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duskbornraven · 3 months ago

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First Impressions

An: Two weeks of writer's block and watching The Faculty ad nauseum here we are. If dealing with an injury has taught me one thing in life, you get really sick of talking about it. Part two is here

Pairing: Jack Abbot x f!Reader

Warnings: Some description of a broken bone and treatment, extremely vague description of a car accident at the beginning, probably some incorrect medical treatment, no use of y/n, no beta so forgive me

Summary: Reader gets saved by a poor doctor just trying to go home and sleep. Part two can be found here

Word Count: 4k

One of the shittiest things about working nights meant that the world expected you to operate on an eight to five like everyone else. Which meant that when Jack had to handle anything he either had to hold off on sleeping and stop on the way home, which wasn’t the worst option. Today however he had to be up at noon to make an appointment. Which meant getting a nap in at home, waking up and dragging himself out and then trying to get more sleep before his shift tonight.

He was awake enough but the pouring rain made the street dark and the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement was working in favor of him actually collapsing when he got home. He stood watching traffic flow by as he waited for the signal to cross. He didn’t pay any mind to anyone around him. That was until the light changed, and someone stepped out into the road past him. He didn’t think, didn’t have time to think as he watched the can run the red light.

He pulled you back the scruff of the neck, avoiding actually getting run over by what seemed like inches. You looked up at him wide eyed, then back at your ankle, twisted at an unnatural angle. Shit.

Jack helped you more solidly back onto the curb further out of traffic. “Hey I’m going to call you a ride to the hospital, okay?” He was in doctor mode, kneeling beside you as some of the worst pain of your life ripped through your leg, but you managed a nod as your brian dumbly caught up to the insanity happening.

“I am just going to step over there. I’m not going anywhere okay?” He pointed over your shoulder and you nodded dumbly again. He kept you in his line of sight the entire time he was on the phone, watching you gaze around unfocused at the slowing cars and scattered pedestrians.

He was on the phone with 911 as soon as he was just out of ears reach, or at least as much as he was comfortable leaving you. He relayed what he could remember of the car that had just hit and run and exactly where you were for the ambulance crew.

After he hung up he took another breath, his own adrenaline had spiked and he knew he couldn’t afford to crash before the medics picked you up. Jack ran a hand over his face and returned to your side. “They’re on the way, I’ll be here until they are. Cops will probably show too, all things considered.”

You didn’t respond this time, eyes locked onto the misshapen ankle, he leaned in, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Keep breathing for me okay.”

You took a slow shaky breath forcing yourself to look away from the twisted joint where your perfectly normal ankle had been only a few moments before. Your eyes instead focused on him, rain pouring over his face, matting the salt and pepper hair to his forehead. Amber eyes watching your face carefully as a hand rested on your knee. Your confused brain was searching for the right word to describe him when he spoke again.

“You are probably in shock right now. But once that clears you are going to be in a lot of pain.” He said gently, keeping his eyes locked on yours, his expression soft. “But you and me, we’ve got this. Alright? Medics should be here soon and the cops shouldn’t be far behind.”

As if on cue an ambulance cruised around the corner, the wailing triggering something in your brain that this was real, you were just hit by a car. And that’s when you first became aware that you were in pain. It wasn’t awful at first, this stabbing wrongness that made you freeze. Like your entire body had cracked and was about to break.

Whatever was said to the medics was lost on you, shorthand that your still slow to respond brain was not processing correctly, it all sounded so technical. As you tried to make sense of the conversation happening around you you became even more aware of the pain. Everything was suddenly too sharp, the sidewalk behind you digging into scuffed hands.

“Hey. I have to go talk to the cops, they’ll probably meet you at the hospital too.” The stranger was kneeling next to you again, his tone softening as he switched his focus. “They’re going to have to move you, and that’s probably going to hurt like hell. But they’re going to make sure you’re taken care of from here. You’re in great hands, but good luck anyways.”

He clasped your shoulder for just a moment but the connection grounded you. You were going to be fine. You had to say something, at least a thank you, the man had probably saved you from something much, much worse than a broken bone.

But as you opened your mouth to speak the team moved in to lift you. A soft warning came from behind you and the second they braced you to move a stabbing, broken pain washed over you. You could only describe it as glass that had shattered in the joint and was being ground into it every time you moved.

By the time you were seated in the back of the ambulance the man was engrossed in a conversation down the road with officers. And with the pain of movement you hadn't even been able to get a goddamn thank you out. You had just stared at him like an idiot. You focused through the pain, watching him disappear out the back doors of the ambulance as you slid away from the scene.

You really didn’t remember much of the ride to the hospital, no longer in any pain and adrenaline still flowing through your body as you cruised smoothly through the city streets. The whole thing still felt so unreal, almost like a movie.

“So you were clipped?” One of the medics broke the silence as you rode.

“I think I must have been, I didn’t land on it when I fell, but I don’t remember it happening.” You glanced over at her as you answered, tired of looking at the lump under the blanket.

“You are lucky, I’ve seen plenty of accidents like yours end much worse.”

You were mildly disappointed that you were taking this ride alone. It was going to be a pain getting a hold of anyone to keep you company in the middle of the afternoon. And on top of that a bitterness lingered about not being able to thank your savoir for grabbing you, and staying to help, you had no idea how long you would have sat there frozen if he hadn’t kept you at least a little grounded.

When you arrived at the trauma center you were a little surprised to have people on you almost as soon as you were through the door. A flurry of movement and activity as the paramedics handed you over. The flood of questions as you were moved to a room and transferred to a proper hospital bed, another jolt of pain rocking up your body.

Once you were moved the activity seemed to slow, the medics wished you luck and were back outside in what felt like seconds. You supposed that they had more pressing issues than you and your stupid broken ankle.

“Good afternoon, I'm doctor Robby. I'll be taking care of you today” One of the people who had lingered spoke at your bedside. “We heard you were hit in a crosswalk?”

You weren't sure how many times you could handle answering that question “Yes and I hear that I'm lucky.” You were trying to your voice even but between actually being in pain and the repetition your patience was wearing thin.

“And I'm sure you're getting sick of hearing it. We're just going to take a quick look and do what we can to make you comfortable.” He nodded over your shoulder.

The stabbing grinding pain that had only been growing slowly faded into nothing. Once you felt your body relax properly into the bed the sheet you vaguely recall being placed over you was removed. Once again forcing you to look at the twisted mess that was once a normal ankle joint.

“Well based on what we're seeing it's safe to say your ankle is broken. We'll get you on some pain medication and make you comfortable. Then we'll get you sent up for trays to see if you'll need surgery.” Robby stepped back, letting the blanket fall just past your knee once more. “Any questions for me right now?”

You paused for a moment before saying something stupid. “There was a guy who helped me. I think he had to be a doctor or something. He just seemed to know what to do. I don't know, could he work here maybe? I just want to be able to thank him.” It came out as a rush, the regret pushing through everything else that bubbled just beneath the surface still.

“We can check. If you can pass along anything you can think of about this good samaritan and we will see if he’s one of ours.” He gave you a little smile and backed out of the room again.

It wasn’t too long after that one of the nurses came in to get your description, which was admittedly terrible. You could remember bits and pieces but not how tall he was or anything that might set him apart from any other greying man with brown eyes in Pittsburgh.

Still she took you at your word and promised to check around the other departments and would keep you updated on what she found out. You didn’t let yourself get your hopes up in actually finding him. Hospitals were huge and this wasn’t the only one in the area that he could work at. If you were even right.

As predicted it wasn’t long after that police arrived which effectively kept you occupied in the room for the next thirty minutes while you waited in line for x-rays and consults. And while you retold as much of the story as you could recall of the pain colored afternoon. A vague description of a car in the rain was not much to go on but the pair left you with next steps and contact information.

And while you retold the story the rumor mill of the hospital circulated the description you gave, and it was becoming clear that maybe, just maybe you had gotten lucky a second time today and would be granted a runion with your savior.

As the clock ticked ever onwards and you were ushered around you did finally get on the books for a surgery, then rescheduled after a more severe trauma rolled in shortly before you were scheduled. Assuming nothing moved you down the list again.

By the time shift change came around it was getting difficult to get some of the day shift not to stare as their backups began to roll in. People lingered around central before being shooed away in time for Jack himself to make his appearance, looking tired and bordering on late by his standards.

“There is our resident hero. Or would it be attending hero” Dana leaned in towards him conspiratorially. Jack stopped in front of her, eyebrows raised, but still half facing the direction he was walking.

“Your save this afternoon, the girl who almost got hit? We’ve been hearing about you since she got here.” The knowing smile forced a break in eye contact, he looked anywhere else on the floor but at her.

“Does she even know I work here?” He scoffed, turning his attention to her again.

“And ruin the surprise reunion?” She scoffed back, raising an eyebrow at him. “Not often we get actual good news around here you know?”

Almost as if on cue Robby emerged from a room pulling the curtain behind him. Hardly keeping a straight face as he approached. “I’m about ready to hand off a handful of these to you if you are. I have been staying way too late recently.” He looked like it as well, circles under his eyes and the invisible weight of fatigue.

“Then let’s get this shift turned over.” Jack clapped him on the back and let Rbby steer them away towards the patient rooms. He wasn't surprised that thirty minutes later they landed at the room he had left when he first arrived for his shift.

“We're just waiting on surgery, should be going up in less than an hour unless we get bumped again.” Robby pulled the curtain aside once more. “I am at the end of my shift but Doctor Abbot here” he clapped a hand on the other man’s shoulder “will take fantastic care of you until your surgery.”

Your face lit up the second the realization hit you. This was him. And after an entire afternoon of sitting mostly alone you hadn't come up with the right thing to say. You didn’t know if there was a right way to thank someone you just met for saving your life.

“Glad to see you were in good hands, I was worried you’d wind up at Presby.” You were a little surprised to hear him speak first, watching him share a knowing look with the other man. It was almost a little weird not seeing him in damage control, though you supposed how he handled you after the accident wasn’t how he always carried himself.

“It’s been the best post car accident treatment I’ve had so far.” You shrugged, and that got an actual smile.

“I’ll come check on you again in a little bit, at the very least I’ll stop by before they take you up for surgery.” He folded his arms over his chest, you caught yourself tracking the movement and immediately looked anywhere else.

“Thank you, for” you paused, trying in vain to come up with something with enough weight “everything.” Your eyes lingered on your injured leg, you could feel yourself blush under the bright lights of the room. “I don’t even know if I can thank you enough Doctor Abbot.”

“Just glad I was able to help.” He paused, looked like he was going to say something else but changed his mind. “I’ll come around when I have a second, make sure they don’t move you around again. No offense but we could probably use the bed down here more than they’ll need it upstairs.” He offered a dry smile at his last comment and when you didn’t protest bowed out of the room.

True to his word he did come in to check on you and give you an update once he was sure the team would actually be able to take you this time around. “So they should be down in ten to fifteen minutes. They’re going to go over all the finer points of what to expect and if you would like I can run up there once you’re recovered, make sure you’re doing alright.” He said it all very matter of fact, how you expected an emergency room doctor to. He did break eye contact when he offered to visit however, just for an instant before refocusing on you.

“Aren’t you working?” You sat up as straight as you could in the bed, adjusting against the pillow.

“Already cleared it with another doctor on shift, he’ll call me if he needs anything and I’ll be an elevator ride away.” He hesitated before adding “If you want me there.”

“I do.” You didn’t even have to really think about it. And that was a little crazy, you had known the man for maybe eight hours and that was a stretch, knew of him was more accurate.

But you did want him there, waking up alone would be too much and the idea of having to sit and hear the same questions from your friends that you had been answering since the accident was too much for a day. Not to mention making them sit and wait for who knew how long. A nurse had called home for you and knew to come by in the morning, so tonight you would have been alone.

“Then good luck and I will see you soon.” He backed out of the tiny room once more headed back to central. You almost missed the ghost of a smile on his face as he ducked out of the room. You would have if you weren't watching him so intently.

It was never ending in the ER and just five minutes to himself a night was a miracle. Tonight was no exception, he hadn't even really realized that they had taken you up until the room was filled again. And Jack wasn't sure why he was so relieved that you had wanted him upstairs. He just wanted to make sure you were okay. That the last of this fucked up situation was behind the pair of you.

Though he was pretty sure he had managed to keep it professional, it had been the highlight of the night so far watching you smile when he walked in with Robby. The too bright lights making your eyes seem to sparkle.

He groaned, his head in hands at the computer. He was getting too damn old and especially for the way you had him just a little off balance now that you were actually back to yourself. He had done this before, and he really wasn't sure it was even a good idea to try again. Especially with you.

And that wasn't something personal. It was the logical part of his head screaming at him that a random woman he met through a car accident was not the best place to start if he even wanted to try meeting people again. Which wasn’t even something he had fully considered if he was honest with himself.

But here he was, watching the clock, something he swore that he wouldn’t do at work. Watching the seconds pass when he could, he caught himself checking his watch. He told himself it was because he was invested. It was because he was the one that pulled you back, that he was the one who had waited with you. That was all. For all the good it did him, he was still checking the time every chance he got.

When finally, mercifully the phone rang with an update that everything went fine he took the breath he was unaware he was holding. The odds of something going wrong was slim, especially with the team they had up there. But slim odds were still odds, and knowing just how wrong things could have gone.

The next few hours passed much quicker. Slipping into the usual rhythm, losing himself to the medicine and the patients who still actually needed him. He was walking out of a room when the second call came, you were awake.

Shen thankfully appeared at central less than five minutes later while he was working on charts. “Hey, I just got the call. That surgery I was waiting on is waking up. I’ll get these notes updated and if you’re good to cover still I’ll head up. It shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.”

“No sweat, I can cover for as long as you need on this one.” There was something a little too knowing in the way he looked at him. Jack chose to ignore that, turning back to the screen in front of him.

The ride up felt like seconds, and a little unfamiliar. He had been to this floor but hadn’t come to see anyone in recovery in recent memory. He stopped at the nurse’s station and was led to the room they had set you up in.

“Doctor Abbot, You came!” The raw excitement in your voice when you saw him was enough to make anyone a little weak.

“I said I would. And since you are technically not my patient right now, Jack is fine.” He planted himself in the chair beside your bed leaning in towards you as he spoke. Those intense brown eyes watching you examining him, even if they were still a little unfocused. “How was it?”

“Oh so good, they even operated on the right leg.” You pulled the blanket up clumsily to show him your wrapped leg. “They said I did great by the way.” You said it so smugly, like you had operated on the thing yourself.

And that got him hell knows why, but his head fell into his hands as barely suppressed laughter rocked his shoulders. Trying his best not to actually laugh at you outright. But for all the tension he had felt since the accident this afternoon it was finally over. It felt light in the tiny space you were sharing for this stolen moment.

“That’s great. I’m glad you pulled through this mess.” He sighed, staying there for a moment when the laughter ebbed away. “What a fucking day.” He leaned back, letting his head fall against the wall, eyes closing just for a second.

“You’re telling me. Almost getting hit by a car was pretty far down on my list of bad shit that could happen today.” He scoffed at that, glancing over to catch your smile widden before resting his eyes again.

When he didn’t cut you off you took a breath and contunited. “So I’ve been thinking about how to thank you, and you can say no, but I was hoping that I could maybe buy you a beer sometime soon?” There was a tiny bit of hope in that question, and a lot of embarrassment. “Or a coffee or whatever”

Jack leaned back up in the chair, amber eyes fully focused on yours, slightly less focused but still locked in. “You don’t have to.” His voice was softer again, like it had been at the scene and that didn’t feel like a good sign.

“But I want to. I get if you wouldn’t be comfortable or interested, but I owe you.” You softened as you looked at him; it was like every edge of the day faded as you sat focused solely on each other. Every fucked detail of your afternoon fading in the warmth of his gaze.

“I would like that.” He didn’t look away, a small smile played across his features, softening him just a little as well. “That is once you can actually get around on your own.” He broke eye contact to look at your leg once more.

“I’ll give you my number before you go back then. Or I can give you my pho-” You started to speak and the memory of it shattered in the street caught up to you. “My phone that I no longer have.”

“And I think I left everything back downstairs.” He sighed, leaning up in the chair to check his pockets.

“I might have a pen or something in my bag” You motioned to the chair beside him. He handed it to you, and of course no paper. “Can I write it on your arm or something?”

And reluctantly let he you, he let you partly because he wanted to touch you outside of the medical sense, to have one tiny intimate moment with you. And in part because he wanted a reminder that you wanted to talk to him, were actually almost institing on it.

“Thank you again. I promise to avoid getting hit by any more cars until I can buy you that drink” You gave him another smile as he scanned the small ink scribble on his arm.

“I’ll hold you to that.” And he gave you that damn smile again as he pulled the curtain behind him ready to lose himself in work.

Before the elevators opened again he pulled a sleeve over the careful pen marks on his arm. He would hear enough about saving you until something more noteworthy happened, he really wasn’t in the mood to fuel that fire.

#jack abbot x reader #dr jack abbot x reader #the pitt x reader #x female reader #the pitt fanfiction #jack abbot

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starcurtain · 6 months ago

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Phaidei tho?

Catching up with Star Rail since I was too busy at work to start Amphoreus on patch day with everyone else...

I really need a Phaidei fic where Phainon jokingly declares his intention to court Mydei in what just happens to be the most crowded public square in Okhema that day. (It's not really a joke, but if he pretends it is, Mydei might not kill him, right?)

Only for Mydei to seemingly take what was said seriously (as he does) and agree that fine, since the declaration was delivered formally, with due courage and in accordance with the expected customs, he'll give Phainon's proposal the fair consideration it is due: If Phainon can prove himself a worthy pursuer who meets the exceedingly high expectations for Kremnoan royal partners, then Mydei will accept his suit.

(Honestly, this was supposed to be jesting as well--if Phainon's foolish enough to cause a public spectacle just to tease Mydei, might as well let him eat his words instead. Now Savior Boy won't be able to walk his teasing back, and he'll end up embarrassing himself in front of half of Okhema, doubling down on his joke "courtship." After all, there's no way Phainon is actually serious, right, or--or that he'd ever succeed. That upstart doesn't know the first thing about Kremnoan customs, let alone romance. ...And what if he does succeed? Well... hm... that will be a problem for the future's Mydei. Oh no, he's meeting all my standards.)

tl;dr: Mydei thinks he's been challenged to gay chicken and he's not about to lose. Phainon spends the entire fic in a euphoric haze because he can't believe his thinly-veiled-as-a-jest confession scored him actual dates?! Shakespearean level miscommunications, bath hijinks, a planet's worth of second-hand embarrassment, and probably a wedding ensue.

For bonus points, I think at least half the fic should be Outsider POV, from the many innocent and extremely confused Okhemans (and fellow Chrysos Heirs) who are now stuck getting involved in the weirdest courtship in Amphorean history.

#honkai star rail #phaidei #or #myphai #take your pick #phainon #mydei #amphoreus #amphoreus spoilers #maybe a tiny bit?#fanfic ideas #all these ideas and no time to write

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masochistkatsuki · 7 months ago

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Team Player : How to Fuck your Friend Group 101

Pt One → Masterlist

When you're tasked with having sex with every person in your friend group, the friend who put you up to it isn't excluded either. With Mina Ashido, you either go big or go home. It's a life or death (dealing with your friends stupid flirting) situation, and only you can stop it !

Luckily for you, she's your best friend, which means you can have some fun and figure out your next moves on everyone else.

See, now, there are some 'odd' aspects of your friend group. You often found yourself stuck on whether the dynamics in-between members were normal. You'd seen a lot of people who were completely comfortable, content with being physically intimate while having a full understanding of the platonic relationship.

On the other hand, so many people criticized or didn't understand it all. A lot of people could never imagine doing that with their friends. Its not exactly fitting under that definition, is it ? As soon as you crossed that line, you were in-between being friends and something romantic.

So, you never really knew what to think of those moments where you stood on the line of okay and not okay. Everyone in the group had kissed all the others at least once-- stuff like that was just.. regular. The insult gay or skank lost all meaning by your third year. You all were close in a way that was extreme for most highschool friend groups, but even so, the only actual romantic development was between Mina and Kirishima. Right ?

A part of you felt like there was something there, but it was unreachable in your mind. It was stuck to the tip of your tongue, like the perfect word for a situation, but one you just couldn't remember.

It was a mystery you were determined to solve in your Third Year. You weren't one of the top students for nothing.

You'd been scouted by the Public Safety Commission in your last year of junior high, something only Mina knew. Ironically, this led to your first "encounter" with her. If fucking your friends was a course, you learnt Minas lesson first.

It was your second year, and Class 1-A got their hands on alcohol for the first time. By the end of the night, just about everyone was wasted. Of course the class reps stayed sober, and a few people stayed responsible. But the culprits of planning the party, Bakugous friend group, were all fucked up. Especially the classes notorious party girls : Mina, you, and Jirou (who was more dragged into this by extension but still)

You and Mina set her to bed after wiping down her makeup and leaving water and a few ibuprofen pills on her bedside table. From there, you two figured youd ride down the intoxication with a movie in your room.

This turned to you two sharing secrets, past stories, and overall character traits. Highschool drunk bonding really is like no other bond. It was a big part of you two becoming the closest friend duo in the class. You two had calmed down enough to remember what was going on, but the ongoing buzz made the air around you two hotter than it probably would've been.

Still tipsy, you told her your biggest secrets. One, you were in special commission training in order to secure a spot in public safety after graduation.. totally not an insane accomplishment and huge breach of contract to say.. But more important..!

"I think I like girls too.."

The pink hair and skinned girl looked up at you, instead of surprised, or shocked, she only seemed confused. "Girl.. are you just now..?" How did you just drop that insane bomb then act timid about a glass closet ?

"Hey !! What's that supposed to mean ?" You pulled away from where you were resting on top of her before, growing embarrassed.

"Nonono, dont worry !" She pulled you back onto her, "im sorry, I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable." She rubbed softly at your waist. Gentle and soft, something you always loved about her. Its probably why she so easily could coax this information from you.

"Its okay" You brushed the messy pastel fluffs from her eyes, looking straight into them. You had an idea, you just needed to ease the tension in. You knew you were both already feeling it. "You wanted to know more about the Public Safety Commission processes and procedures.. why don't we combine the two ?"

Sharp teeth biting into your neck pulled you out of your thought process. "Minaaa" You sang, finally willing to commit to her challenge.

She looked down at you, "Ohh, you have something in mind, don't you ?" She smiled, she often had to be in charge of people, especially the idiots. You were one of the few people who let others relax as you took a calm control over things. It was something not just she, but everyone liked about you.

You and Mina were two sides of the same coin, similar in a concerning amount of ways, but contrasting like complimentary colors. You two understood the other's wants and desires more than anyone else. If anyone was going to pleasure either of the girls, they knew it'd be their best friend.

It's times like these, when you're practically practicing for your future job, but also stripping Minas leopard tank top from her chest, panting a hot breath over her skin, you wonder if your love for girls and everything about them began with her.

Goosebumps rise across the expansive area, her nipples beginning to harden just slightly. You sigh, "You're so pretty, Mina." You bite softly at her underboob, trailing your tongue towards her sternum.

"I know" She giggled, light and airy. Pulling your hand towards her bright pink dolphin shorts. Throughout the fabric, you felt her wetted lips cling to the cloth, creating a perfect mold of it against your fingers, when you havent even taken anything down there off. "I think I'm ready.."

You smiled, proud you could get such a pretty girl going so fast. Perfect. "Mina Ashido" You spoke softly, but sternly.

She looked up at you giggling, "This is my favorite part !" You held back a smile, as much as she loved these stupid roleplays, she never took them too seriously either. It helped, honestly. Youd probably get embarrassed acting all serious for too long.

You grinned wider, "You have one chance to provide the information needed." adding pressure to the inner area, rubbing softly through the fabric to start a slow, teasing pace. Her head fell back slightly, and while she had bitten her lip to avoid being too loud too quick, a content sigh gave away that you were on the right track. "Or the Public Safety Commission will have to deal with you personally."

She bucked her hips into your palm, grinding steadily against it. The moist fabric and further secreting liquid soaked into your skin. How cute. "Please, just get to it already !!" She whined, but still mischievously flashed her teeth at you.

"Ah, ah" You scolded, though in a joking tone. You pressed your hand against her, giving her the pleasure she began to beg for, but holding her in place. "What was this about flattering comments ?"

"Oooh, so you're actually going to do it ?" She looked pleased, but also kinda shocked. "Youre so amazing~" She teased, though you knew she genuinely meant it, "Im so happy we have someone who'd do anything to protect the public's safety !" Okay now she was trying to rile you up.

You slid your fingers through the shorts and under her panties, resting your middle and pointer fingertips against the hood of her clit. Not enough to do anything serious, but the light touches were going to break her down eventually.

"Lets start." You looked at her, asking if she wanted to continue, not just the physical intimacy but overall conversation. She smiled at you, aegyo sal growing plump under her eyes.

"Sounds good, (Hero Name)." You smirked. You couldnt lie, it was pleasing how into this Mina would get.

"So who from the list is the easiest to start with ?" Your fingers started to slowly circle around where she wanted it, occasionally brushing over it when you were pushing your fingers up left.

Me, obviously, she thought, but her words got caught in her throat. "Mm.. its.." Her legs trembled a bit, spreading out.

'Jesus Mina. You really need to fuck.' You slowed your movements, and placed your spare hand on her thigh, bringing her back to where she was. "Eijirou..", She moaned, voice a little too sensual while saying his name.

You were still quite shocked that she wanted you to actually fuck him as well. In you, her, and Jirous personal group chat, the topic of Mina keeping him in her basement was one of the most recurring conversations. "And how's that ? Be specific, Ashido."

Itd been such a long time since anyone used her last name, in the right context, it could feel like it was someone calling out her given name for the first time. "O..oh.." Her head tilted back. Between her tension with Kirishima, and intense work studies, you doubted shes had the time to herself. You could tell she was more sensitive than usual. "Hes.. real inexperienced.." She sighed, hips bucking slightly as you began to steadily quicken the pace again.

You thought back. There wasn't really a lot to be said about Kirishima. He was a sweet boy, got really hard easily.. unsurprisingly. You tried to come up with anything that could help. He was relentlessly respectful, and of course chivalrous. It's easy to forget hes just a man too.

"Sooo," you began, genuinely curious on how shed answer this next question. "If hes the easiest, why haven't you done anything ?" You began to make the circles smaller, enclosing directly to where she was the most sensitive.

"I..im.." Her legs were beginning to close and open sporadically, she was getting close. "Only you know how to do this stuff to me.. I need you to teach him..!" Without warning, her legs finally snapped shut, and you locked your fingers in a tight spiral against her clit, letting her ride out her first orgasm.

Wow, is she that scared hes gonna suck ?

"Thats hot." You gasped, itd been a while since you got to see Mina like this. She truly was breathtaking. "So.. I think I understand Kirishima.. but I still think you should teach him yourself.." You had an idea of what you were going to do, but hoped Mina would just grow a pair.

"Its even hotter when they magically know." She sighed, a dreamy look on her face. Is this what happens when you read too much Tumblr smut ?

"Thats not.." You still can't believe this is happening. "Its another girl who taught him-"

"Don't worry I can pretend." Oh my god okay shes seriously not gonna fuck him until you do.

You sighed, a little proud of Mina for how fucking insane she could be. Your eyes trailed down her sweaty neck, towards her collar bones and bare chest. Hmm.

"Well," You continued, readjusting your hand so your middle and ring were prodding against her entrance. Your body leaned over hers, and in a familiar move from tonight, the vibrations from your voice rumbled softly on her shoulder. "Keep going, whos next ?"

"Denki-" You slid your fingers in, down to the second knuckle. Of course it was him. You began softly massaging around, relaxing her to the movement.

"Im holding off on him for as long as possible.." You grimaced. Kaminari was one of your best friends, dont yet anyone wrong, but.. well.. its HIM.

"Makes sense.." She sighed. He was definitely going to need the least convincing, but a lot of self motivation and convincing was needed.

It was an unspoken rule that more graphic sexual conversations happened between the guys specifically, and the girls specifically. It wasnt often that theyd seriously talk about it to each other, given the awkward teen hormones going on. The most that was shared was small incriminating details the other group would tease the person for, or things willingly shared during a truth or dare type thing.

But Denki fucking Kaminari. Public group chat, "just learned I have a mommy kink" "hear me out on lactation tho" It wasn't too surprising given he was also friends with Mineta, but goddamnit did he make it everyones problem. Also everyone in that group chat has seen that one specific picture of his dick. Unrelated probably.

"There's some things you should probably know.." Mina continued, whimpering a little as you began you fuck her softly with your fingers. "Hes real fucking stupid, obviously.." She gasped, your fingers getting closer and closer to her gspot. "But he knows a lot .. he probably has files on everyone's sexual preferences and feelings."

you groaned, sinking your teeth into her lower neck, sucking a purple bruise out of her pink skin. "Hes a fuckin psycho.." you lifted yourself up, and brought one of her thighs up to her chest as you deepened your thrusts. "Well.. whos next on our list, Mina ?" You pressed a kiss against the edge of her mouth, her voice finally breaking as breathy moans slipped from her lips.

"Fuck..fuck.. um.." Her eyes struggled to stay open, her legs felt numb from the overstimulation but her lower stomach felt so fucking good. Heat rose through her body as she whined louder and louder. "S-Sero.. Jirou is close after th-though.." Her face was an even brighter pink, a telltale sign of blush for the acid girl.

You slowed your thrusts, opting to grind your fingers against the opening muscles. "Wait.. wait fuck.. no dont stop.." she pleaded. She was definitely close, and the roleplay was beginning to get thrown out her mind.

"Its okay.." you hummed, picking your pace back up. "Just tell me real quick and ill let you cum Mina, okay ?" You smiled, and held her chin in place to make eye contact with you. "Is that okay ?" Your place was back on par with how she liked it.

"Yes yes yes.. oh fuck.. okay .. Sero is.." Her head tilted back, her legs spreading. "Hes the second closest to you, casual sex is easier than you think with him."

Your fingers began beating softly against the edge of her gummy pad. right where she would fall apart. Honestly, you knew she was right. You and Sero constantly would build up sexual tension from conversation or body language alone, it probably would've happened at some point anyway. "Okayy.. and.." You began rubbing circular around the spot, fully preparing to feel her coming around you any second. "What about Jirou ?"

Mina was panting, and struggling to get her words together even more. "J..j.. its.. haaahhh.." She was totally beginning to lose it. You quickened your pace, more interested in seeing her let go again than what she was going to say. Being in the girls group, you already knew most of Jirous sexual preferences anyway.

"Its okay, Mina." You finally fucked your fingers into her gspot dirrectly, using your other arm to lift both of her legs up to her chest, gaining a deep and quick angle. "You did good."

"Fuckfuckfuck oh my.. oh my g..god.." Her hips stuttered against your hold, her warm walls tightening and releasing rapidly against your fingers. "Yes.. fuck.." She had a fucked out smile, eyes fluttering closed contently.

You let her rest, and took your hand away to take care of her. While gathering the warm cloth and a bottle of water (with a lemon slice, she likes citrus after intense.. situations), you briefly reviewed what you knew about Jirou.

She's a lesbian, so you had an easy chance. The issue is she gets flustered easily, you wanted to make sure you didn't scare her away. There was also the Momo situation..

While cleaning up Mina, towling town her sweat and using the warm damp cloth to soak up the mess between her legs, you thought about everything you knew now.

Kirishima is probably similar to Mina, in need of releasing all the tension they've been teasing each other with. You have a good idea of how to relieve him, but also set him up with Ashido once and for all.

Denki is a whore. You'll probably have to out slut him in order to get him to talk. Its going to be a long night for him, taking some time to study the bdsm test wont hurt.

Sero's pretty laid back, if you're upfront about what's going on and why you're doing what you're doing, you know he'll be cool with it. Besides, this is one you're looking forward too.

Jirou might be a bit tricky. You'll let her know your intentions, and set up a personal hang out to just relax and ease into anything at her pace. You can also try and see whats going on with Yaoyorozu !

Oh.. and Katsuki.. Well. There's not really a point in thinking about him. You know nothing. Despite being the first two at the table, he kept everyone locked out of his romantic or sexual life completely, as far as you knew. As it concerned you, he didn't have anything going on. You didnt need to ask Mina about him, you knew he would be the hardest.

As you finished up, you looked back over to the clock. "We're thirty minutes late by the way." You held back a giggle, stuff like this always ended up happening.

"Fuck !" Now this one sounded way less pleased than before.

A/N : Not a lot of Bakugou development, sorry, i like girls more. next chapter should have more though !! speaking of

i think its pretty obvious the order that the characters will go in, but who do you think will be the next chapter focus ?

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#mha x reader #mha smut #mina x reader #mina smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #sero x reader #sero smut #denki x reader #denki smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #teamplayer

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whyareyoulookingatmelikethat · 7 months ago

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twisted sprout x distractor reader x twisted cosmo?

bonus points if reader's a little overly cocky and gets Got (maybe we get like. kidnapped or something. whatever you think would fit best in the getting got category [: )

...no this isn't inspired by me doing stupid stuff while distracting and getting punished for it. why would you think that noo /j

[19]: In The End

Not much to say right now. Not in the best mood after something happened, but I still hope you enjoy.

You were known as the chaotic one of the group.

Reckless, mischievous, you name it.

Honestly, no one really knew why you were the distractor, but they just went along with it because who else did they have to distract?

So here you were, skipping your way along the dark halls, your mood completely cheerful despite the disturbing sounds of the monsters chasing you.

The smile on your face was as bright as it would be on a sunny day, strangely enough.

You weren't one to strategize either. The instant you found a speed candy on the floor? Eat it in an instant.

Chocolate bars? Sounds good! Bottles of pop? Sure thing! No saving whatsoever.

You were literally the embodiment of idiotic.

And you liked it.

What was wrong about being stupid? Everyone is, so might as well come to terms with it.

You giggled, rounding the corner and making a U-turn around the twisteds.

Some say you’re confusing. Some say you’re drunk. Some say you’re crazy. (Which you are, but focus!)

You had the most positive,(Yes, even more positive than Poppy) yet deranged look on your situation, is what people said.

You didn’t care if there were monsters chasing you. You didn’t care if you were possibly going to die soon. After all, if you're going to go out, might as well have a little fun while doing so!

No you weren’t suicidal, just…you tried to make the best of your situation.

Was this place causing you to go insane? Probably. Who wouldn’t, after seeing their friends die in front of them one by one?

Ah, you remember now. Vee being mauled by Twisted Pebble, Boxten’s bones being crushed by Twisted Goob’s grip, Astro being killed by…well, Twisted Astro. Or who you like to call, the leech.

Their deaths were so traumatizing, you say with absolutely no emotion whatsoever, like you’re being sarcastic, but you’re not.

What reason would you have to be?

You didn’t really hate anyone here, not Vee or Glisten with their pride, Rodger with his nosiness, or even Shrimpo with his yelling. He had good reason to be bitter.

You heard a screech behind you, a warning. With practiced grace, you twirled around the easily avoidable tendril sprouting up from the floor, not even staining your shoes with the black ichor.

As you skipped on, avoiding a swipe of a smaller black claw, you wondered how the twisteds were even dumber than you, to the point they would just run around in circles after you and not even cut through the middle. They also wouldn’t jump or step over obstacles, nor knock them aside. They reminded you of homing missiles, but worse.

They acted as if a bean bag was a brick wall, and it was funny, yet extremely confusing. It bugged you to the point of insanity.(Not really, you're still sane but you know)

So you entertained the thought that maybe they were all blind. Their eyes were blood-red, so it would make sense that their vision is messed up, but that doesn’t explain how the amalgamation that was once a sweet and loving dog could now see you across half the entire floor, but couldn’t see you over a colorful kids table, despite towering over you.

It didn’t make any sense. It was like every single obstacle ever was an invisible wall for them. And you thought you were dumb…

You hummed, breaking out of your train of thought. Your eyes widened as you came face to face with a wall, smacking straight into it.

You could feel a headache beginning to form as you fell backwards towards the ground, hitting your head on the painfully hard concrete. You could hear the slightest crack and you cried out, immediately curling yourself up and hands shooting up to your head.

It…felt warm. Weirdly warm, and sticky.

Oh.

You already knew what it was.

You pressed down hard on your scalp as the twisteds closed in on you. You’d go out quick, at least.

The only thing you saw before it was all gone was two blurry faces staring down at you, hissing and groaning filling the air.

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yokumirumerafan · 4 months ago

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YOU THERE, yes you. *Crawls down the wall towards you* I have a request ‼️ So what's the KNY characters reaction when Their lover (Y/N) Suddenly turned into a hamster with a pink bow ? (Also can you Add Gyomei and Haganezuka along with the other hashiras and other KNY characters in these?) THANK YOU, LOVE YA, DRINK WATER, HOPE BOTH PILLOWS ARE COLD AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY!! *Crawls back up the wall and communicated with the other bugs*

KNY Characters Reacting to Their Lover (Y/N) Turning into a Hamster with a Pink Bow 🎀🐹

🔥 Hashira Reactions

🟢 Gyomei Himejima (😭 Emotional Wreck)

Immediately starts weeping uncontrollably at the sight.

Holds tiny hamster Y/N in his massive, trembling hands like a fragile treasure.

“T-The world is cruel… Y/N, my love… why have you been cursed into such a delicate form?!” sobs

Would build a shrine for hamster Y/N and treat them with extreme reverence.

🟡 Haganezuka Hotaru (💢 Aggressive Concern)

"WHAT. WHAT THE HELL. WHY ARE YOU A FURBALL."

Probably shakes you (gently) in panic before realizing that's a bad idea.

“WHO DID THIS? TELL ME. I WILL KILL THEM.”

Carves a tiny sword for you just in case you need to defend yourself.

❤️ Rengoku Kyojuro (🔥 Supportive & Excited)

“OH HO! Y/N, YOU HAVE TAKEN A CUTE AND MIGHTY FORM!”

Treats you like royalty, carrying you around on his shoulder.

Buys you the finest hamster food and brags to everyone about his adorable lover.

Would probably train you to fight as a hamster, convinced you can still become strong.

💨 Sanemi Shinazugawa (💀 Immediate Panic)

“WHAT THE—!? Y/N, WHAT THE F*** HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

Stares at tiny hamster Y/N in horrified disbelief.

Tries to act tough but protects you like a mother hen.

“If anyone steps on them, I SWEAR I WILL END YOU.”

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka (🤨 Confused but Accepting)

Stares at you for a solid minute.

“Oh. …You’re a hamster now.”

Puts you in the pocket of his haori and carries you everywhere.

Secretly finds you adorable but doesn’t show it.

💜 Shinobu Kocho (🦋 Teasing but Worried)

“My, my~ How did my lovely partner turn into something so small and fluffy?”

Gently pokes your tiny nose and giggles.

Tries to find a cure, but not before taking a hundred pictures.

“Oh no~ You’re stuck like this forever. Guess I have a pet now~” jk

🌿 Mitsuri Kanroji (💗 LOSES HER MIND)

“KYAAAAA~~ Y/N, YOU’RE THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN!!!”

Hugs you way too tight—almost smothers you.

Buys you a luxurious pink hamster house with soft pillows.

Wants to carry you EVERYWHERE like a fashion accessory.

🦋 Muichiro Tokito (😐 Calm but Curious)

“Oh. That’s new.”

Picks you up by your tiny scruff like a kitten.

Carries you in his sleeve like a secret pet.

Might forget you’re a hamster sometimes. “Wait… where’s Y/N? Oh, right.” looks at his sleeve

🐍 Obanai Iguro (👀 Suspicious but Protective)

“Tch… what kind of ridiculous spell is this?”

VERY protective. He and Kaburamaru guard you 24/7.

“I suppose I’ll have to feed you now…” (only gives the best food).

Secretly enjoys carrying you around but won’t admit it.

🌙 Demon Reactions

🦠 Muzan Kibutsuji (💀 Furious but… Soft?)

“What… What is this nonsense?”

Initially angry, thinking it’s some curse meant to mock him.

Realizes it’s really you and calms down (a little).

Ends up personally taking care of you because he refuses to let anyone else touch you.

“Tch. Ridiculous… but I suppose I must keep you safe.” (Secretly spoils you.)

💄 Doma (💋 Finds It Amusing)

“OH HO~ Y/N, you’re so tiny and squishable now~! I LOVE IT!”

Holds you up like a trophy, showing you off to everyone.

“Can I keep you like this forever? You’re even cuter now~”

Feeds you expensive exotic fruits that are way too fancy for a hamster.

🔪 Akaza (😠 Panic Mode)

“WHO DID THIS TO YOU? I’LL KILL THEM.”

Almost crushes a table in rage before realizing you’re just a fluffy hamster now.

Protects you with his life—he will punch anyone who so much as breathes near you.

“Y/N… I promise I’ll fix this. Just stay with me.”

🦟 Gyutaro (😢 Heartbroken but Devoted)

“W-What…? Y/N…? No way…”

Thinks he doesn’t deserve you anymore because he’s ugly and you’re a tiny, cute creature.

“I bet ya’ don’t even wanna be near me now…” (acts distant but adores you).

Treats you like gold, making sure you’re warm and safe at all times.

🗡️ Demon Slayer Squad Reactions

🍃 Tanjiro Kamado (🥺 Gentle & Determined)

“Oh no…! Y/N, are you okay?!”

Cradles you gently, making sure you’re comfortable.

Swears to find a way to turn you back.

Buys you the softest bedding and cutest little water bottle.

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma (😭 FREAKING OUT)

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH—”

“WHO DID THIS TO YOU?! WHO??!!”

Becomes extremely overprotective, constantly holding you in his hands.

“I mean, you’re adorable, but PLEASE CHANGE BACK, I CAN’T HANDLE THIS.”

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira (😡 Aggressively Loving)

“WHAT KIND OF TINY BEAST FORM IS THIS?!”

Pokes you… a little too hard.

Immediately claims you as his tiny warrior sidekick.

“YOU MAY BE SMALL, BUT YOU SHALL STILL BE STRONG!”

🖤 Genya Shinazugawa (😳 Flustered but Protective)

“WHAT THE—!? Y/N?!”

Blushes like crazy because he doesn’t know how to handle this.

“You, uh… y-you need food? Water? A, uh… hamster house???”

Guards you with his life but is too embarrassed to admit it.

Final Thoughts: Everyone = Overprotective

💖 Hope you liked it!! Drink water and have the best day ever!! 💖

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berryz-writes · 1 year ago

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Perfectly serious

Summary: Matheo's jealousy and want for you increases after seeing you with Theo to the point where he finally/kind of confesses

Matheo Riddle x reader

His arm wrapped around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. "Come on, let's get you to bed" Theo murmured. I looked up at him confused "I'm not drunk". My head might feel light and I might feel extremely happy and sad at the same time but I was most definitely not drunk.

"Yes you are" He took my hand and led me away from the groups of people dancing together, taking his time to weave us in and around the drinks being passed around. Everyone gave me a smile as I left, Pansy giving me a wink as we passed "I bet he fucks good. Have fun babe!" She said, her words slurring slightly, her voice loud enough for Theo to hear. Maybe if he heard it he would act on it. I wouldn't mind getting in bed with him.

We soon reached my room, the music faded to a low sound coming from below us and the lights softer than the harsh party lights of before.

"Well...night y/n" Theo said.

"You know" I started, my voice low and sultry. "I wouldn't mind if you joined me, made things more interesting. Hm?" I tilted my head waiting for his answer, his eyes searching my face. For what I didn't know.

He gave me a soft smile "Your drunk. And when drunk, your ideas aren't really your own. So as much as I'd like to follow through with your idea, it's best you get some sleep"

I rolled my eyes at him being who he always was. I wished for once he would push the boundaries. "Fine. Night Theo"

"Sweet dreams" He dropped my hand and waited for me to close the door. I could hear his receding footsteps, probably to go up to his own dorm. I was relieved in a way. Maybe I wasn't actually ready to fuck him and it was just the alcohol making me want something more. We were good friends. I didn't want to ruin that for something that I didn't really want. Chocolate brown eyes crossed my mind. Curly hair that would feel so nice running my hands through-. Something that would never happen.

*Potions the next day*

"I didn't see you yesterday" I said to Matheo referring to the party yesterday. Stirring in the crushed up leaves into the steaming potion, I turned to look at him, his eyes were icy and cold as if I had done some personal wrong against him.

"Of course you didn't. You were too busy trying to estimate your chances with Theo. Heads up, princess. He has higher standards"

I ignored the nickname that would usually make me swoon and instead my mouth opened in shock. How fucking rude of him. Was he ok?

"Are you being serious right now?" I stopped stirring the potion and crossed my arms. I could take a joke but come on. He had taken it too far.

"Perfectly serious. Why? Did you think I was nice?" He stood up to tower over me, his minty scent washing over me. His chocolate brown eyes were like daggers into my soul. It hurt knowing someone I was good friends with could switch up so fast.

"No actually, I didn't. Your just like everyone says you are. You get with a girl for your own pleasure, lead her on and then leave her with a broken heart. Your a rude fucking asshole and nothing more"

His jaw clenched at what I said, waiting for me to say anything else. I didn't actually mean it but I would never let anyone disrespect me and not expect anything back.

I realised soon how close we were. If only he were to move slightly closer, I could have tipped my head upwards and kissed him. The fact that I was thinking about that even though he had insulted me was annoying for me. I shouldn't still like him. Not anymore.

"You really mean that?" His voice came out soft, his jaw no longer clenched. As if he understood what I had said. I hesitated. Of course I didn't. How could I? I liked him for fucks sake.

I sighed "I don't know"

He sat back down as if he were tired of our argument. As if he didn't want to argue with me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said-"

"Let's just forget about it. Ok?" I didn't want to argue either. Maybe he was angry and took it out on me. Fine. I would give him a pass just this once seen as though we were such good friends. (If only we were more than that)

He nodded his head and we worked in silence for the next few minutes. Until he cleared his throat and looked toward me again "Listen y/n. I don't want us to ruin our...friendship for something I've said so let me treat you. Will you be free to come to the diner at eight?"

I paused and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly "Are you asking me on a date or just as friends?" Confident of me to ask but I wanted to know where we stood.

After a pause he replied with "I'd be happy with either, as long as it's with you"

I thought about my next question "And if I want it to be a date?" I asked quietly.

He smiled "I was hoping you'd say that, princess"

#mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #slytherin

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miorirenkova · 1 month ago

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"dream about me" CHAPTER 05

park sunghoon x fem!reader

“park that car, drop that phone

sleep on the floor, dream about me.”

CHAPTER 01, CHAPTER 02, CHAPTER 03, CHAPTER 04, CHAPTER 05, CHAPTER 06

synopsis: you weren’t a good person—everyone knew that. cruel, sharp-tongued, and ruthless in high school. but you weren’t a killer. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

just as you were trying to change, news breaks: your high school enemy, park hana, has taken her own life before university.

and her brother?

he’s convinced it’s your fault. determined to make you pay. but the deeper he digs, the more you both realize—hana’s death isn’t as simple as it seems.

warnings: heavy mentions of suicide, self harm and bullying, violence, abuse, terrible parenting, heavy topics like death (mentions of a character’s death), gaslighting, manipulation, corruption, blackmail, guilt, trauma, revenge, LOTS of angst, fixation, smut (smut warnings will be given in the smut chapter!!), forgive me if i miss any/more might be added

note: super sorry about the late upload like i said college has been beating my ass but finally here i am. hopefully to make up for it i can get the next chapter out faster </3 thank u sm for the support and patience

song for this chapter: not around by nova

word count: 11.1k words (a little shorter than last time i apologise)

whole paragraphs in italic are flashbacks of past events and color text without quotations are lyrics ! if they have quotations too, they are lyrics + dialogue in story.

playlist link: click here !

mdni . hate comments will be deleted.

it’s raining. again. the kind of rain that makes everything look greyer than it is — streaking down the windows, soaking into your shoes, making the corridors smell like damp socks and spilled instant ramen. eugh.

you’re walking fast, hoodie up, earphones in — not really listening to the music, just needing something to block the noise of everything else. you normally loved the sound of rain but now it was extremely annoying since you had been hearing the same noise for the past week.

your group’s somewhere back in the cafeteria, probably talking or laughing about something that doesn’t matter. you just needed a breather. five minutes alone. you loved them but the noise from the pouring outside was driving you insane and you could not bare sitting there anymore.

perhaps some drink that sounds good enough from the vending machine could help.

you round the corner and stop.

someone’s already there. you don't know his name but you've seen him around. heard about him. you've probably heard his name too before but you couldn't remember it at all right now. all you know is he was one of the new students.

he’s crouched a little in front of the machine, lightly smacking the side like it owes him something. there’s a bag of chips stuck behind the glass.

he notices you after a second, looking at you for a bit before straightening up. "it ate my money."

you blink, tug one earbud out as you raise your eyebrows, confused on why he was telling you that. "what?"

he shrugs, gesturing toward the vending machine. "i wanted the sour cream ones. it gave me air."

you don’t know what to say. you’ve seen him around — quiet, always with a book or his earbuds in. not someone you’ve really talked to. not someone who talks to you.

you move a little closer and dig in your pocket. "here. try again."

he looks at the coin in your hand, then back at you. "you don’t have to—"

"i want milk tea anyway," you say, dropping it into the slot before he can argue. "consider it a vending machine tax."

he lets out a small, surprised laugh. it’s soft. barely there. but enough to fill your heart with something you couldn't quite identify. "thanks."

you turn to look at him but quickly end up looking away. his smile catches you off guard with how.. cute he looks. you shake your head, hoping to shake off the thought along with it.

you both wait while the machine hums and whirs and finally spits out the chips.

he grins and opens the bag, takes one, then pauses. offers it to you. "want one?"

you raise an eyebrow. "offering someone the very thing you were about to fight the machine for? bold."

he smiles — not wide, not obvious. but it’s real. "you helped. it’s only fair."

you take one. just one.

you don't realize that as you eat it and open your milk tea, sunghoon was admiring you.

he couldn't figure out quite why he was looking at you. he wasn't the type to stare, that's for sure. and these chips? those were his favorite. he wouldn't even share them with jay.

yet, as he noticed that you finished eating it, he held the packet out again.

for a moment, it’s quiet. not awkward. just… quiet.

then the bell rings. and just like that, the bubble pops.

you both look at each other like you're trying to memorize something. this moment or maybe each other's faces. or maybe both.

"see you," he says casually, like it’s normal.

"yeah," you reply, pulling your hood back up, hiding the small curl of a smile before you turn away.

yet, you both forgot to memorize each other's name.

your house feels warm as you lie on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through god knows what on your phone.

sunlight filters through the blinds in faint lines, striping the floor like lazy warnings. the air conditioner hums overhead, swirling cold air along with the soft wind that was coming in through the window. you groan before putting your phone down, making it lie face down on the table, but it starts vibrating — one long, sharp buzz after the other.

you pick it up again despite just placing it down.

and honestly, you already know what it is before you even read the screen.

"we’re going to need you to come in again for further questioning."

that's all the officer said before cutting the call. you throw your phone beside you on the bed, stretching out your legs as you look up at the ceiling. it's not like you weren't expecting this — they had informed you that they might call you in again — but that doesn’t stop the unease from curling somewhere in your chest.

you toss on a top and jeans without much thought. there’s a half-empty mug on your desk, something you meant to finish hours ago. the taste of something you couldn't quite put your finger on stays stronger in your mouth than the coffee ever did.

to the police station, i suppose.

by the time you’re standing in front of the station, the pit in your stomach has settled into something much more.. calm, lighter. maybe it's because of exhaustion. maybe acceptance. maybe both. but you aren't as.. on edge as you were last time you were here. you didn't know why.

you sit in the same chair from last time. the clock ticks too loud. someone offers you water. you decline. a different officer this time. or maybe just one you didn’t talk to before. you can’t tell. you’re not really interested in finding out the answer to that either.

"we just have a few follow-up questions," they say casually, clicking their pen.

you nod.

and, he didn't lie. he truly just asked some simple questions. not too much just extra information, you suppose. much easier than last time, that's for sure.

you were pretty at ease when suddenly,

"what was your relation with lee inho?"

you blink.

you’re not sure if it’s the way the question is phrased, or the fact that it came so suddenly—out of nowhere, dropped between two more mundane ones about your class schedule and last known whereabouts. but it hits harder than it should.

the painful memories attached to a name you barely knew. a name everyone assumed you did know. it threw you off guard but you would be lying if you didn't expect this to somehow be brought up with everything that happened.

you clear your throat, shifting slightly in the chair, not even sure what that question means. "we went to high school together."

the officer nods, doing a motion that implied him already know that. "were you close? relationship, maybe?"

you narrow your eyes, caught off guard. you'd barely spoken to that guy other then that one day. what the hell does he mean by that? your eyes drift to the corner of the desk. "no. we weren't even friends. just someone i knew."

he hums at that. doesn’t say anything else for a moment, and that’s somehow worse. you’re used to their back-to-back questioning, the constant pressure, the feeling of trying to keep your head above water. but this silence feels like a trap. like they’re watching you squirm, waiting for something to slip.

"did you bully him too?"

ouch. the tone and the way he worded it, the 'too' all hit you hard. and it only added to the constant reminder of what you faced with his name in high school too.

"no. no i fucking didn't." you groan, throwing your head back in exasperation.

another pause. a longer scribble on the paper. then—

"are you aware the case surrounding lee inho’s death is also being re-evaluated along with hana's case?"

you look up at the officer for a second before looking to the side again. "now i am."

"heard you had an argument with him once. is that true?"

"you're making it sound like i beat him up and punched him in the gut during the argument. it was a stupid class argument. almost every student has those type of arguments. hell, even with teachers. are you going to tell me the teachers have been plotting to kill the students now?" you groan as you finish, sick of the bullshit being put on you.

the police officer raises his eyebrows, scoffing before nodding, closing the file he had opened. "understood."

you nod, your ears catching onto a male voice from the other room but not really paying much mind to it.

"that’ll be all for now. we may call you in again if needed. you can go now, miss y/n l/n."

you nod wordlessly and stand, feet feeling slightly too detached from the floor as you mumble out a thank you before walking out.

and it’s only when you’re outside again, cool air hitting your face, that you exhale properly.

and now you suddenly really regret refusing that water early. you didn't realize how thirsty you actually were. great.

you look around, trying to figure out where you could get water in this government hellhole.

your eyes land on a small vending machine parked awkwardly near the far end of the corridor, just before the main gate. it hums faintly, one side flickering like it might die any second. you make your way over, scanning the vending machine before finding a bottle of water, quickly punching in the code for it. you dig into your pocket for some change and mentally prepare yourself for the possibility that the machine might just eat your coins for fun.

it doesn’t. by some miracle, the bottle clunks into the tray.

you grab it quickly, twist the cap open and down nearly half of it in a single gulp. your pulse slows a little. the dull ache in your head eases—barely—but enough to let you breathe again.

you’re just about to turn and head toward the exit when you spot him.

someone talking to an officer in the room besides the vending machine. honestly, this police station must not take confidentiality serious at all since you could practically hear every syllable in their conversation. this is the second time you've caught wind of something related to a case.

how professional.

you are just about to turn around when you hear something.

"sir, how can you be so convinced she is the one responsible for both the suicides? we haven't found any proper evidence yet other then petty school bullying."

now doesn't that sound oddly familiar to your life?

you listen in, confused about whether it truly was something related to you or if it was just some other weirdly similar case.

unfortunately or fortunately, your doubts get answered far too quickly.

"tch. a person who isn't guilty wouldn't go cry in a secluded room after hearing about inho's suicide."

you freeze.

your hand tightens around the half-empty water bottle, fingers crinkling the plastic as the words echo louder than they should. you don’t mean to listen—not really—but your feet don’t move, your eyes stay glued to the wall like you can suddenly see through it, like you’re waiting for the next blow.

what. the. fuck?

and that's when you actually, truly, recognize the man standing in the room. when it actually clicks in.

lee inho's dad.

you'd seen him when he'd come to the school for the memorial. and when he'd come for an investigation.

and now, you're seeing him here. honestly, you didn't expect to see him here.

but more than that?

you didn't expect to hear him say those words.

no one. no one fucking knew about that.

you had this room in high school which you would always go to when you just needed a bit of space. it was the janitor's room on the third floor in the secluded corner area. no one was actually allowed to go there but you managed to get there after you'd gotten floor captain duty once and learned about it.

so how the fuck did he-

wait a fucking minute.

that note.

"get more marks than hana in the upcoming test. avoid the janitor's room. wear red to the friday party. reject that weirdo."

that fucking note. you'd wrote down this note in your notes somewhere. you remember finding it that day when you were going through your high school stuff.

it was all rubbish really, get more marks, wear red. all just useless thing.

but that one line.

'avoid the janitor's room.'

you suddenly remember why you'd wrote it. when you read it then, it was something meaningless you didn't bother dwelling on. but now you fucking remember why you wrote that.

hana was the then floor captain but she never really visited the janitor room and only came to lock the area towards the end of last period. that's why you always went before or after lunch break. you would always make sure you didn't run into her.

but that day, by your unfortunate luck, you ran into her.

you were overwhelmed by what everyone was saying regarding you and inho and you had run off to that room. you tried not to cry but the tears fell anyway.

and of course, the same day, hana decided to finish her duty early.

and she ran into you.

it was awkward, to say the least. you quickly got up and walked past her, incredibly embarrassed and annoyed.

due to that, you went and wrote that down so you could remind yourself to avoid that room because you ran into her that day. it was a cautionary note.

but even then, she would still be the only one who saw you that day.

so how the fuck would he know?

you are a hundred percent sure no other student saw and even if hana went and told someone that..

why the fuck does inho's dad know?

not only would there be no reason for any student to be keeping in contact with him but he never really frequented around our school either. hell, not even students knew about that room so how the fuck would a parent know? and even worse, how would he know you cried in that room that day?

you blink, the cold from the water bottle suddenly biting into your skin.

that doesn’t make sense. none of this makes fucking sense.

the words spin around your brain—replay themselves again and again.

tch. a person who isn't guilty wouldn't go cry in a secluded room after hearing about inho's suicide.

it's driving you insane.

you hadn’t even remembered that moment until now. had shoved it down somewhere deep, filed it away under useless shame and moments that didn’t matter. but now, it feels like it matters more than anything else.

because no one knew. no one should know.

except for hana.

your throat goes dry pretty quick again, despite the water. your mind flips through memories—fast, chaotic, like pages turning in a storm—searching for something that will make this feel less terrifying. less real.

but all you find is a slow, creeping realization curling around your chest like smoke.

what if hana told him?

you stare ahead at nothing, your pulse roaring in your ears.

you want to laugh, maybe. or scream. because why would she? how would they even know each other like that? it's so dumb.

and then, like a string pulls taut in the pit of your stomach—

what if hana and inho’s dad kept contact?

it’s ridiculous. insane.

but..

is it?

they both have some sort of grief. you don't know what exactly but they do. grief makes people cling. grief makes people talk. grief makes people team up.

god, who are you kidding? inho's dad isn't some teen boy for hana to gossip and plot with him about a teenager. he's a grown man for god's sake.

but.. for some reason, it just didn't feel like you were convincing your brain to believe the thought to be as stupid as you were making it out to be.

like your brain knew something you somehow couldn't acknowledge yet, something that made it refuse to accept the idea as just a stupid thought.

and that? that made it stick with you.

was it really that insane? especially if they both thought they had the same villain.

you.

you clench your jaw, eyes flicking down to the vending machine, but you don’t really see it anymore. everything is just white noise now.

and then a new thought slams into you, harder than the last.

the letter.

that fucking letter.

the one they "found" in your locker. the one you never wrote. the one that made you sound so cruel. too cruel. the one that turned the tide against you in a way you could never undo.

you remember staring at it when they pulled it out. the way it mimicked your handwriting but not your words. the way your stomach twisted because you knew it wasn’t yours. no matter what anyone said.

but no one believed you.

and you had no way to prove otherwise.

you swallow.

what if… that was the reason that stupid letter was in your locker?

your hands begin to shake.

you feel your pulse thudding in your throat, too fast, too loud. your knees nearly buckle from the weight of it.

everything that never made sense suddenly feels like it does. like it always did—if you’d only looked harder.

maybe you're still missing something but right now? you have a piece of something much more.. weird.

a parent's pain is always the most cruel.

and that cruelty? it's not that hard for you to believe it could lead to the want for revenge.

no matter what.

you stumble back a little, suddenly needing air. the hallway feels suffocating, walls inching closer.

but deep under the panic, something else begins to settle.

something cold. quiet. sharp.

it’s not just suspicion anymore.

it’s the start of truth.

and it’s about damn time you found the rest of it.

you slowly start walking, away from the room your in, towards the exit. your thoughts are scattered. you don't even know what to believe, what to think about and what to do.

the whirring of the vending machine fades in the background as you walk further away from the machine, closer to the exit.

you're so immersed in your thoughts that you don't see him.

see the cause of all your nightmares for like the past month.

sunghoon.

why does it feel like you're running into him a lot more than normal nowadays? fate loves kicking you down, doesn't it?

you don't actually notice him until you take out your phone to call your driver. you only notice him when you hear his voice.

and it only really hits you when he calls out your name.

"y/n?"

sunghoon doesn't realize it but his mouth opens before he can process anything. he ends up calling out your name without even realizing he did.

he doesn't know why he did that. even worse, he doesn't know why his tone was laced with a near confusion. as if he doesn't know why you're here.

"woah, fancy seeing you here mr park." you say, your tone laced with sarcasm as you look at him.

sunghoon honestly didn't know why he was here either. god, why was he so lost?

ever since yesterday, he keeps doing things he couldn't explain. not like, in a paranormal way but.. he just didn't know what and why he was doing.

for example, after he laid down on his bed, he immediately picked up his phone and opened your contact, his finger hovering over random buttons. what the hell?

and now, he led himself to the police station. he wasn't called. he just.. came. what did he think he was going to find?

you?

..well, he did, didn't he?

you, on the other hand, felt even more confused. why did he look.. so lost. like a lost puppy, or something.

maybe a lost hyena would be more fitting. such a cute term didn't fit him. too cocky for that.

and even worse, why did he look at you like that?

for once, you feel like there's someone whose much more confused than you. and that someone was park sunghoon of all people.

interesting, for sure.

you snort quietly, but don’t put your phone away just yet. there’s something different in the way he’s standing there, like he’s not sure whether to stay or walk away.

"so... what are you doing here? got a secret hobby of making the cops’ lives harder?" you tease, but your voice carries a faint edge of realness.

you immediately regret your words as soon as they leave you, realizing how stupid you sound. of course he's probably here for the same reason as you. probably called in for something related to the case.

..but much to your surprise,

"i don't know."

what does that even mean? how do you not know why you're here? you're at a police station for god's sake.

what have they done to the real park sunghoon? the real sunghoon would have already finished insulting your whole bloodline till now.

you raise your eyebrows, confused at his answer.

sunghoon also mentally slaps himself for what he said, realizing far too late how dumb he sounds.

his hands are in the pockets of his jacket, hair slightly wind-tossed, face unreadable. he looks like he wasn’t expecting to run into you, but now that he has — he isn’t backing off.

"y/n," he says, again. no smirk, no annoyance. just your name.

"what?" you answer, too tired for anything else.

"what did you mean that day," he asks, "when you said the witness statement was based on a lie hana fed me?"

you blink. "really? you’re asking me that now?"

how fast sunghoon. remembered that pretty quick.

he steps closer, but not too close. "yeah. now."

you exhale, looking away. the words don’t come out right at first — just a vague, tired shrug. but then you look at him, and you see it.

the uncertainty.

not anger. not judgment.

just… doubt.

and suddenly, the words are just a bit easier.

"i never pushed hana down those stairs," you say quietly. "we were talking at the stairs. near the top of them. i can't even remember how it happened but one thing led to another and as i was about to move away, she tripped over the stairs. god, i wasn't even fucking near her. i even told the management to check the cameras but they never did."

he doesn’t say anything, but you know that look. he’s remembering. connecting. rethinking.

"so either i’m a psycho who physically tries to hurt a student and then starts acting like i didn't do it and a compulsive liar… or something or someone was wrong."

the silence hangs there for a second. and then:

"i found the letter," sunghoon says. "in her room."

your breath catches, caught off guard by what he says. it takes you a second to understand what he was talking about but you eventually catch on.

he’s serious. he’s not accusing anymore. he’s not looking at you like you’re guilty.

he’s thinking.

"and now i don’t know what to believe," he admits.

you hesitate, then say, "well, welcome to my life."

he lets out a humorless exhale, almost a laugh. "i’m not saying i trust you. but if something about this isn’t adding up, i want to know what really happened. for hana’s sake."

you cross your arms. "sure. for hana. for me, it’s about proving i didn’t push someone to kill themselves. i don't care about anything else."

he nods slowly. "fair."

there’s a pause.

then sunghoon says, "let’s look into this. together."

you look at him, giving him a look, as if he had said the most insane thing.

you raise a brow. "and if we find out i’m still guilty?"

"then i walk away."

"and if we find out you were wrong?"

he meets your eyes.

"then i deal with it."

another long beat. then you nod.

"fine," you say, stepping past him. "but i’m not doing this for you. i’m doing this to clear my name."

"good," he replies. "then we’re on the same page."

you don’t walk out together. you both just happen to leave at the same time.

but something’s shifted now.

and honestly, you feel much lighter than you did when you walked in the station.

honestly, in hindsight? it's dumb to just go ahead and work with the same person whose the reason you're stuck in this mess.

but that's where others would be wrong. you aren't doing this at all to help him out.

call me selfish, but you're doing this purely with the hopes that you can clear your own name. and what better way to do it than do it with the same person whose the most convinced of your guilt?

sorry yunchae, i'm sure you'll understand.

so no, you aren't doing this out of sympathy for him. though it definitely still hurts your ego to work with him, you'll have to do it anyways.

you just have to hope this decision won't bite you back in the ass later.

after you reached home, you decided to lie down, burying your face in the pillows and just thinking about everything and what you could do.

that's when a sound interrupted your chain of thoughts.

the noise caught you off guard as you looked towards your phone, long discarded on the other side of the bed, doubt filling your head. these days picking up your phone to check these notifications has only brought more despair.

for a second, you contemplate picking it up, thinking about just ignoring it.

but you pick it up anyways, curiosity getting the best of you as you unlocked it.

+1 message from unknown number

???: sunghoon here. save it

you laughed dryly. somehow, you didn't need him to say his name for you to know it's sunghoon. even the way he texts is so.. sunghoon.

you react to the message with a thumbs up, opening the contact to save it. for a second, you think about saving him as a bad name but decide against it, laughing to yourself about it.

surprisingly, you feel a little free today. after so long, you don't feel utterly miserable.

you throw your phone back to the other side of the bed, turning on some music and laying back.

you barely got out of bed today because of how well you slept last night. you literally slept like a baby. and it helped, you felt so refreshed and didn't feel dread to go to university.

well.. other than the fact you had to leave your comfortable bed. but that had more to do with leaving the warm comfort of your bed than anything else. you already knew you would be daydreaming about your blankets in class. you could feel it.

you moved slowly, letting yourself linger in the hot water of the shower, rubbing lotion into your skin with a little more care than usual. it smelled faintly like vanilla — soft, safe.

you grabbed your hoodie, slung your bag over your shoulder, and headed out the door.

classes pretty much passed in a blur. you wrote notes, went to your locker, walked around, went to your next class and repeat. you have the next class free due to your professor being on some sort of leave. you didn't really care to enquire.

you headed outside to the field, the sun low but still warm, the air brushing softly against your cheeks. you walked up the bleachers slowly, savoring the breeze and the sudden quiet. it was peaceful in a way you hadn't felt in a while. you enjoyed the way the cool air hit your face.

you sat down and opened your laptop, scrolling through your emails, deleting spam and half-hearted reminders from clubs you no longer attended. there were a few course-related updates, some forwarded assignments, and a student council email about some upcoming festivity you were barely interested in.

you could hear the distant sound of sneakers skidding against the court and low shouts from the other side of the field. people were playing — probably basketball. you didn’t really bother to look up.

but then a familiar voice echoed, distant yet clear. not one you bothered to look up to find the source of, though.

"yo, pass it!"

on the far end of the field, just near the fenced court, sunghoon was playing basketball with a group of guys — his usual crowd. jake. jay. ni-ki. heeseung. even jungwon and sunoo were there, clutching a water bottle and laughing from the sidelines.

sunghoon caught the ball mid-air, spinning before driving it forward with practiced ease. his hair was slightly damp, sticking to his forehead, and his jersey hung loose over his lean frame. he moved effortlessly, like the court was second nature to him. his sneakers squeaked as he cut across the side, bouncing the ball once — then twice — before launching it toward the basket.

a clean, satisfying swish.

"damn!" jake yelled, jogging over to high-five him. "you’ve been possessed today or something."

sunghoon offered a tired smile, brushing the sweat off his forehead. "just that good. and focused."

jay came up behind him. "that’s the fourth clean shot in a row. focused on what, exactly? world domination?"

sunghoon chuckled faintly, breath catching in his throat. "something like that."

"you’ve been weird all week," heeseung added, tossing a spare ball between his hands. "like… brooding, more than usual. even your brooding has layers now."

sunghoon rolled his eyes. "i’m not brooding."

ni-ki snorted. "you’re absolutely brooding."

he doesn't respond, instead turning to the court again and calling for the ball. it was easier to play — to move — to focus on the weight of the ball in his hands, the rush of adrenaline, the burn in his lungs.

because the moment he stood still, that letter came back.

god, he was the worst.

"sunghoon!" jake called again.

he blinked. "what?"

"you’re staring at the fence like it insulted your mother."

sunghoon’s eyes flicked up — and then stopped.

there you were.

on the bleachers, legs crossed and laptop in your lap, completely unaware of him watching. your eyes were focused, your expression calm, the breeze gently lifting a few strands of your hair.

you looked… peaceful.

he was going insane, wasn't he?

"ohhh," jake said slowly, sidling up beside him. "now i get it."

sunghoon didn’t answer.

"that’s why you’ve been off," jake grinned. "you’re thinking about her. seriously, what's with you two?"

"i'm not," sunghoon muttered under his breath, but his eyes stayed locked on you.

"did something happen?" jay asked from the other side. "i mean—more than usual?"

sunghoon didn’t say anything. he just laughed dryly. "let's take a break." he announced before going to the opposite bleachers, taking out his phone.

sunghoon: when can we meet? sunghoon: i mean sunghoon: to discuss

sunghoon sent the messages, then looked up at you.

you get interrupted by the sound of a notification from your phone, causing you to look away from your laptop and towards your phone, picking it up.

you read the messages and raise your eyebrows, finding it funny how he was treating it like a team project.

y/n: whenever you want

sunghoon sees you move your fingers to type on your phone, the sound of a notification on his phone confirming it. he looks down, reading the message before replying.

sunghoon: meet me after class at the yard.

the rest of the classes pass by easily too, or rather—quietly. you didn’t have much to do, so you just stayed put on the bleachers, watching the sky shift as time crawled forward.

you weren’t sure what you were feeling, exactly. this whole thing, meeting up with him… you didn’t know what to make of it. after everything—after all the second-guessing, the weird interactions, the overthinking—it almost felt unreal. like maybe you dreamed it.

but your phone still buzzed gently beside you, the last message sitting at the top.

meet me after class at the yard.

you stared at it longer than you meant to. not replying. not reacting. just thinking.

he wasn’t acting like usual. it weirded you out. he wasn't being sweet but he wasn't being cocky either. and you didn’t know what version of him you were going to get now. still, curiosity—or maybe something else—pulled at you like a thread.

the bell finally rang, snapping you out of your haze.

you packed your stuff up slowly, the way someone might stall when they’re not sure what’s waiting for them. your laptop went into your bag, followed by your charger and notebook, and you made your way down the bleachers, feet light on the steps.

the yard was quieter now. the basketball court had mostly cleared out, just a few guys still hanging around. you noticed that jake and heeseung were messing around with a ball, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world. but sunghoon wasn’t with them.

you instead spotted him near the edge of the yard, sitting on the grass. he was still in his jersey, hair messy from the game, expression unreadable.

and a book on his face.

you raised your brows, confused. he had a book on his face, covering him, almost as if he was using it as a cover to sleep.

you hesitated.

he moved, the book falling down like he sensed you coming.

his eyes met yours—and for a second, the noise around you vanished.

"oh, i didn't see you," he said softly, picking up the book from his lap and placing it beside him instead before looking down.

you nodded, making a quiet noise of acknowledgement, standing a few feet away. "you wanted to meet?"

sunghoon doesn’t look up. "you’re three minutes late."

"wow. keeping track already?"

he finally glances up, eyebrows twitching just slightly. "noted for our next report: my co-investigator is a time hazard too." he finished before rolling his eyes.

you roll your eyes too but can’t help the smallest grin. co-investigator huh?

he pushes a cup of coffee towards you. you nod, silently accepting it. weirdly… thoughtful of him. then again, you wouldn't put it past him to have it poisoned or something. he does still hate you that much.

"okay," you say after a moment. "where do we start?"

sunghoon pulls the notebook toward him and opens it to a page that has scribbles across it — arrows, names, random notes.

you raise a brow. "you made notes?"

"not all of us improvise life," he mutters.

in a way, it's funny to you he made notes like a true detective. but also, it's not. it shows just how much he cares. and it hits you, hard.

you lean in slightly. "what’s that?"

"just observations. stuff that doesn’t add up."

you glance over the page. he’s got names from your class — old classmates, teachers, even a couple names you didn't really recognise. and at the bottom, a question written in a messy scrawl:

why lie about the summer?

"i keep thinking about it," sunghoon says quietly, fingers tapping the corner of the page. "if hana lied about you bullying her during the break, even after you apologized... there has to be a reason. she wouldn’t just—"

he pauses.

you finish the sentence for him. "she wouldn’t just lie unless something was up."

he looks up at you. doesn’t answer, but doesn’t disagree either.

"i overheard something," you admit, curling your fingers around the coffee cup.

for a second, you honestly hesitate telling him. the secret of you crying that day was something you were far too ashamed about. because of how guilty they had made you feel when you weren't. and how you actually let it get to you.

so.. you weren't all that jolly to be telling him about it.

"this seems insane, but do you know that guy who committed suicide in our school? inho?"

sunghoon raises his eyebrows, confused why you were bringing him up. "what about him?"

you inhale, the edge of the paper coffee cup pressing against your lip.

"i think hana was in contact with his dad."

sunghoon stills.

"his dad?"

you nod slowly, watching his brows knit together.

"i overheard something at the station," you say, voice low. "he was talking to one of the officers. not exactly clear, but… it sounded like he’d been close to her. he said something really weird.. and i have reasons to believe hana told him that."

sunghoon leans forward now, posture tighter. "as in, close enough that they were talking even after inho died?"

"i'm not sure when they started talking but," you murmur. "it seemed like hana was telling him things." you purposely leave out the parts where it's your things that she could be telling him.

"what would hana even be doing talking to him in the first place? what would she gain out of it?" sunghoon seemed shocked but also just confused and not convinced. obviously. he might be thinking you're going crazy right now but he'll just have to trust you.

..though that's hard for someone who thinks you're a killer.

you look down, swirling your coffee even though there’s nothing left in the cup.

"i know you might think it's crazy. i know you might even think i'm making up lies to save myself but just for now, listen to me, no matter how insane it seems." you say, just now realizing how insane it sounds and how it sounds like you're saving yourself.

thankfully, sunghoon nods. "not that i think you're trustworthy or nice, i still want to trust you because that's what we agreed to do when we decided to work together. and i'll do it, for the sake of this."

you nod, proud that you've got at least some sort of lead now.

sunghoon flips to a new page in the notebook, scribbling down inho’s dad? and underlining it twice.

"okay," he mutters, tapping his pen against the page. "so we’ve got... this weird connection between hana and inho’s dad. and a lie about the summer that doesn't add up. maybe it’s all just coincidence. or maybe it’s not."

you watch him work, something clenched inside your chest loosening—just a little. it’s weird. surreal, even. seeing him take your words seriously, even if he doesn’t fully believe you yet.

and he didn't try to pry out of you the reason why you think that. that's.. weird.

"do you think he could've manipulated her?" you ask quietly. "i mean, she wasn’t exactly.. fine towards that month's end. what if he used that?"

sunghoon’s jaw ticks, his eyes vulnerable. "hana wasn’t stupid."

"and i didn’t say she was."

"then don’t talk like she was easily swayed." his voice is sharp. defensive. but there’s something fragile underneath it.

you look at him. really look. and for the first time in days, maybe weeks, he doesn’t look angry.

he just looks tired. you notice that his eyes flash something, akin to pure vulnerability when her name is mentioned. you don't know what to make of it.

but it annoys you so bad. why does he think everything that leaves your mouth is a insult or threat against him and hana? god, you really have to keep reminding yourself you're doing this to clear your own name too. that you have your own benefits out of this.

you really, really want to say you're not a selfish person. but god, every word sunghoon lets out forces you to remember those benefits.

"i wasn't trying to. i'm just giving an idea here. stop fucking assuming everything i say is a threat against you." you groan, annoyed.

sunghoon looks at you for a second before looking down at his notebook.

he doesn't respond.

he only notices the way your eyes twitch, the way your fingers twitch. he quickly collects himself before you can say anything.

you sigh, pushing your hair behind your ears, fingers trembling just a little. "i don’t want to make her the villain. that’s not what i’m trying to do. but i know what it’s like to feel so guilty you’ll believe anything that makes you feel like you deserve it."

sunghoon’s eyes meet yours then—flicker-fast, unreadable.

"let’s try to figure out who this guy is. maybe start with school records. find out where inho’s family lived. maybe we can trace something from there."

you hum in agreement, and then—almost as an afterthought—you mutter, "what if he blames me for inho?" you scoff, dryly laughing at the irony. it's like everyone in this world needed someone to blame for their issues and found only you.

sunghoon glances at you, frowning slightly. "did you ever talk to inho much?"

you shake your head. "not really. barely. he was quiet, sweet. and not really the type i bothered with, i guess. but i wasn’t... cruel. ..not to him."

sunghoon doesn’t speak for a second. then—

"is that so.." he says. "we'll just have to hope he's not blaming you then." he looks at you, and his voice is steady when he answers.

you fall silent. it hurts to know that's exactly the reputation you've built for yourself.

that's why you're in this mess too.

in a way, deep down, something still screams at you. telling you that you deserve it.

for how cruel you were.

but you know, then, that no matter how ugly this gets—sunghoon’s right. you have to figure this out. not just to clear your name.

but because someone wanted you buried under the weight of guilt you didn’t earn.

and maybe, just maybe, that someone is still watching. waiting.

"then let’s start digging," you say.

sunghoon nods, flipping to a fresh page.

you and sunghoon spent the next hour or so combing through every scrap of information you could recall—old names, half-remembered conversations, strange behavior from classmates, and the way certain teachers seemed way too invested or distant when it came to certain things. the pages of his notebook filled slowly, scrawled in both neat bullets and messy, frustrated thoughts. somewhere in between connecting dots and sharing quiet theories, time started to blur.

you only noticed how much had passed when the golden hue of the sky shifted into something darker, colder. sunghoon glanced at his phone and muttered something about needing to get home before practice.

"i’ve got a match tomorrow," he said casually, standing and brushing grass from the back of his jersey. "you could come. if you want. it’s after school so it makes it easier to meet up after."

you blinked. "to the match?"

he shrugged like it was nothing, but didn’t quite meet your eyes. "yeah. it’s open anyways. i’ll find you after."

the offer hung between you longer than it should’ve. you nodded, brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal either. "sure," you said. you knew he wasn't inviting you just to invite you, you did understand that it was so you both could meet up easily after.

but still, what's the harm in going? you loved these matches and it had been a while since you'd gone to one. it could be fun.

the word fun felt foreign on your tongue. everything lately had been anything but. but something about the idea—watching from the stands, blending into a crowd that didn’t stare at you like you were the ghost of something awful—felt a little like peace.

or maybe a distraction.

you parted ways with a simple nod, the air between you still fragile, stitched together with a thread of shared suspicion. not trust. not yet. but something.

as you made your way back toward the main road, your phone buzzed with a message from emi.

emi: dude where ru? do u wanna to get some food together?

seeing her message made you crack a smile, the thought of getting food outside much more appealing then it should be. you were really exhausted and also hungry. coffee isn't very filling in terms of solid food.

y/n: still down? i’m free now

her reply came instantly.

emi: burger place in 15.

you texted a quick confirmation and headed toward your car, dangling the keys in your hand. you'd finally gotten your car back after you'd sent it for maintenance. it feels nice to be able to drive your way to places again.

the evening pressed against your skin like a sigh. you softly hummed to the music in your car, tapping your legs to it.

maybe it was the weight of everything you’d just gone over with sunghoon. maybe it was the weird invitation to his match. or maybe it was something else altogether. something less rational. but you felt a little unease about the match.

and worse—you'd seen the same thing reflected in yourself. you weren't as numb as you'd wanted to believe. not when it came to hana. not when it came to the way sunghoon still flinched when she was mentioned, like grief hadn’t fully settled in yet, like it still knocked him sideways when he least expected it.

and not when it came to the way he looked at you—like he wanted to believe you, even if the belief hurt.

it's given that he hadn't got over the grief but still.. and feeling that guilt still crawl up your spine when you see him? when he talks about it all? the one you try so hard to remember is not yours.

even then, a lot of that guilt is still a burden you deserve to carry.

by the time you reached the burger place, emi was already there, waving dramatically from the booth. you slid in across from her and she launched into a chaotic rant about a group project gone to hell, gesturing with a half-eaten fry. it was ridiculous and dramatic and you were enjoying it, tears in your eyes from laughing.

these past few days, you finally don't feel like everything's miserable. that things can be fixed.

like you truly, truly can fix this.

you’re halfway through your burger when emi pauses, eyes narrowing like she’s just remembered something scandalous.

"wait. did you say sunghoon told you to come to his match?" 7

you blink, chewing slowly. "…yeah?"

"park sunghoon? same guy who pettily refused to take a paper from you? same guy who snatched your water from you? same guy who you refuse to have any history with and only a crush? invited you—public enemy number one—to his game?"

you sigh, setting down your drink. "well, thanks for the recap. also, i told you already, the crush thing was just a cover up!"

"no, no. enlighten me. because it sure sounds like you’ve been asked on a very dramatic, sports-movie-coded date."

you groan. "emi, no matter how much you wish it were a date, a date is the last thing any of us would refer to this as."

if only you knew emi. if only you knew.

"uh-huh." she grins, chin in her hand. "so he just randomly decided to offer you bleacher seats to his big moment out of the kindness of his icy heart? suddenly after all the pettiness?"

you flick a fry at her, but she dodges and instead catches it in her mouth, eating it. "we’re just working together for something. he probably thinks it’ll be easier to talk after the match."

"you do realize this is the same guy who wouldn’t even look at you two weeks ago without looking like he wanted to throw a chair."

"yeah," you mutter. "trust me, i remember." don't worry emi, the feeling was pretty mutual.

emi leans back, her smile fading just a little. "you okay with going, though? like, really okay? he didn't like blackmail you into this, did he?"

you pick at the edge of your napkin, letting out a laugh at emi's comment. "and if i said he did, would you rescue me like my prince charming?"

emi raises her eyebrows, scoffing at your words. "sureeee, my princess."

you laugh before leaning back, wiping your hands with the napkin. "anyways, don't worry about it. he only asked me to come so we could meet up easily after. he said it's my choice so no force. and plus, won't it be fun? i love these kinds of matches."

she nods, more serious now. "okay. then i’m with you. but remember, if you ever need back up, just give me a call. i'm ready to kick him in the shin."

you raise your eyebrows, making a sound of amusement. "please don’t. they’d definitely arrest you. and he is not some avengers level threat for me to need back up, trust me."

"worth it," she says, popping a fry into her mouth.

sunghoon didn’t know how long he’d been staring at the wall.

the lights in the hallway were dim, humming low above him. everyone else had gone to sleep. he probably should’ve too. but sleep hadn’t come easy in months.

his notebook sat beside him, pages fluttering slightly from the fan. the last thing he’d written was already starting to smudge, his palm resting over it for too long.

he sat there, cross-legged on the floor, back pressed to the wall.

his phone buzzed once.

he didn’t look at it.

oh she could be up,

somewhere in his chest, the ache had gone dull. not gone, never gone — just quieter. the way grief always got when it had overstayed its welcome. people thought that meant healing. it didn’t.

it just meant you were getting used to carrying it.

he sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. the match practice earlier had gone fine. good, even. people have their hopes up now. his friends asked if he was coming to the diner afterward.

he said he had to study.

it wasn’t a lie.

he kept thinking about what you said earlier.

oh she could be down,

not hana. you. the girl he couldn’t stop staring at lately, the one with too many shadows behind her eyes and too many knives in her back.

he hated how it made sense.

he hated that she didn’t act like someone who was guilty.

he hated how a small part of him —a traitorous, unforgivable part— started to think maybe she wasn’t.

maybe she really had been alone.

he squeezed his eyes shut.

"you should know," he muttered to himself. "you should’ve been better." the words reminiscent of his parent's.

but i'm not around to see her

he was a shitty person. it's not like his parents hadn't already made sure he knew how much of a shitty person he was already.

but this felt like the cherry on top.

he couldn't think about anything. about what truly happened with hana. about the possibility—that seemed even more real and possible now—that he was being a jerk.

about what jay said.

because if she had lied, if hana had really twisted something, then sunghoon had played his part perfectly. he hadn’t questioned it. hadn’t looked at the cracks. he just believed her — because she cried, because she was sweet, because he loved her.

and if all of that was true...

then what the hell had he done?

no. it's not like he was giving up and losing trust in hana. of course not. that's his sister. and it's not like he's completely convinced that you were innocent now. but..

fuck.

he leaned his head back against the wall, the cold biting through the cotton of his hoodie.

his eyes burned.

he didn’t cry. not really. not since the funeral. not since the questions started and the police came around asking what he knew and how long it had been since he last saw her happy.

the worst part?

he didn’t even know the answer to that.

and now he was stuck — between the ghost of the girl he couldn’t save, and the guilt of the one he couldn’t look in the eye without having the same thought creep up behind his neck.

he inhaled sharply. let the silence fill in the cracks.

he didn’t know who the villain was anymore.

he didn’t know if he was one.

but god, it felt like it.

the next day, you head home earlier than usual, the afternoon sun bleeding through your bedroom window in soft gold streaks. your backpack drops to the floor with a dull thud, and for a moment, you just stand there, staring at it.

you’re going to his match.

it feels dumb to be nervous. it's not like you're going for him, not really. you're going because of the arrangement—and because, somehow, this tangled mess between the two of you has started to turn into something else. not exactly trust, not exactly friendship. something in between. a ceasefire built on suspicion and shared grief.

and also because it could be pretty fun.

you sit on the edge of your bed, fingers toying with your phone. part of you still expects a message from him, saying never mind. or maybe a prank—like he only said it to mess with you.

but the notification never comes.

it's dumb. so dumb. why were you so nervous for a match? it's not even like you're going for him like emi said. it's insane. it's just a match, you remind yourself. you're going for yourself to have fun.

so, you get up.

you pull open your closet, fingers brushing past hangers. it had been a while since you'd gone to a match so you weren't too sure what to wear. still, you want to look… decent. not for sunghoon. definitely not for him. you just want to look good, nothing bad in that, right?

you settle on something casual, something that doesn’t scream trying too hard, but still looks like effort. then you pause by the mirror and tie your hair back, then untie it, then pull it back again. god, you don't remember it being this hard.

as you're applying lip balm, your phone buzzes with a message.

emi: ur still going right emi: send pics or i swear to god emi: if u come back and tell me nothing happened i’ll drag the details out of u myself

you snort, texting her back.

y/n: calm down stalker, ill tell u everything lol

you grab your bag, then your headphones and glance once more at yourself in the mirror, smiling before taking a pic and sending it to emi.

you just really hope everything goes well. not that there was anything to go wrong but still, you felt worried for no reason.

you look at yourself one last time before heading out.

on the way to the field, the streets buzz with the leftover warmth of daylight, students walking ahead with school scarves and excitement in their voices. you spot a few classmates, waving to them and saying hello as you keep walking.

you keep walking as you finally reach the edge of the stadium, bleachers set up, people already gathering.

you scan the field.

sunghoon isn’t there yet. the players must still be inside, getting changed or warmed up or whatever it is they do. you find a spot off to the side, somewhere not too obvious but still within sight of the field. you’re not sure if he’ll even notice you showed up. not sure if he wanted you to.

still—you’re here. whatever, he gave you the invite. who were you to decline a match?

in the locker room, the air is thick with heat, adrenaline, and the sound of sneakers squeaking against the tile floor.

sunghoon rolls his shoulders back, pulling his jersey over his head. it’s a little damp from warm-up drills, his hair already starting to stick to his forehead. someone throws him a water bottle—probably sunoo—and he catches it without looking.

"yo," jake calls, walking past and bumping his shoulder. "you good?"

"yeah." sunghoon nods, quick. "why wouldn't i be? just… focused."

he doesn’t say on what.

jay is taping up his wrist near the lockers. "you’re always focused. what’s new?"

"focused weird," jake mutters from the bench. "he’s been in his own head all day. i swear, he didn’t even laugh when riki imitated mr. cho’s rant this morning."

sunghoon throws a towel at him.

but honestly? they were right.

he’s been distracted. he just can't figure out by what.

or maybe he doesn't want to.

he doesn’t even know why he told her to come.

"you nervous?" jungwon asks quietly, tossing him his armband. he always knows how to read the shift in sunghoon’s energy.

sunghoon shrugs, fingers fumbling with the fabric. "it’s just a match."

jungwon gives him a look. "you’ve never cared this much about just a match."

sunghoon doesn’t respond.

heeseung claps his hands together. "alright, warm-up. let’s go. don’t make me carry your asses again."

everyone laughs and groans but they file out, cleats hitting the turf. the sky outside is bleeding into dusky orange, the crowd starting to fill the bleachers with shouts and movement.

sunghoon jogs out behind them, muscles loose, mind still tight.

and then—his eyes flick across the field.

and he sees you.

just for a second.

he quickly looks away. he doesn't know why he does so but it almost feels wrong to see you here.

but in a way, it motivates him.

..or he's just being dumb.

his steps falter just slightly before he regains pace.

"whoa—sunghoon. what’s that?" riki smirks, jogging up beside him, following his line of sight. "you got someone coming to cheer for you?"

sunghoon elbows him lightly, smirking as he changes the topic. "you sure it's not you whose got someone cheering for you?"

although he's joking about riki, sunghoon doesn’t deny his words.

and just like that, the team slowly splits off into drills, the cheers around rising.

the match went better than you expected.

you didn’t know much about football, but even you could tell sunghoon was good. the way he moved — fast, sharp, focused — like the game was the only thing on his mind. but, you don't want to compliment him too much now.

and it wasn’t just him. the whole team had energy. you weren’t sure if they were actually great or if the other team just sucked, but they won, pretty well in fact.

and sunghoon scored the final goal.

you didn’t realize you’d gotten so into it until sihwan, who you'd coincidentally found earlier, smacked your arm when they won and you clapped a little too hard.

"you're pretty into this," he laughed.

you laughed, smirking as you shrugged. "i used to love these type of matches. i mean, i still do."

and you were, pretty into this. not just the game — the way sunghoon’s expression broke open for half a second when he scored. like for that one moment, he wasn’t angry or exhausted or guarded. just a boy who got a win.

you don't know why you noticed that, but you did.

"what about you? not much of a sports guy?" you asked sihwan, taking out your phone to check if you got any messages.

"nah, more like i'm not much of a basketball guy. i'm more of a football guy. you should come to my matches one day too! i play for the university football team."

you raise your eyebrows, surprised that he plays football before you high five him, nodding.

after sending off sihwan, you end up walking around the side of the building after the match, half-looking for sunghoon for what you'd both agreed, half-looking around out of curiosity when you hear voices.

"no, but seriously—" a familiar laugh. "we actually pulled it off."

you round the corner and freeze.

sunghoon, there he is. and… heeseung?

they’re walking towards you. both still in their jerseys, both sweaty and smiling. well—heeseung’s smiling. sunghoon’s just... walking.

goddamn, does he always have a stick up his ass?

..nevermind, maybe there's a reason for that. you take back your words immediately.

heeseung notices you first. "oh—hey. didn’t expect you here."

"uh, yeah," you say. "sunghoon told me to come."

heeseung raises an eyebrow and glances at him. "did he now?"

sunghoon just exhales like he regrets every life choice.

"look, i should say this—" heeseung stops in front of you, scratching the back of his neck. "that day in class... when we were talking and you were right there... we didn’t know. i mean—I didn’t. that you heard us."

your fingers tighten around your phone. "right."

"not saying it makes it better, but... sorry. it was shitty."

you blink, a little surprised. "uh, thanks. don't worry about it, i mean."

he grins a little. "you’re kind of scary, you know that?"

"am i?" you raise your eyebrows a little, amused by heeseung's words.

"in a good way." he flashes a crooked smile. "sunghoon didn’t tell me you were hot."

sunghoon groans. "jesus christ."

you bite back a laugh. "i don’t think that’s relevant information but thanks anyways. though, i'm pretty sure you already knew considering your.. interesting conversation back then."

heeseung makes a slight grimacing face before shrugging, scratching the back of his neck. "it’s pretty relevant," he says, nudging sunghoon with his elbow. "anyway. see you around?"

"sure," you say.

heeseung throws you a wink before jogging ahead, leaving you and sunghoon alone in the awkward silence.

sunghoon doesn’t look at you.

"..you gonna say something?" you ask, slightly annoyed by the silence.

"seems like you both had fun flirting." he mutters, already walking past.

you roll your eyes and follow.

you don’t say it out loud but,

he definitely looked back when you weren’t watching.

you don’t know how it ends up like this again. sitting beside park sunghoon, a shared notebook between your knees, half-distracted by the hum of the stadium's rooftop vents and the way the late afternoon sun hits the metal railings just right.

"you take ugly notes," you mutter, squinting at his messy scrawl.

sunghoon doesn’t look up. "and you talk too much."

you snort, nudging his elbow just enough to annoy him. he pulls the notebook closer like you're going to steal it. typical.

"so," you say, leaning back on your palms, letting your gaze drift to the clouds. "what’s your topic of discussion today?"

"i was looking into inho’s address. he lived farther out near the edge of town, the old residential blocks." he flips a page. "they moved there a year before he... you know."

you nod, solemn. "yeah, i know."

he doesn’t say anything, just keeps scribbling something with the back of his pen cap clenched between his teeth.

your stomach growls loudly enough for a pigeon nearby to startle.

sunghoon glances sideways. "nice."

"shut up," you mutter, groaning from embarrassment. "i forgot to eat lunch."

he closes the notebook with a snap. "do you want to eat something?"

"if you can somehow cook something up from the grass and dirt, go ahead."

sunghoon scoffs, flashing a smirk. "vending machines, y/n. there's things called vending machines."

you groan, dismissing him as you both stand. the silence between you is easy now. not warm exactly — but it’s not stiff either. maybe this is what mutual misery looks like. or maybe just two people slowly realizing the other is human too.

the hallway is quiet as you both make your way down the stairs. just a couple of students and players around and the faint echo of your footsteps and the hum of the vending machine ahead.

sunghoon steps up to it, eyes scanning the rows of drinks like he’s memorizing a map.

he mutters something under his breath, but there’s a flicker of a grin before he punches in a code.

a soft thunk — the bottle drops.

you blink.

milk tea.

he turns and holds it out to you.

"how’d you—"

"you liked it last time," he says simply, like it’s nothing. like he didn’t remember a random drink preference from several years ago.

how could you forgive me, babe?

you take it slowly, fingers brushing his for a second too long. "didn’t know you had a memory." you say as you try to mask your astonishment from the fact he remembered something like that.

"selective," he shrugs, grabbing a canned coffee for himself. "i only remember the irritating details."

you scoff. "sure. you just remembered the one thing that would make me not hate you more."

"mission failed, then." he mutters under his breath.

but you're already smiling, sipping the tea, eyes still on the vending machine as the memories of that day fill your head. it's pretty ironic that you both met at a vending machine and now are back at a vending machine, getting the same things.

"then, let me guess, you're going to get chips?" you ask.

he pauses.

"yeah."

how could you forgive me?

"you said ‘milk tea.’ i thought you were psychic or something."

sunghoon chuckles, low under his breath. "nope. just unlucky."

"mm, sounds like your whole personality."

he doesn’t bite back this time. just looks at you, a little quieter than before.

"why’d you ask me to help with this? i mean, i know that you wanted me to tell you what i knew but," you ask softly, shifting against the cool metal of the machine. "was it really because you wanted to know the truth, or because you wanted to catch me lying?"

he meets your eyes. and something in his gaze falters — just briefly.

"i think... at first it was both," he admits. "but now i think i’d.. i don't know, damn it. maybe i just want to find out why hana did this."

you don’t know what to say to that. your throat closes up a little, but you force a small laugh instead.

"you’re so dramatic sometimes."

"you’re deflecting."

"so are you."

and for a moment, you both just stand there — two quiet figures under the humming fluorescent lights, shadows overlapping.

"want some?" he offers and you take it, just like that day, confused on why he would give this to you. you just don't know what 'this' refers to here. you weren't.. friends, not enemies either.

something in between. sunghoon still hates you and you aren't all too different from him but at least now, you have some sort of.. understanding, if anything—however twisted it may be.

"come on," he says, breaking the stillness. "we’ve got more work to do."

"yeah, yeah," you sigh, trailing after him. "detective park."

he looks over his shoulder. "co-investigator."

you shake your head. but this time, it's much more humorous to you rather than a stupid, snarky remark.

and the milk tea tastes just like it did that first day — sweet, cold, and weirdly comforting.

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chellestrash · 7 months ago

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Joel Miller x F!Reader

summary: seeking comfort and company you end up at joel's door warnings: none. word count: 3.1k a/n: i think this is the first thing i wrote this year…so, the quality might not fully be there but i really needed to wite something with Joel. This is just a little one shot that maybe will help someone who needs it

“Hey”

You mumble quietly when the heavy, wooden door to Joel’s big farm house on the outskirts of Jackson opens in front of you. The man leans on the door frame, head slightly tilted to the side, eyebrows pulled together in a slightly confused expression as he looks you up and down quickly, attempting to guess the purpose of your unannounced visit.

“Hey”

His deep, groggy voice rumbles through your body as you stare at each other for another moment. He continues when you don't pick up the conversation like he expected you to do.

“Didn't know you were coming.”

You nod silently as a response.

“Yeah, I...wasn't planning to, just sorta…”

You shrug, not sure how to explain the extremely deep need for his company you feel at this very moment, to the same middle-aged man standing right in front of you.

“...happened.”

Joel nods this time, sniffling quickly as he looks around the front yard. The cool winter breeze hits you both, uncomfortably cutting through your already exhausted body so intently you'd swear you can feel it going through your bones.

“Come on.”

He nods toward the inside of the house, inviting you in before you can say anything else. Without hesitation, you step into the hallway and glance back as he shuts the front door closed behind you.

“So you just happened to be on the other side of Jackson in the middle of a night? In November. Winter.”

Joel stands behind you, arms crossed in front of his chest, his eyes not leaving you even for a moment as you take off your boots, scarf and the thick winter jacket he managed to find for you in one of his supply trips with Tommy a couple of years ago.

You sigh quietly, eyeing him up and down, once again going over how you could try to possibly explain the overwhelming anxiety in your head to Joel Miller.

“I don't know, Joel, I just… I needed to be here?”

That's the best you can do. The best way to put whatever the hell has been happening inside your body lately to him and maybe to yourself as well at this moment.

“Alright.”

He speaks quietly; it's almost a whisper, but loud enough so you can hear him. His body relaxes once he realizes it's not an emergency. No one is dead, no one lost a limb, there's not a hole in the wall somewhere for the runners to get through, everyone is safe, you are safe.

“You want to sit here for a bit?”

He continues, walking over to get your coat before he hangs it up above the heater. The warm air inside his house hugs your body like a thick blanket. Joel was used to rough conditions. He spent most of the years after the outbreak on his own or in smaller groups, sleeping in abandoned buildings, often outside the safe zones or somewhere out in nature. After all that, there was no way in hell he would refuse the luxury of a lit fireplace and a warm house, now that he has settled in Jackson.

“Don't really have much to offer you, though, coffee?”

You breathe out a quiet laugh, watching him quickly tidying up the space around you: kicking his shoes closer to the wall, picking up the one glove that fell on the floor probably hours earlier, or straightening up the coat on one of the hangers.

“Joel, it's almost ten now.”

He frowns, glancing at the big, wooden clock by the stairs before turning back to you.

“And?”

You shake your head, scoffing with a quiet chuckle, and he hums softly, amused with the results of his attempt to cheer you up slightly.

“Well, was gonna get myself a cup anyway.”

He gestures toward the kitchen, and you think over the offer again.

“Alright, but a small one.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He nods again, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips, before making his way over to the other room.

Being left alone now, you shut your eyes and attempt to take a deep breath in, doing your best to calm your body down. It is shallow and short, it won't help, and you know it. However, you still try to push this overwhelming feeling away. You try to focus on the things around you, redirecting your attention to something outside your panicked brain. It's just this heavy, tightening feeling in the center of your chest or deep down in your stomach. You can't shake it. You can't make it go away this time, no matter how hard you try. That's why you came here in the first place. That's why you walked almost the whole length of Jackson at his hour and on your own. That's why you sought him. That's why the only thought on your mind with every step you took was, “please be home.”

“Hey.”

You shake your head, blinking a couple of times before it comes to you.

“Oh, shit sorry.”

Reaching out slowly, you wrap your fingers around the ear of the cup and smile softly as a thank you, the smile never reaching your tired eyes.

“Thank you.”

You mumble, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Yeah.”

He starts, his eyebrow raised slightly as he does his best to estimate the situation. He knows something's off, you're acting different, you're quiet, and your demeanor is different, almost as if...muffled for some reason.

The silence is long, longer than you would've liked, you know he can tell something's off, you know you're not doing the best job at holding it all together and as your brain continues to fight itself on the matter of whether you'd prefer to tell him everything or that he wouldn't know anything was wrong you do yourself a favor and open your mouth to the first thing that comes into your head.

“You ever get that new rifle?”

His eyes widen slightly at the question, like he wasn't expecting it; he wasn't. But it was the only thing you could think about that could save you from attempting to most likely over-explain whatever the hell was happening to your body and mind on this godforsaken day.

“The one from Jimmy?”

He gives in, and you sigh, relived.

“Yeah, the one you were supposed to carve the handle for?”

He shuts his eyes with a soft nod and a quiet hum.

“Mhm.”

You glance up the stairs, towards the bedroom where you saw he keeps his guns, and he turns to follow your gaze.

“Did you want to see it?”

“Sure.”

He gestures to the stairs, letting you pass by and walk in front of him. You don't say much more for a bit, somehow there's this silent understanding between both of you, he somehow understands the situation, without fully knowing it. That's why he's not asking, he's not drilling into you like some people would, he does not want to force the answers out of you. What he knows is that you needed to be here, and that is enough.

Stepping into the bedroom, you smile softly to yourself as your eyes scan the familiar space. It's comforting, it's safe, you know it. The half-made bed takes up almost half of the room, the grand painting of wild horses resting above the wooden headboard. He finally hung it up.

Joel walks past you, it feels natural now for you to occupy this space, it is almost as if he feels comfortable with you being there, more than when he's alone. After setting his cup down on the nightstand closer to you, Joel makes his way over to the big closet door.

“Didn't get the chance to clean it yet.”

He explains, reaching for the rifle through the hanging clothes as you sit at the edge of the bed, your back turned to him, waiting to see the weapon.

“Here.”

He holds the barrel towards himself and away from you as he hands you the rifle over your shoulder.

“Holy shit, Joel.”

You exclaim, setting down your cup next to him before taking the weapon in your hand. Your thumb runs over the detailed carving on the light wood. The mountain and trees with a deer bust chiseled carefully into the rings of the wood.

“She's beautiful.”

“Yeah, you think?”

The man asks, sitting down next to you with a loud grunt.

“Yeah, look at it, goddamn it, that must've taken weeks.”

“Eh,”

He shrugs, showing how much he disagrees with your statement.

“Took more patience than time.”

He explains as you drag your fingers over the handle, astonished by the details he managed to transfer into the rough material.

“Still needs some work, and care…she's in a rough shape.”

“Yeah…”

You listen to him explain the process to you and you let him talk. It's not like you haven't seen him working on different commissions before. But you want it, you need it, his voice so comforting, you wish it could be the background noise for your life as you go about your days.

After carefully resting the gun against the wall, you admire it for another moment. Your thoughts wander as you realize how aware your body has become of Joel’s presence so close to you. You can smell his scent so vividly now, you can feel the heat radiating off of his body, the touch you long for so strongly.

“Yeah…gotta clean the metal, you know, don't want it rustin. The wood needs some oil too, maybe some stain so it'll look properly and not like every other-”

He doesn't get to finish the sentence, cut off by your lips crashing against his the second you turn back in his direction. Your hands fly up to his face and you hold him right there, so close to you now. He lets you lead, his eyes shut, his lips following yours as he grunts loudly into the kiss. The soft scent of his body surrounds you when he leans forward and draws closer to you. Quickly raising his hand, he rests his palm against the back of your head, pulling you even deeper into the kiss.

You pull away after a moment, resting your forehead against his while you catch your breath and reach for the buttons of his old jeans.

Joel follows your gaze, wrapping his fingers around your wrist almost immediately. There are no words shared between you, but you look up into his eyes, panting after the prolonged kiss. You take a few short breaths before he lets go of your hand.

Not taking his eyes off of you, and without a single word, Joel takes the lead now. Leaning back against the wooden headboard of his massive bed, he guides you closer to him, pulling on your wrist gently to suggest you follow. And you do. Turing to face him before throwing your knee over his legs, you let him hold onto your hips. His big, working hands resting on both sides of your lower body now, his eyes scanning your face for any clue of what this whole thing meant. It's been a while since you two slept with each other. It was never anything exclusive, never really anything to make a big deal about; however, to be completely honest, it was never entirely casual either. Relationships got a bit complicated for some people after the outbreak. And for people like Joel? They always were.

“You sure you want-”

He starts, but you muffle the words, quickly pressing your hand to his lips.

“Don't.”

The whisper slips past your lips, and you drop your hand, now slowly leaning down and closer to him. There is not a single thought in your head beside that you need this, you need comfort, you need his touch; you need his body against yours. You need him. Joel watches as you move in closer and closer, his eyes glancing down at your lips occasionally, his hands passively resting at your sides. There is no push, no lead from him anymore, you have the floor, and he wants this to be how you want it or how you're convinced you want it.

Now more hesitant, you stop. Your lips almost brushing against his, your chest resting on top of him, your body rising and falling gently with his every breath.

Once again, the choice is yours. With your gaze dropping, you focus on his lips again.

Shutting your eyes quickly, you lean into him, searching for the comfort in the desperate act of intimacy. It feels different from before, when you used to see each other more regularly. Your body, despite the familiar setting, feels tense, as does his. The anxiety not leaving your chest even for a moment, despite how hard you try to get rid of the feeling. But you want this, you need this, the closure, the distraction, the company.

You tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss, and his hand moves from the side of your hips to your lower back, his lips never following yours.

You know he can feel it too, you know you can't hide it, not from Joel, he knows you too well. There is no give in the kiss, his body does not respond to you, it is as if he wants you alone to realize what he already knows.

You move away, breaking the kiss as you pull back quickly. There's a moment of silence when you both stare at each other, not sure what the reaction will be for the other person, not sure what is meant to happen now. The stinging sensation behind your eyes grows stronger as you feel your chest tightening, your chin trembles, and your lips part. A shaky inhale gives away the current state of your mind and there's nothing you can do to try to hide it now.

He doesn't say a word—there's no question, no confronting, no confusion or frustration. Once the tears flow to your eyes, and you turn away, shutting them in a desperate attempt to stop this, he finally speaks.

“It's okay, you're okay.”

His quiet, gentle voice is enough for you to crumble this time.

You sob loudly, covering your face with the palms of your hands. You allow Joel to pull you down and onto his chest, where you bury your face into the fabric of his shirt. Curling up into a ball, you let your body tense up on top of him. You let yourself feel the anxiety within the tension, feel everything, for the first time in so long you can't remember it properly. With tears streaming down your face, you rest on top of Joel. Your head pulled into your shoulder, your legs pressed against his chest, his hand resting firmly on your back. He adds to the pressure, feeling your body shaking with the sobs. The overwhelming need to let all the built-up tension out doesn't allow you to really think through what you're doing. It just happens and you can't stop it, not this time.

Joel shuts his eyes at your shaky inhale, rubbing his big hand over your back in an attempt to comfort you slightly. He’s not really sure what to, he has never really been great at this. Vulnerability, or the desperation of the display of emotions, was never something he was in tune with. It was definitely better if the emotions on display weren't his, it helped that he didn't have to think about himself. Worrying about others is always easier than worrying about yourself. Still, he always felt inadequate to provide any sort of comfort.

With shaking shoulders, trembling chest and cheeks wet from the tears, you clutch onto the fabric of his dark navy blue shirt when the tension becomes too overbearing to handle. He wraps his arms tight around your body. Your chest and throat hurt as you unsuccessfully attempt to calm yourself down, choking on your own tears.

“Shh, shh, I have you. I have you, babygirl.”

His gentle words make you lose whatever composure was somehow left within your body, and as your tears drip onto the fabric of his shirt, Joel moves his hand from your back up to the back of your head. Pressing a gentle kiss against the side of your head, he holds onto you like this for a moment before brushing his palm over your hair. He continues the movement from that point on, the slow, repeating sensation bringing you the desperately needed comfort. It takes a while for the feelings that turned out too strong for you to handle to slowly wither away. A long moment somehow stretched out in this otherwise calm, ordinary night in the small city of Jackson. The lights illuminating the main streets dim behind the window of Joel's bedroom when you finally feel like no tears remain behind your eyes anymore. With a loud sniffle, you snuggle your face into his chest, still curled up into a ball but now, attempting some deep breaths to calm yourself down. The pounding of your heart slowly softens deep within your chest.

Joel rubs his fingers against your arm slowly, gently moving his hand up and down against your skin. Your body so exhausted now, finding comfort within the gentle touch of this, some people would say, violent man's hands.

No words are spoken as you reach up, wrapping your arms loosely around the back of his neck. Another quiet sniffle as you pull yourself up on his chest slightly. With your face hidden in the crook of his neck, hidden from the world, finally provided with the comfort you've longed for weeks now, you let out a deep sigh. Joel feels your body relax in his arms, feels the tension fleeing from your limbs, your chest, and lungs as you slack on top of his body.

Holding onto you, he adjusts his position slightly, his hands gently rubbing over the back of your neck and down your shoulders.

Shifting gently with the movements of his chest, you feel your eyelids growing heavier. Your body, your insides, your brain are all exhausted from the loss of control over yourself. Tilting your head up slightly, you glance up at Joel. There's a second when you both stare into each other's eyes before he looks away, leaning down as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Get some rest.”

He mumbles, the sound of the words rumbling in his chest. And with those words, hidden in his arms, with his heart beating gently against yours, for the first time in weeks you feel at peace, you feel safe, you feel at home.

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The other Bronze – Pt.7.1

Okay guys... since I'm having just too much fun writing the Beach day, here are about 7k of Beach and we're not done that's why I decided to split Pt.7 into two chapters😉

I hope you have fun with this part - the next one will be coming in a couple of days ❤️❤️

Lucy parked her beloved holy Cupra in a parking deck near the Beach to one have the car away from the sun so it won't heat up so much and two give you some more time to “prepare”. As she killed the engine she turns over to look at you

“Firstly... I'm proud of you for not destroying my Car by pushing any buttons” she grinned and you rolled your eyes playfully “and secondly... it's about a five minute walk to the Beach... it COULD happen that I get recognized by fans... if so, please don't start trouble – most of them are REALLY nice and also really respectful... but you know yourself from previous encounters there are some that are rude...” she said insistently.

“Lucy... it's not the first time I'm out and about with you...” you rolled your eyes annoyed

“You once kicked a man in the knee” your sister raised her eyebrow at you

“He was inappropriate, extremely rude, loud, demanding AND intoxicated...” you defended yourself remembering this encounter

“You were 10” your sister reminded you

“Mills and Jill bought me the biggest ice cream as a reward” you grinned happily at this particular memory

“They always rewarded you for shitty behaviour... he could have hit you... he was fairly drunk” Lucy said rolling her eyes again “but we're not talking about the past... we're talking now... please don't start trouble IF we encounter fans...”

“As long as they're cool, I'm cool” you shrugged your shoulders. Just because Lucy was the older one it didn't mean you couldn't be just as protective of her as she is of you

“I'm able too handle it, okay...” she said insistently again “... I'm not even sure if we run in to them anyway”

“Yeah okay... I TRY to behave” you huffed and opened the door “I take ice cream as payment”

“You can shove that ice cream up your...” your sister started as you smirked at her

“Kinky”

“Stop it” Lucy groaned as she took your bags and locked her car “Stanway turned you into a monster... definitely going to “talk” to her about that”

“If you hurt her I'll leak baby videos of you” you threaten her light hearted

“I know you would” your sister grinned as she laid her arm around your shoulder pulling you into her side and press a soft kiss to your temple “I really missed you Bubs”

“You're too young – never thought I'm going to say THAT but here we are – for Menopause.. what's with the hormonal stuff” you looked at her pulling a face never being one for affection in public

“Just enjoy it, Devils Spawn” Lucy mocked “and remember you can ALWAYS come to me for anything... advice, talking, venting, even if you just need a shoulder to cry on... I'm here Bubs”

“I know” you whispered softly

“Okay... than lets go... as soon as we're close to the Beach you need to stumble a lot... you did that... and you had this loopy grin... uh... and you only called Keira by her name... everyone else had nicknames... Alexia was “pretty spaniard”, Atiana was “flawless spaniard” and Mapí was “colorbook spaniard”...” your sister listed off

“I left out Ona?” you looked confused

“Oh no... she was just “spaniard”... you have another hour to find a new name for her.. and you basically got everyone to scramble around for you... just... hold back with Tana... she is shy anyway and you calling her flawless probably made her a little uncomfortable” Lucy shrugged her shoulders before asking you to told back on the flirty comments towards her teammate

“No flawless spaniard... got it” you nodded seriously – today was for funnies’ anyway

“Good... they won't take you serious if you do it right anyway, so... flirt away if you can justify yourself to your girlfriend if there are clips leaked” your sister grinned evilly

“You are honestly one big bitch” you said bewildered at her implication while she just started laughing pulling you along

Of course Lucy got recognized by some fans on your way to the Beach and she patiently signed and took pictures with all of them while you waited near by. You noticed a small girl – maybe four or five – who looked longingly at your sister. You slowly shuffled towards the girl not to startle her you crouched down next to her

“Hi” you said smiling friendly as the girl just looked at you afraid “What's your name, wee one?”

The girl just keeps staring at you but at least she didn't run or scream so you took that as a win – that's until you remember that you are in Spain where small girls probably don't speak english. You didn't speak spanish.

“Y/N” you tried it the old fashion way pointing at yourself before pointing at her looking at her expectantly smiling

“Bella” she said in a tiny whisper and you smiled wider as she answered you

“Hola Bella” you know opted to sit down next to her on the sidewalk as your sister was still occupied with signing stuff. You decided to “talk” to the girl pulling out your phone for a translation app since your spanish was more than broken – or more non existent.

“Cómo estás” the robotic voice of the App suddenly spoke and you smiled at the girl

“Buena gracias” she answered shyly which you actually understood

“¿Qué estás haciendo aquí solo?” the unpersonal voice said again after you quickly tipped in your question

“Esperanto a Lucia” Bella answered and you tried your best to type in what she said and finally concluded that she said she was waiting for Lucia

“¿Es Lucía tu... hermana? ¿mamá? Tía?” you really became a fan of that App after asking the young girl if Lucia was a relative and she seems to understand what you mean.

“No... Lucía Bronze... ella estás justo ahí” the little girl shook her head and pointed towards your sister.

“oh... OH... Lucy” you said understanding suddenly before typing quickly in your app again “¿quieres conocerla?”

Bellas eyes grow big for a minute before she started to fidget with her fingers looking down ashamed “no tengo un bolígrafo” she said quietly

“Okay... now I need your help, kiddo” you mumbled before holding out your phone to the little girl signalling her to write down what she just said. After a minute she seems to understand and started typing. You waited patiently until she handed your phone back looking at the screen looking up at her surprised

“What you need a pen for?” you said more to yourself than her typing out the question already

You communicated like this for a while and you learned that Bella was actually Isabella she was 5 years and 3 month old, she lived with a lot of children and Signora Viola in a big house, they currently are on an adventure – you looked around and saw a playground near by so you put together that the girl bolted once she saw Lucy and she was a BIG Fan of the Barcelona Femeni. You asked her again if she wanted to go over where you could see your sister wrapping things up and again the little girl got all shy. You told her that there was nothing to be shy about and that “Lucia” was just a normal person like her and you. Isabella shook her head furiously looking at you shocked comparing Lucy to “normal” people. You laughed wholeheartly before holding out your hand offering it to the small girl. After a second she took your hand and you slowly walked over to where a few fans were still standing around your sister waiting patiently.

“Oi Bronze” you yelled from a few feet away grinning widely as all heads turned to you your sister not even bothering to look up where she was signing a picture of – herself

“I said.. OI BRONZE!” you yelled louder as you came closer the little girl half hiding behind your legs

“I don't react to rude fans” your sister said calmly ignoring your presence before smiling for another picture “I thought we talked about it”

“Good thing then that I'm firstly NOT a fan and secondly I have found the most precious fan you'll ever meet” you grinned at your sister carefully pushing the small girl in front of you

“Where is her mother? Please don't tell me you kidnapped a kid” Lucy looked at you pleadingly

“Just... sign something for her it'll make her day... she doesn't have a sharpie tho...” you said and your voice told you're sister that you'll talk later. She trusted you so far that you didn't kidnap a little girl and crouched down to smile friendly at her.

“Hola soy Lucy y tu quien eres?”

“Isabella” the little girl answered shyly and pressed herself against you

“Hola Isabella, ese es un hermoso nombre.” Lucy smiled at the little girl

“Muchas gracias” Isabella mumbled “Mi mamá me lo dios antes de convertirse en ángel”

“Fuck” Lucy mumbled as it dawned on her and she looked at you “She doesn't have a mom?”

“From what I got through the app she's an orphan... and she's a big fan... so.. make her day” you gritted the last part through your teeth smiling down at the girl reassuringly

“Tu mamá eligió el nombre correcto: un hermoso nombre para una hermosa niña” your sister smiled warmly at Isabella “Qué puedo hacer por ti, Conejita?”

“no tengo papel ni lapiz” the girl sounded sad suddenly which made you perk up

“I told you to make her day not to make her sad” you looked at Lucy confused

“She said she doesn't have pen and paper so I think she would like to have an autograph but has nothing where I could write it on” your sister explained looking at you annoyed but her voice didn't show it because she didn't want to give a false impression to the kid

“Can you occupy her for hot minute?” you looked at your sister and she immediately knew you had an idea

“Sure... in comparison to you I speak spanish” she smirking at you

“In comparison to you I look good” you said before pushing Isabella towards your sister smiling at her encouraging

When you were sure the girl was happy enough talking now more freely with Lucy you searched your sisters back for her wallet before grinning brightly as you found it, took some money (a lot to be honest – but hey... she gets a good salary) and went back the way you came from the parking deck. Unknowns to your sister you immediately spotted a Jersey Shop when you exited the parking space and that's where you went. You quickly found the shop again, looking at kid jerseys as a blonde salesgirl walked over to you smiling

“Stalker much?” she asked and you immediately noticed the voice turning quickly on your heels

“Caro?” you asked confused but broke into a smile quickly as you recognized your new friend

“I see you're still alive so your sister didn't kill you?” she smiled

“She was THIS close.. but no.. she didn't kill me – but she overdosed my pain meds and let me made a fool out of myself in front of the whole team” you rolled your eyes

This made the german girl burst out laughing knowing immediately which team you were talking about

“You didn't call me.. or texted...” you said faking sounding hurt

“Yeah... funny story... I paid the Uber with your 20 – forgetting what was on the back of that bill” she said embarrassed

“Are you serious?” you looked at her stunned

“Yeah... sorry” she grinned apologetic

This time it was you bursting out laughing “That is such a Me move”

“You know I'd love to chat more but my store manager is already looking over... so... what can I help you with?” Caro put on a fake smile feeling the eyes of her boss on her

“I need a Jersey... for a five year old... Bronze on the back... and a sharpie if you sell those too” you said quickly as you didn't want to get her into trouble

“Anything you want to tell me?” the blonde grinned at you as she skilfully grabbed a plain Jersey

“Just met a girl... from what I got she's an orphan... she's a fan” you said as she pushed the small jersey into your hand and led you over to the printing station

“With the number?” Caro asked not wanting to push the subject

“Yeah... go all out... my sister is paying” you grinned thankful for the topic change as you held up a bundle of bills

About you 15 minutes later you left the store grinning a small bag in your hand and your sister about 150€ lighter (110 for the jersey and 40€ tip for the staff) but in your bag was a brand new kids Jersey with your sisters name on the back of it. You were still smiling as you rounded the last corner spotting your sister immediately sitting in the shade next to Isabella with an ice cream in her hand. You stopped for a second to take in the scene before quickly taking out your phone snapping a picture before yelling over to them

“OI BRONZE... can I have an autograph?” you grinned as her head snapped up at your voice

“Everything for my biggest fan” she smirked back at you as you walked over to them snatching Lucys ice out of her hand before tossing the bag in her lap

“Sign that and make that girls day” you said as you licked the ice cream “For good heavens... what's that?” you pulled a face making Isabella giggle

“Liquorice and Lavender” your sister answers distracted as she looked into the bag “You bought a Jersey?”

“What is wrong with you??? Are your taste buds this fucked? You have disgusting taste... and yes... I... you... you bought a jersey... a kids one... UWCL version... did you know the jerseys here are freakingish expensive?” you gagged trying to get the taste of the ice cream out of your mouth as Lucy told you you just had a lick of Liquorice ice cream

“I bought a jersey?” Lucy asked you confused as she pulled said item out of the bag

“Yep.. took your money... it's your jersey, so your money” you shrugged your shoulders taking a glance at the small girl who sat beside you silently watching your interaction but became big eyes when she saw the jersey.

“We'll talk about that later” Lucy shot you a glare before signing the Jersey and holding it out to Isabella telling her something in spanish. The small girl first smiled so widely she could have lit up a whole dark alley in seconds. Then she seems to remember something as she retreated a little bit getting a sad look on her face mumbling some spanish words. Lucy frowned at that and for you it looks like she tried to reassure the girl to take the jersey. Suddenly you noticed a woman coming running out of the playground area looking franticly around.

“Luce... I think that's this Viola woman” you nodded towards the woman with your head “I think precious Bella here bolted without telling someone”

It was in the same second as the woman spotted the little girl coming running over quickly rattling spanish words a million miles an hour – which caused you to just look at her bewildered and Lucy at least tried to keep up. Isabella looked down her hands behind her back. You gathered it was a spanish scolding which sounded even worse than all the scolding you received (are still receiving) from your sister.

“What is she saying?” you mumbled leaning slightly towards Lucy not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of that womans rant

“I have no clue” your sister whispered back

“Didn't you tell me you speak spanish?” you teased Lucy under your breath

“If she would speak spanish I would probably understand enough to string together what she's saying... but that's catalan” Lucy answered and you nodded understandingly

The womans head snapped in your direction making you shuffle carefully behind Lucy as the womans look could kill a dead guy. She took a few deep breaths before starting to talk to your sister who looked lost.

“Tell her you speak bad spanish – but not catalan” you nudged her from behind making her pushing back against you roughly but followed your idea talking to the woman in spanish. She seems to understand what Lucy tried to tell her immediately slowing down on the words pronouncing them more clear. The two talked for about five minutes (which you stayed for safety reasons behind your sister – you would easily volunteer her as a tribute if you had to) before Lucy gave the woman the little jersey and it looked like she made her something promise as you made out the words “Isabella” and “Camp Nuo”. Both – the Viola woman as you named her and little Isabella – said their goodbyes before going back towards the playground.

“Soooo... what was that about” you asked after you made sure the woman was gone

“Isabella really bolted – apparently she does this quiet often... and you were right... she's an orphan, lost both her parents about a year ago due to a car accident” Lucy said sadly “This was the housemother... she told me that Isabella is a good kid – very smart... introvert... reads a lot.. and sadly gets picked on a bunch because she's not as outgoing...”

“Luce... you told me once not as long as you play professional” you said your voice low and your sister knew immediately what you meant

“It's just not fair... I was painfully shy when I was younger and she deserves someone to stand up for her and tell her it's okay” your sister replied and you noticed it really bothered her

“I know Lucy... but.... you know yourself” you tried to bring your point across

“Yeah I know...” your sister huffed defeated

“I mean... mom would lose her shit if you come home for Christmas with a little girl calling her “Grandma”... I actually dig it...” you grinned trying lift your sisters mood

“She would definitely go hard on the egg-nog” Lucy mused but you saw a small smile tugging on her lips

“So... when are you going to see Isabella again?” you ask knowingly

“I've invited them to the next game... Viola said she needs to speak to some other people about it and yeah... I hope they can make it happen” your sister shrugged her shoulders

“Will you tell Ona... sorry... will you tell the spaniard about this incident? I really need to get into the headspace of being high” you asked mumbling the last part to yourself

“Maybe... when we have a quiet, uninterrupted moment” Lucy looked at you pointingly

“I slept till nearly lunchtime...” you defended yourself

“And I didn't met Isabella until 30 minutes ago you space cadet” your sister looks at you stunned by your not-logic

“Oh yeah... didn't think of that... uh... ice cream” you started before you got distracted by a small ice cream shop

“You really rock this pretending to be high scenario” Lucy looked at you proudly

“Thank you” you grinned “now... ice cream and then beach?”

“Course” your sister laughed as she pulled a five Euro bill out of her wallet “you really took my money???”

“It's not like I'm working” you shrugged your shoulders turning to the ice cream guy pointing to the two flavours you wanted – Espresso dark chocolate and Speculoos. Your sister paid for your ice cream grumbling under her breath but smiled as she saw how happy you looked with your ice cream cone.

“Bubs... beach rules apply for Barcelona beaches as well, do you hear me” Lucy looked at you intensely

“Awww man come on....” you whined licking away on your ice cream

“No... you don't go into the water without telling either Alexia, Keira, Ona or me... I would say Ingrid too but you haven't met her officially” your sister said stern

“It's the black haired Norwegian... girlfriend of the colorbook spaniard” you grinned being proud of yourself

“How many words did you spoke with Ingrid?” your sister raised her eyebrow as she led you towards Mar Bella Beach

“Ehrm... none?” you wrecked your brain for a second

“Exactly” Lucy grinned “By the way....” she pulled out her phone “... your hour starts... now”

Immediately your whole body language changed sinking against Lucy for support gripping your cone a little tighter starting to stumble along

“Why now?” you whispered

“Because in about 2 meters we're in eyesight...” Lucy whispered back holding onto your side tightly as you rounded the last corner

Just as your sister said you spotted the Barca femeni team immediately. Some of them were playing beach volleyball while others opted for relaxing in the hot sun and you instantly made out Keira. Which wasn’t hard – the only white white person in between a bunch of lovely tanned girls and she sat under an umbrella to not sit directly in the sun. So typical english.

“Keira is so english it's embarrassing” you mumbled making your sister burst out laughing “What... even YOU have a tan”

“Without tan-lines” Lucy smirked evilly

You really wanted to gag and whine but it would have blown your cover before your prank even began

“I hate you” you growled under your breath before getting interrupted by a VERY upset spanish voice

“Really Lucia... again??” Alexia exclaimed shocked and angry

“NOT my fault this time... she overdosed herself” Lucy held both her hands up in surrender letting go of you which made you “stumble” in the sand

“holasita pretty spaniard” you grinned trying to look as loopy as possible

“Ay dios mio...” Alexia mumbled as she pinched the bridge of her nose

“You look so pretty” you “slurred” and your sister gave you a secret thumbs up

“You told me before, Cariño” the Captain huffed “But thank you”

Right this moment you heard a “cuidadosa!!” and the volleyball hit you on the side of your head making you drop your ice cream cone

“María Leon!!!” Alexia yelled turning around in anger “I TOLD you not in this direction!”

“My ice cream” you whined looking down where your ice cream hit the sand

“I'll get you new ice Bubs” Lucy jumped in deciding to play along a little bit

“Oh no you won't” the blonde (pretty) spaniard interrupted your sister “María will buy ice cream... for EVERYONE”

“Que???!!!” Mapí exclaimed while you squealed happily

“I want that one” you pointed at your melting ice cream in the sand – you really liked playing the drugged one it seems to get you free stuff.

“Bubs... you need to choose something new... the place here doesn't have Speculoos... but the strawberry is really good” Lucy found fun in your little play too “supporting” you – even if it means she would lose 50€

“But I want Spec... Specs... Loos... Specloosers” you pouted mispronouncing the word on purpose

“I know... but look... you can have strawberry now and Speculoos later okay?” Lucy tried to “negotiate”

“What have you done to her?” suddenly a very arrogated Ona stood next to the two of you with Alexia still “discussing” with Mapí about how stupid actions have stupid consequences

“I did nothing... you told her where her painkillers were” Lucy defended herself again and this time you helped her out

“Thank you friendly spaniard – you're a good friend” you smiled all teeth at Ona

“You two can't be left alone for a few hours without causing trouble??” the small woman said bewildered and you heard Keira snickering behind you “Welcome to their World, Ona.. you will have A LOT of situations like these”

“Kei” you happily exclaimed turning quickly

“Hey Bitsy... come here a second, will you... your sister has to talk to the friendly spaniard for a moment in peace” your fellow englishwoman smiled inviting and you took her up on it and stumbled over to her.

“Hey Kei” you smiled “loopy” as you plopped down beside her on a towel

“For how long do I have to pretend to not notice that you definitely not high?” she asked you smirking after she studied you for a second

“What... How... Why??” you stared at her shocked

“Bitsy please... cut me some slack... I told you before... I was always able to tell.. what did Lucy promised you if you could pull this off?” Keira grinned speaking in a low voice not wanting to out you since you seemed to have fun

“50 bucks if I could pull it off for an hour without you noticing” you huffed sadly

“It took me one look if it makes you feel better” the english grinned “but I'll play along because it's actually fun seeing what you can come up with”

“Thanks Kei...” you smiled slightly before looking up “which of them did I call flawless?”

This time it was Keira bursting out laughing as she pointed at Aitana who was relaxing in the sun wearing an orange bikini, big sunglasses and a big white hat.

“At least I got that right” you looked impressed

“Do I have to remind you already that you have a girlfriend?” Keira smirked

“Doesn't mean I can't appreciate beauty if I see...” you started before you stopped abruptly your mouth dropping wide open as you see another woman approaching “Fuck me sideways... WHO's that... she's gorgeous”

“Huh??” Keira looked at you surprised before turning around looking who literally made you speechless

“Really Bitsy? Are you really drooling over Jenni?” she asked you with a raised brow turning back to you

“Gonna name her sexy spaniard” you grinned texting Georgia immediately who you kept in the loop all the time

“You have a girlfriend” Keira stressed

“And she just said either sexy or damn girl spaniard...” you grinned showing Keira the text from your girlfriend

“You two are really made for each other” the englishwoman groaned starting to massage her temples knowing she will have a lot to put up with in the future

“Don't worry Kei... you're going to be the one giving me away when we get married” you grinned

“Your sister won't let me do that” the blonde grinned

“She won't be able to walk because she fucked up her knee even more and I'm not walking next to her hobbling self” you waved off

Keira laughed and hugged you into her side smiling as Lucy came over having finished her talk with Ona about how this time it wasn't her fault that you were “high”

“Hey Bubs... you behaving for Kei?” she asked you smiling

“She's very good” Keira confirmed not showing that she knew you were in fact very much not high or overdosed

“Good... wanna join me and Ona over there?” Lucy pointed over to where Ona just laid down on her towel

“Nope” you answered popping the “p” “... not getting involved in your lovey-dovey shit”

“You're unbelievable you know that?” your sister exclaimed rolling her eyes “I have a very high self-control so not everything is about... THAT”

“You can't even say sex around me... what will you do when you find out that I have sex?” you asked the fact that you could pretend to not know what you're talking about helped you immense to rile your sister up

“Don't remind me” Lucy mumbled shivering

“Our Kid is growing up, Luce... let her be” Keira laughed swatting her exes shoulder playfully

“It must be your influence... if it would my influence she'd die a virgin” Lucy grinned back

“It's young love...” the blonde englishwoman rolled her eyes but smiling “... should I remind you how we were...”

“Please don't” you interrupted quickly “I already got scarred for life by her”

“Keira, Lucy.. you remember Jenni, sí?” Alexia interrupted your little banter appearing out of nowhere right next to Lucy

“Sí... hola Jenni... Cómo estás?” your sister smiled friendly laying her arm around your shoulders pulling you into her side away from Keira

“Estoy bien, muchas gracias...” Jenni smiled back pushing her sunglasses into her hair

“Pretty spaniard” you whisper yelled waving over excited trying to get Alexias attention which made Jenni looking at you confused raising an eyebrow at your antics

“Sí y/n?” Alexia looked at you grabbing your good hand to stop your waving

“Who's the sexy spaniard?” you ask “whispering” nodding her head excessively towards Jenni

Alexia closed her eyes breathing deeply her hand shooting up to her forehead starting to massage it as Jenni made a surprised noise

“Who?” the dark haired spaniard asked confused and surprised

You stayed in “character” making a little squeaky noise trying to “hide” behind Lucy

“Overdose on pain meds” your sister grinned widely before pointing towards Alexia “this is pretty spaniard... Aitana over there is flawless spaniard, Mapí is colorbook spaniard and YOU apparently are... what is Jenni Bubs?”

“Very sexy” you mumbled from behind Lucy

“Very sexy spaniard... welcome to the gang” your sister laughed as Jenni continued to look confused as hell

“I... can't follow” Jenni said her spanish accent thick as she spoke english

“Dear Mary mother of god” you half moaned “she sounds very sexy too... keep talking” you peaked over your sisters shoulder looking at Jenni expectantly

“Stop drooling... you are in a relationship” your sister said as she turned her head looking at you

“I'm so sorry Jen... don't take her seriously... she's... she's a walking disaster but really lovely at the same time – she's Lucias little sister” Alexia explained “you can always ignore her”

Jenni slowly nodded her brows still raised. You peaked out behind your sister again trying your best to look as loopy as possible. You took a step around Lucy just for Alexia to push herself between you and Jenni

“Y/n no... sit with Keira in the shade and...” she tried to keep you away from Jenni as you happily interrupted her

“Colorbook spaniard!!!” you yelled across to Mapí and waved

“Baby Bronze!!!” Mapí yelled back and also waved happily “You're high again”

You stumbled around Alexia and Jenni towards Mapí and NEARLY got to her as you were hauled back as someone grabbed you around your waist

“No Bebita... we don't interact with Mapí right now” Ona said softly

“But she...” you started to pout but Ona ignored you successfully

“No no... no buts... come on.. back to your sister you go” the blonde spaniard said firmly

“You're mean” you pouted towards your sisters girlfriend

“And you're high... so nothing new on both sides” Ona replied dry as she pushed you forward her arms still secured around your waist while you started to wriggle around trying to get rid of Ona

“No Bebita” the blonde spaniard said sternly before looking towards Lucy who had an amused smile on her face “Help please?”

Your sister grinned as she made her way over and got in front of you “Behave Devil Spawn – or I'll make sure you'll behave”

“But the colorbook spaniard wants to play... she needs super...spicion” you lulled mixing up words

“Mapí can play with Pina and Patri... you can play with Keira in the shade” your sister said winking at you before pulling you away from Ona “Thanks for catching her in time Babe”

“No problem... I don't want to think about what these two would do” the blonde smiled slightly

“I'll let you drive my Cupra in the Camp Nuo parking lot if you get Jennis number in your “current state”...” Lucy lead you over to Keira whispering in your ear as she did so

“You serious?” you whispered back surprised

“Dead serious... because I REALLY want to witness that” Lucy chuckled under her breath

“Deal” you grinned and stumbled in her arms for good measure.

“Hey Kei... can you keep an eye on dopey here?” your sister said as she basically dropped you next to Keira

“What's in it for me?” the englishwoman smirked raising her brow behind her sunglasses

“What do you want?” Lucy asked as you already trying to bolt toward Mapí once again just for Keira to grab your shorts pulling you back down without even looking at you

“Nandos... for the next year... every time I'M home...” Keira smirked

“Okay... Deal...” your sister agreed quickly

“That's all I'm worth... Nandos? You could have had anything and you chose Nandos?” you exclaimed outraged

“Your sister has nothing I would want... so Nandos it is... and now be quiet I want to relax and enjoy my day off” Keira said as a matter of fact as your sister left grinning to herself

“I can go to the colorbook spaniard” you said happily knowing Alexia was watching you with hawkeyes and you have to remain “high”

“No” Keira said offhandly and closed her eyes “and don't even try it... firstly I will notice and secondly Alexia will notice too”

You huffed pouting glancing over to the blonde spaniard who was in a conversation with Jenni but you could tell she was having an eye on you

“What's the deal with them two” you asked quietly

“Huh?” Keira asked lifting her head to see what you were talking about “Alexia and Jenni? They had an... agreement for a bit...”

“Stress relieve agreement?” you questioned

“Yes... Alexia then met Olga” your other sister said as she laid back down closing her eyes again

“If I go to Alexia... will you stop me?” you asked already forming a plan in your head to get Jenni Hermosos number

“Oh god... what do you plan now?” Keira groaned knowing the small change in your voice

“Lucy upped the stakes” you grinned

“You will NOT hit on Alexia... I don't care what Lucy promised you, you will not embarrass you and in hindsight me since I'm responsible for you” the englishwoman said firmly

“No no no... no hitting on the scary woman... who's not so scary once you get to know her” you said quickly shutting down any concerns Keira might have

“Okay... if you go STRAIGHT to Alexia okay... I know you're not really high but I also know you AND Mapí... the two of you mean trouble” Keira pointed her finger threating at you

“I promise... and you know I keep my promises with you” you nodded your head

“Before you go... where's your sister?” the blonde asked

“Currently at the booth over there with Ona... drinking something red-ish...” you said after you spotted your sister

“You coming home with me tonight” Keira mused a smirk playing around her lips

“I am?” you asked confused

“Yes... pretty sure she's drinking Sangria... so you don't WANT to be home tonight” the englishwoman grinned as you pulled a disgusted face

“Seriously??? How do you know that??” you dry heaved

“I dated your sister for years... I KNOW what wine does to her” Keira laughed heartily as you threw out an “EW”

“Yep.... I'll definitely sleep at yours tonight” you said flatly looking over to your sister again shivering as you were “blessed” with the sight of your sisters hand on Onas ass while she drank her Sangria and laughed at something one of her teammates said (you haven't met that one now)

“Who's no.3 over there?” you asked Keira interrupting her relaxing once again

“Cata... Cata Coll... our Keeper” she answered after looking up from her position again

“Didn't she receive a yellow last game... how can a keeper get a yellow?” you remembered

“She went all Karate Kid on a player outside of her box” Keira answered patiently all your questions enjoying the interest you're showing.

You haven't showed that much interest since your last injury which she understood but it also hurted not only Keira but Lucy as well when you pulled away from them and everything that involved football. So when you started to show interest now Keira grabbed the opportunity to pull you back into it and if it was just a little bit.

“Catara Kid?” you grinned

“Basically... I'll make sure the kiddies pick up on that name” Keira laughed “I don't know what you have planned but if you want to strike you should do it now... because if you interrupt Alexia once she's relaxing you're in for it...” the blonde grinned and pointed towards Alexia who was about to sit down on her towel

“See you in a bit Kei” you quickly stood up before “stumbling” away while Keira just shook her head smiling

You knew Alexia was watching you since she twitched every time you “stumbled” ready to jump up and catch you (or pick you up). You smiled and congratulated yourself internally for doing such a good job. You came to a stuttering halt in front of her staring down on her.

“What can I do for you, Cariño?” Alexia asked carefully as you swayed slightly in the sand

“You are reeeeeaaaally pretty” you said starring down at Alexia who rolled her eyes but smiled anyways

“You came all the way over here to tell me? That's very nice of you, pequeña” the blonde spaniard smiled friendly not even trying to argue with you

“No... I want to ask you something” you mumbled looking around

“Oh... okay” Alexia looked a little taken aback “What's your question, Cariño?”

“Where is the sexy spaniard... I want to ask her something” you grinned loopy

“You want to ask Jenni something? And what would that be?” the blonde raised an eyebrow expectantly

“It's not your business that I want to ask her how she's so sexy” you “spilled” part of your plan – which you did on purpose

“Ah... okay... you just need to turn around and ask her” Alexia grinned having seen Jenni standing behind you

You turned quickly losing your balance and stumbled backwards right over Alexia and fell into the sand with a squeak. Jenni chuckled lowly as she delicately stepped over a swearing Alexia crouching down next to you

“You okay, little Bronze?” she asked smiling as you let your head fall back with a groan

“Peachy” you groaned out kind of embarrassed but since you were smart you turned the situation into your favour “I hate sand... is everywhere” you mumbled

“Yeah... sand tends to do that if you fall into it” the black haired spaniard chuckled

“Is your fault... sneaking up on me's not nice” you slurred

“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you” Jenni smiled

“You not scary... Lexia is scary... she yelled at me you know” you mumbled as you brushed some sand of your arms

“Did she now? That's not very nice Alexia” the dark haired grinned at the blonde

“Explain to her WHY I yelled.. and I didn't even yell at you – I yelled at María” the blonde answered rolling her eyes

“I know spanish, you know... wait...” you said acting like you have to remember it

“Don't hurt your head, Cariño... you promised to never say it again” Alexia quickly interrupted your thoughts as you yell out a victorious “HA” and turning to Jenni

“Cállate la Boca, matildo hijo de puta! That's it... that was what I learned” you smiled widely at the shocked face of the dark haired one

“Dios Mio...” the blonde groaned “You can't remember your own name but THAT you remember”

“Mapí taught you that?” Jenni asked still working through her shock

“Yes ma'am” you grinned proudly

“I can see why Alexia yelled at you... that's something very bad to say” Jenni said firmly “Don't say it again”

“Say what again?” you said acting like you already forgot what you said just a minute before

“The spanish phrase you just said” the dark haired answered confused

“Give up, Jen... she won't remember anyway... it's easier to play along... she tells me every time she sees me that I'm pretty” Alexia chuckled shrugging her shoulders

“You are pretty” you said coming closer to Alexias face “so pretty”

“See what I mean...” the blonde directed to her fellow spanish national teammate “... thank you, Cariño... it's always nice to get a compliment”

“Okay wow... WHAT did they give her” Jenni laughed loudly

“Ask Ona... she apparently got her the good stuff for a sprained wrist... where is your splint by the way Cariño?” the blonde answered Jennis question before noticing your missing splint

“Was uncomfortable... left it home” you mumbled shyly

“It doesn't help your recovery if you don't listen to the doctors Cariño” Alexia sighed

“Look who's talking” Jenni mumbled under her breath

“But it hurts... not a nice splint” you pouted sadly

“I know Cariño... but it helps you getting better faster” the blonde said sympathetically

“You know...” you started before throwing in a theatrical pause “... you are so pretty”

“Ugh...” Alexia huffed out at your short attention span as Jenni laughed again

“This is amazing...” the dark haired laughed

“You are very sexy” you smiled loopy

“Thank you little Bronze...” Jenni laughed “... but I think it's time for getting rid of the sand, hm?”

“Ugh...” now it was your time to huff “... I hate the sand... gets everywhere”

“I know... come on... I'll help you wash it off since you would probably drown in the shower” the dark haired laughed

“You sure? I can too” Alexia looked at the two of you sceptical

“It's okay... It's my fault she fell...” Jenni nodded smiling

“Yeah... it's her fault” you threw in for good measure

“Off you go then... don't leave her out of your sight for a second... she'll be gone, trust me” the blonde warned before making a shoo-motion with her hand

Jenni pulled you up into a standing position and you swayed around a little bit

“Huuuiii” you smiled as you swayed

“And you probably need some water too.... I'm pretty sure your circulation is low...” the dark haired spaniard smiled friendly as she grabbed your hip securely

You leaned against her letting her lead the way towards the public showers passing your sister on the way you held onto Jennis waist hearing Lucy choke on her Sangria as she realized who just passed her. You grinned to yourself knowing exactly how it must look to anyone as you held your other hand up behind your back flipping your sister off.

#woso image #keira walsh x reader #lucy bronze x reader #barca femeni #ona batlle x reader #lucy bronze #jenni hermoso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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