#rini one shots

[meidui]

ta-da, my fills for the @stevetonyisendgame prompt fest in the year of our endgame 2023!! 🎉 thanks to jen@ishipallthings and rini@thahiree for being the best co-mods there ever were and everyone who participated in the exchange and the prompt fest this year, it has been so much fun 😽

soft strange ways (1k, G)

Steve and Tony are only gone for five seconds, but when they reappear on the quantum portal in a swirling pinprick of light, their hair is a bit longer, their clothes are rumpled, they’re gripping onto each other’s hands so hard their knuckles are white, and both of them, for the first time in as long as anyone has known them, look like they might be truly, wholly, blindingly happy.

trapped between two lungs (2k, T)

Tony tears open his front door and stumbling towards him is the same face he still dreams about. He isn’t even wearing a jacket in this freezing cold and there’s blood dripping from somewhere on his body into the snow, and Tony can’t think. All their complicated history disappears somewhere and all he sees is Steve, hurt and afraid.

best laid plans (1.3k, E)

Nomad looks a lot like somebody Tony used to know, and if Tony were anything less than piss drunk, he would have known way before Tony even left Nomad’s mouth. He would have known as soon as those lips fell open and those shoulders tensed because the man in front of him might be able to fool everybody else with that mask tied around his eyes, but not Tony.

He’s drunk, though. He doesn’t know.

tough it out (2k, not rated)

“I don’t—” Then Tony remembers exactly where they are, and Steve’s expression shifts into one of dreadful realisation at the same time. “You’re gonna have to kneel on it, Steve. She thinks you’re my—”

“Kneel on it?”

“Hey, hey, don’t think of it as kneeling for me, right? Think of it as Captain Stevens kneeling for Doctor Potts so Steve Rogers and Tony Stark have a shot at getting home alive.”

#endgame prompt fest #stony #stevetony #st♡ny #* #text

[homemade-ghosts]

Ricky and Gina feels like one of those storylines thats gonna happen regardless of the audience's awareness of it. Like a viewer doesn't have to ship or like them for their relationship to exsist on screen. It feels authentic. I don't know if i'm making sense? Do you agree?

Oh, absolutely. Tim has said that, while he respects how passionate the fans are, he doesn't let our opinions effect the show's writing process -- he has a plan and Rina has been part of it, in some capacity, since the day they shot the car scene for 105 and he saw what an incredible actress Sofia is + how much natural onscreen chemistry she has with Josh and vice versa. This is why it's always so funny to me when pws/rinis try to claim that Rina is fanservice because, aside from the numerous narrative choices the show has made that completely dismantle that argument, Tim was inspired to keep writing towards Rina long before the show even aired. There were literally no fans to be serviced yet.

pws/rinis/the causal audience can say that they've come out of nowhere, that they hate them, that they miss the s1 era, but that doesn't change anything. Their misguided complaints and complete misunderstanding of the narrative doesn't change the fact that the show has been building to Rina for a long time now. It doesn't change the fact that, for Ricky & Gina, it was never a matter of if, but when.

#i hope i got what you were trying to say & gave you the kind of answer you were looking for (if i misunderstood let me know!) #hsmtmts #hsmtmts s3 #rina #ricky x gina #asks #filmmakerdreamst

[arjengelly]

W.I.P ☠️

Kou, Perri, Ace & Rey

Kou’s power is sea bunny creation lol

She made a spaceship that looks like a sea bunny on the outside & has them all over the inside.

Her fav attack is shooting out explosive sea bunnies from her horror-scope/cosmic spyglass

She shot one at Rini’s face and had multiple of them damage Helios’s wings during a chase.

The girl has a goal in mind and no one is going to get in her way.

#sailor moon #kousagi tsukino #peruru #perle #fiore #sailor moon anshar #parallel moon #sailor moon another story #she ra #she ra and the princesses of power #spop #glimmer #bow #catra #adora #sea bunny #paradox moon

[innerclockwork]

Okay sorry one more thing - y’all know that none of this would be happening if Olivia wasn’t leaving the show.

What I liked about HSM and Camp Rock were that it was easy to understand who to root for. There may have been “villains” or antagonists, but there was never a point where I questioned if Gabriella and Troy were meant to be together, or that Shane and Mitchie would resolve their conflict.

That consistency is severely lacking with this season. In S1/S2, you knew that Rini as the central couple would be destined for each other. Even when they broke up, I’m sure most of us assumed they would get back together because there was truly NO ONE else who stood a chance.

Now season 3 feels like a cheap shot to let Ricky continue being the male leading love interest at the expense of other people.

#portwell

[daphnebowen]

hsmtmts season four episode six

Gina is just trying to get out of there but coach Bolton is distracting her - and then he says “technically Disney won’t let me spoil the movie but …” and then proceeds to spoil the whole movie! What!

“sweetie” Ricky is really rocking the whole grandpa thing huh

nobody told them about the show?!?! Terrible friends, they are.

I don’t understand how them missing one rehearsal leads to the whole show being cancelled as well as the whole drama department being cancelled??? Like hello??? You can’t take away theater, people. That doesn’t work like that. Or, it shouldn’t.

”I thought you broke up with him because you were so traumatized” help 💀

“we both needed lactaid pills” period

”wait so you’re single again??” YES MADDOX GET HER GIRL

aw miss Jenn called in mazzy!!

why does robotics get everything like how is that so different from theater?? They have lights and fancy robot props, like what??

IM GONNA CRY POOR EMMY all of her dreams have been crushed :(

“If you live your life in fear there’s gonna be a lot of stuff to be afraid of” YES KOURTNEY show us what you’ve got!!!! Kourtney is a new woman her therapist is really helping her (meanwhile Ricky: “then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

please be sentimental Ashlyn I’m begging you I need this rn

poor Kourtney she just doesn’t want to be a third wheel

And poor Ashlyn she just wants to step out from under ejs shadow

THIS IS SO WHOLESOME

Mr mazarra looks like he is about to explode - he really does look like the grimacing emoji 😬

poor miss Jenn is so naive 🥺

THE FACT THAT MAZZY WAS IN A BOY BAND IM CRYING and so is Benny ! He’s apologizing! Next he just needs to confess his love for her!

mr. Funky one I’m crying

spirit airlines is CRAZY (they suck btw)

”crying is encouraged” yes, I love crying, crying makes me feel so good about myself and let’s me release all of the negativity like a balloon, never feel ashamed to cry

AW CARLOS GAVE MISS JENN HER NAME

The fact that they bullied Carlos and now he’s friends with some of the most popular / coolest kids in school

how do you even draw a cow on a cappuccino??

the fact that basically everyone went behind Carlos’s back to help Seb get the sheet music so he could sing this song is so wholesome “you did what?” “Give him a chance, Carlos.” “That girl scares me.”

OMG I FORGOT NATALIE AND SEB DATED but it totally makes sense, I wonder when they broke up though. and he was on the wrestling team too! I didn’t know that either 😣

“I would leave anyone for you.” AWWWHHH SEBBIEEE

”no. No. No! You’re playing the song. He’s playing the BLEEP song, Carlos.” Yesss Ricky, do it!!

sebs look of astonishment and awe when Carlos starts singing with them

they sound so good together

the fact that they shot it so all the couples were in a screen together - miss Jenn and Mr mazarra, Ricky and Gina, Kourtney and jet, Maddox and Ashlyn, and Carlos and seb

SEASON ONE GINA!!!!! “I am impressed that she didn’t mention the time I set the school on fire though” wonder why Gina wasn’t the number one suspect for that season one theater fire…

“find something you like about this school and try not to kill it” words of encouragement from the principal 😒 BUT THATS RICKYYY and he’s not dead yet so she’s winning!

SEASON ONE RICKYYY

”love is lame, idiot. That’s why I avoid it.” Well, not anymore! 🤪🤪🤪

RINA CUEEEEE AHHHHHH

okay the fact that Tim and all the writers were able to link it all back together to show us that through it all, through rini and through portwell and through everything, Ricky and nini were meant to be. They influenced each other so strongly without even realizing it. This is why they work. Ricky has a vibe, and Gina has an instinct.

ALYSON REED GAVE MISS JENN HER ICONIC LINE TRUST THE PROCESS!!! And the idea for high school musical! And the idea for the power ballad! Aka wondering! OMG!!

I would genuinely be heartbroken if this were real life and I was in a show and it got cancelled.

mazzy: GIVE HER A MINUTE

Ricky is breaking my heart bro

AHHH OMG YESSS EMMYYYYY I literally still get chills whenever I listen to this song because Liamani sounds so freaking good

”I said it and now it cannot be unsaid” ain’t that the truth

coach Bolton and Mrs darbus really came to save the day!!! <3

so many questions for miss Jenn but it’s ok you’ll figure it out

Kourtney is just interrupting Ricky and Gina’s very important serious conversation like they need to get their priorities straight - and here Ricky goes like he did with nini and assuming things

”I wanted to make sure this was real before I said… something” AHHH WE KNOW WHAT IT IS

”I feel like I always go first” yes you do

okay but miss Jenn and Mike Bowen going behind Ricky’s back to apply to slc college for him is literally how ms darbus went behind troys back to apply for him for Juilliard lol

RICKY JUST CALLED MAZZY OUTTTT AHAHA

”okay..” he looks so scared

WHY DOES RICHARD HAVE A 1.8 GPA THATS EMBARRASSINGGGGG

”as long as she’s here my future is locked” AHHH RICKYYYYY HE SAID ITTTTT FORESHADOWING TO THE PORTER-BOWENS

#hsmtmts #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #high school musical the musical the series #kourtney greene #jet hsmtmts #emmy hsmtmts #all the other characters I don’t wanna type out ��

[cupidsbower]

Venom: Let There Be Chocolate! is now open for prompts

As promised, I am running a mid-year Venom fest in the lead up to World Chocolate Day, July 7 2022.

This is a Harlequin challenge

That is, you must riff on a blurb from a Harlequin (or similar) romance. You can interpret the blurb you've chosen any way you like, from a straight re-write of the story with Venom characters, through to the wildest thing you can think of. Set it in space. Set it in the past. Make them pirates. Make them space pirates! As long as it has Venom and/or Eddie Brock as a main character (but they don't have to be in the romantic scenario), you're good to go.

Any type of fanworks are welcome.

You can post your Harlequin (or similar) prompts:

On the AO3 community: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Venom_Let_There_Be_Chocolate_2022/profile

Or on the main V:LTBC post on the Sybrock Dreamwidth community: https://symbrock.dreamwidth.org/32076.html

Or you can use the tag Venom: Let There Be Chocolate here on Tumblr, and I’ll periodically check and add any prompts to Dreamwidth.

The timeline:

Saturday 21 May to Sunday 26 June - prompts can be posted to the AO3 V:LTBC community, or to the Symbrock Dreamwidth community, or using the Tumblr Venom: Let There Be Chocolate tag.

Wednesday 6 July - submissions are due.

Thursday 7 July - works in the AO3 collection are opened for viewing.

Thursday 14 July - creators are revealed and works can be crossposted anywhere else you like.  

Below the cut are a bunch of prompts to get things started. If you want to use one, you can post it over on AO3 and claim it.

Reclaiming the Prince's Heart

by Rebecca Winters

Luna can’t believe it. Her husband, Prince Rini—the same man who had been reported dead after an earthquake—is alive…and standing right in front of her! Yet his return isn’t the fairy-tale reunion that Luna always dreamed of. Why? Rini has amnesia and can’t remember Luna—or their marriage! Will their still-powerful connection be strong enough to bring back the memory of their once-perfect love…?

Prince Of Scandal - Annie West

Raul, Prince of Maritz, is furious that an archaic law is forcing him to wed. But scandal and unrest has dogged this prince for years, and a marriage to recently discovered princess Luisa Hardwicke will help bring stability to the monarchy.

Only, Luisa is an outspoken, mud-splattered farm girl, who isn’t going to come quietly! Even as she’s reluctantly transformed into polished perfection, Luisa challenges Raul at every turn — and he finds himself anticipating their wedding night with an excitement he never imagined he’d feel...

Texas Glory

Lorraine Heath

She was given to a stranger...

Cordelia McQueen was a virtual prisoner in her father's house. Until everything changed when she was shamelessly traded in a battle for land and water rights, and thrust into an unfamiliar world as the bride of Dallas Leigh.

He belonged to the land...

Dallas had given his life to the land. Now he aimed to put West Texas on the map. But as he gazed into the eyes of the lovely stranger who belonged to him, he caught a glimpse of another ambition—a warm, radiant desire of the heart. Was this the woman who would walk beside him as, together, they carved out a rich future with all the promise of love?

Morning Comes Softly

Debbie Macomber

A shy Louisiana librarian, Mary Warner fears she'll always be alone—so she answers a personals ad from a rancher in Montana. Never before has she done anything so reckless, casting the only life she knows aside to travel to a strange place and marry a man she's never met. But something about this man calls to her—and she knows this may be her very last chance at happiness.

Tragedy made Travis Thompson the guardian of three orphaned children—and determination leads him to do whatever it takes to keep the kids out of foster homes. When he decides to take a long shot on a personals ad, the results are surprising, and before he knows it, he has agreed to marry a mysterious Southern woman sight unseen.

It could be the mistake of a lifetime. But Mary Warner may be exactly what this broken family needs. And with a little faith, a little trust, and a lot of love, two lonely hearts might just discover the true meaning of miracles.

Finding Forever on Their Island Paradise

by Therese Beharrie

Saving their home…Healing their hearts! Morgan’s mission to save Penguin Island, her South African paradise, is personal. She just wasn’t prepared for how personal it would be when striking a deal with tycoon Elliott! Both have something to lose if they fail, so putting the island back on the map is their number one priority. But working together has Morgan’s head and heart racing because with every accidental touch, keeping things professional becomes more challenging…and walking away feels impossible!

Falling for Her Convenient Groom

by Jennifer Faye

To appease her overbearing father, Carla told him that she’s engaged. She doesn’t, however, have a fiancé…yet! That’s where Franco comes in—if they marry temporarily, she’ll ensure that both of their companies will mutually benefit. Since neither wants a relationship, saying “I do” is strictly for business. But with their undeniable chemistry, can they keep it that way?

Most Eligible Sheriff - Cathy McDavid

Las Vegas casino manager Ruby McPhee needs to lay low while the police deal with a stalker at work. So she’s trading in her high heels for cowboy boots and assuming her twin sister’s identity at the Gold Nugget Ranch. Ruby only plans on staying in Sweetheart, Nevada until the threat back home has passed. But then she discovers a detail her sister forgot to mention — the handsome sheriff she’s dating.

It only takes a single kiss for Cliff Dempsey to realise the woman in his arms is someone entirely different...and completely irresistible. To protect Ruby’s secret, Cliff maintains her ruse, but soon the lines between duty and desire begin to blur. Ruby and Cliff know they have a once-in-a-lifetime connection, but will they have a chance to let their love grow?

Star Witness

By Lisa Phillips

After years in witness protection, Mackenzie Winters fears her cover has been blown when someone shoots at her. Could the brother of the drug lord she put away be here for revenge? Mackenzie must rely on Delta Force soldier Aaron Hanning to protect her. Aaron doesn’t want to be anyone’s hero, but with danger stalking them, they’ll both have to make a daring choice.

Silver Lining

Maggie Osborne

As scruffy and rootless as the other prospectors searching for gold in the Rockies, Low Down wanted nothing in return for nursing a raggedy bunch through the pox. But when pressed to reveal her heart's wish, she admits, "I want a baby." Not a husband, not a forced marriage to the proud man who drew the scratched marble and became honor bound to marry her. To be sure, Max McCord was easy on the eyes, but he loved another woman and dreamed of a different life. Yet they agreed to a temporary marriage that could end only in disaster. But can this strange twist of fate lead to the silver lining that both have been searching for?

The Gift

Julie Garwood

A child bride, Sara Winchester had grown into a winsome beauty, joyfully anticipating the day when her husband Nathan, Marquess of St. James, would return to claim her heart at last. Charmingly innocent, she dismissed the ancient feud that divided Nathan's family from her own...and she was totally unaware of his past exploits as the notorious pirate, Pagan. The man who now stood before her was perplexing, arrogant and powerfully handsome...a warrior-gentleman whose gentle touch aroused her to the wildest, deepest pleasures of love.

Nathan had never bared his soul to any woman, but he was soon utterly beguiled and exasperated by Sara's sweet, defiant ways. Aboard his ship, the Seahawk, she was brave, imperious and determined to win his heart completely—yet upon their return to England, her love would be sorely tested as a vile conspiracy tried to tear them apart. With their future at stake, they would discover the true destiny of their passion...for all time!

A Taste Of Heaven

Alexis Harrington

Libby Ross fled betrayal and heartbreak in Chicago when she headed to Montana expecting a new start, children, and a good place to raise them. Instead she learned that she has been duped again by the cowboy who made her his mail-order bride. He died, leaving her with no money, nowhere to go, and no resources but her own ingenuity. Then she learned about the Lodestar Ranch and its owner, Tyler Hollins.

Besides a lifetime of painful memories, Tyler had his hands full with immediate problems. Half his cattle were lost during the worst winter on record and his cowhands were about to quit if he couldn’t find a decent cook. Libby Ross fit the bill. She had never seen a man so attractive with such a sour disposition. But she sensed desire behind the wall Ty erected to keep everyone at a distance . . . a wanting so fierce it nearly broke her heart.

They locked horns from the outset, but they could fight each other, or fight together to see their dreams come true . . .

Texas Destiny

Lorraine Heath

She was his brother's wife...

Arriving on the Fort Worth train, Miss Amelia Carson, mail-order bride, had never met Dallas Leigh, the Texan she promised to marry. The tall cowboy at the station wasn't Dallas. He was Houston, Dallas's brother, sent to escort her on the rugged three-week trek to the ranch where Dallas waited. Brought up in war-ravaged Georgia, Amelia thought Dallas's letters made Texas sound like heaven, a place for her dreams to grow with the right man beside her.

And his only love...

By all appearances, Houston Leigh would hardly be considered the "right man." The war he survived had scarred him inside and out, and he was little competition for his handsome brother. But from the moment Houston met Amelia, he knew she possessed the courage this wild land needed. She had eyes that could see past his wounded face to his soul. And he would fight any man—except his brother—for her heart. Now he and Amelia were riding down dangerous trails, sleeping under the stars, and God help them, they were falling in love.

Eye of the Beholder

Ruth Ann Nordin

Mary Peters despairs that she will never marry. At nineteen, she has no prospects of finding a husband, so she takes matters into her own hands and becomes a mail-order bride. When she arrives to Omaha, Nebraska to meet the man she's due to marry, he takes one look at her homely appearance and rejects her.

But fate has other plans for Mary. Dave Larson happens to be nearby and thinks she will make a good wife. Though she is stunned that someone as handsome and as kind as Dave would ask her to marry him, she accepts. She knows that this marriage will not bear the fruits of love. Love, after all, is for beautiful women. Isn't it?

His Accidental Countess

By Annie Burrows

From abducted…

…to betrothed!

To stop an unsuitable elopement, Tobias Spenlow bundles his ward’s intended bride into his carriage – only to discover he’s made a terrible mistake. The woman is actually innocent governess Miss Dorothy Phillips – whose reputation he’s unintentionally ruined! The only way to right this wrong is for the Earl to wed her. She might have accidentally become his Countess, but their consuming attraction has him courting her in earnest…!

#venom #venom: let there be carnage #venom: let there be chocolate #symbrock #venom comics #eddie brock #eddie brock/venom symbiote #world chocolate day

[nerice]

winter 2023 anime opinions so far

ars no kyojuu: STUPIDLY INVESTED IN THIS human experimentation is fine but i draw the line at stepping on the baby octopus in the opening shot. evil ppl. cast is fun & i desperately need a wacky fantasy fight show <3 also adopting that cat girls speech pattern for rini immediately lol

trigun stampede: I MISSED TRIGUN vash baby you're doing so well <3 i have zero gripes with this being a reimagine reboot EXCEPT THAT NEW GUY he's annoying. not only can i not forgive them for taking out milly IF they're going this road the least they could have done is let meryl be the experienced journalist and not the rookie who doesn't know shit. she deserves better. envision this: older meryl design, her mentoring some over-eager newbie instead, still w/ her straightlaced paladin mentality 100000/10 i am right studio orange hire me bc rn it just looks like u didn't know what to do w/ the top tier female characters the original series gave u. SALT

nier automata ani: soundtraaaack ;uuuuuuu; genuinely zero thoughts i know every single note of every single song by heart. six yrs ago i played that opening chapter as demo and im feeling Some Sorta Way abt it (the way is NEED TO REPLAY AUTO TOMATO IMMEDIATELY) we all knew putting this into animation would be mid at best n sacrifices were made but they're doing a great job w it all things considered! also DYING that we're getting the extra endings as skits.. when's the fish

revenger: mfw the 利便/revenger word play clicked god i love japanese!!!! extremely good character design & execution excited 2 learn more abt what's wrong w all these people lol

tokyo revengers s2: the other revenge one w. same gripes as last time with the pacing n Reasons For Shit Happen but i have enough distance that i can go into this less annoyed and more intrigued by what kisaki's deal is etc etc.

buddy daddies: the kid's the weakest part of this comedy and every part of it (gun action, accidental dad, stupid comedy) is done better by some other show this season + they gave away that cat so for now that show's on thin ice but im sticking around for a few eps

sugar apple fairy tale: IT'S SO PRETTY!!!!! slow fairy prince shoujo anime exactly as advertised thank u

#that's all for today!!!! #also technically watching tsurune maybe but i have to catch up on s1 bc it aired when i was in japan so i never finished it #elia txts #feels like i used to have a tag for these uuuuuh. whatever

[subbe93]

The Light in my Nightmares, T, Chapter 13

Shinichi and Ran had found each other again, safe and sound. But after everything that has happened... Are they going to clear the air between them?

Prologue ~ Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~ Chapter 10 ~ Chapter 11 ~ Chapter 12

Chapter 13

~ Shinichi ~

He heard a massive explosion. He turned around, and over a few buildings, he saw orange and red light show in the sky, and the dark smoke.

A fire.

For a moment he thought that he was somewhere in Beika, witnessing again how the professor's house was burning, but this time was different. He wasn’t in Beika. He was in Haido. But why…

Ran…

He ran, ran as fast as he could, and came there – in front of the apartment building. But this time, there was no one. Only him, burning building, and…

Screaming.

It made him shiver.

Ran!

Shinichi ran to the building, entering through the partly collapsed front door, trying to evade the flames. “Ran?!” he shouted, even though he knew it was a bad idea. He breathed warm air, getting it into his lungs, which made him cough, but he didn't care, just continued on forward, looking around. He needed to find her... “Raaan!”

“Shinichi? Shinichi! Help!”

“Ran!” he shouted as he went forward, trying to follow her voice. “Ran, where are you?!”

“Here! Shinichi, please, help!”

He followed her voice until he found her. She was on the ground, looking like she couldn’t move. She coughed.

He was relieved. He found her!

“Ran!”

She raised her head, looking at him. “Shinichi”, she said, barely loud enough that he could hear her. “Help…” She raised her hand, trying to reach him. Shinichi showed her a smile, trying to assure her that everything was okay now, and went closer to her, straightening his hand to grab hers…

Then he heard the shot. Ran let out a painful scream, and regardless of the heat, Shinichi felt like he was freezing, making a shiver running through him. He stared terrified how she fell back to the floor when the blood…

“No!” he shouted and fell to the ground on his knees, taking her in his arms. “Please, please, Ran”, he muttered, trying to cover the wound with his hand. She opened her eyes a little, and when she met his eyes, she got a little smile. It made him smile too. “Yeah, don’t worry”, he whispered. “You’re going to be alright, I…”

Something fell on the ground, making a high jingle voice. It made him terrified, yet he raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

He froze. He couldn’t move, barely breathe, his heart was beating fast, too fast. Shinichi desperately tightened his grip around Ran.

“Please, don’t”, he pleaded, looking at the woman who stood there in black clothes. Brown eyes just looked at him without any emotion when she raised the gun – but instead of pointing at him, it pointed to Ran. Shinichi tightened his grip, pressing her against him even though he knew it wouldn’t protect her. “You don’t have to do this… Please…”

Her other eyebrow raised when those bright red lips turned into a smile. At that moment, he knew it was pointless – he had done exactly as she wanted him to do. She wanted to see him plead, suffer… broke.

“Rini, please, don’t. She doesn’t…”

She pulled the trigger.

“NO!”

“Shinichi!”

He opened his eyes, and someone was in front of him. With his panic, he moved, trying to get away from them, but lost the ground. He fell on something hard, letting out a painful shout.

“Shinichi?! I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t…”

Ignoring all the pain, he got himself back to sit and tried to move away from the character who came back into his view. He couldn’t get far when his back touched something which blocked his retreat…

“Shinichi, it’s me… Ran!”

Ran?

Shinichi stared at the character in the darkness. It took a moment before he started to see details – long brown hair framing her face, orchid-colored eyes glowing somehow worried, graceful body bending a little to see him better, and the pajamas…

He looked away and closed his eyes, raising his hand on his sweating forehead. He tried to calm his breathing and heart which was beating so fast that it was a miracle that it hadn’t burst out already. His back was aching a little…

It was a nightmare. Nothing more than a nightmare. Well, it had been different than before, since he had always seen the dreams about losing his parents, friends… Events about the Black Organisation case. But this…

“Shinichi?” he heard her calling him. “Are you okay?”

He realized that he hadn't answered her at all.

“Yeah, I… I’m fine”, he answered finally and dropped his hand, only to see that she had come closer to him. “I… It’s…” He leaned on his bed to get himself up. “I just saw a… nightmare, and…” He let out an awkward laugh. “Well, I kind of was frightened when I opened my eyes and saw someone in front of me.”

“I’m sorry”, she apologized and came closer to help him. “I didn’t mean to… Did you hurt yourself?”

“No”, he answered, even though his back said otherwise, but he still believed that it wasn’t anything too serious. He looked at her. “But what are you doing here?”

“Oh”, she let out like she was surprised by the question. “Well, I… I heard some voices in your room and… I just wanted to check that you’re okay.”

Shinichi frowned. It was the middle of the night. “You… couldn’t sleep?”

She took her eyes away, looking somewhere else. “I… have been a little restless”, she admitted. “Can’t stop thinking about what happened to my home…”

Shinichi lowered his gaze. “I… I’m sorry about that. I promise I help you…”

“It’s okay, Shinichi”, she assured, and when he looked at her, he could see her smiling. “It wasn’t your fault. And I was just lucky that I was somewhere else when it happened – though I made many people worried because of my phone." Her laugh had a little sad tone in it, and then her expression changed even sadder. “But I wonder… Those people who were inside at the time…”

“They said they got everyone out except you”, Shinichi said, hoping it would ease her mind.

“But it could be a big shock to some people”, Ran said and looked down. “I can’t imagine how it must have felt when fire alarms started to ring, and later you watch from outside how everything you have is burning into the ash… And if it started from my apartment…”

“Hey, stop that”, Shinichi interrupted her. “It’s not sure that it started from your apartment, and since you weren’t even at home…”

“I made a visit”, she corrected.

“Well, when did you leave?”

She tilted her head a little like thinking. “I’m not sure”, she sighed. “Maybe… around six?”

“Did you use the oven? Stove? Candles?”

“No”, Ran answered. “I just visit there, packed some of my stuff and… Well, since I thought that you weren't home, I warmed some food, so I used the microwave.” She frowned. “But I’m pretty sure that I didn’t use an oven or stove. And since I knew that I’m leaving as soon as possible, I didn’t even think about candles.”

“See”, he said and smiled at her. “I don’t think it’s your fault. It could have started from anyone’s apartment. Or… it can be that some of your electronics are just old and… well… Bad timing, but maybe it had just broken and made a little spark that started it.”

Ran didn’t look convinced when she lowered her eyes. Shinichi tried to find some words to make her feel better but to be honest, he had never been good with things like this. But he hated to see her like that.

"Is... is there anything I can... I can do to ease your worry?" he asked eventually. And as soon as he get it out of his mouth, he realized that it sounded much more stupid than in his head.

She raised her eyes to him, looking surprised. It made Shinichi regret that question, even when he meant it. He observed nervously how she started to smile slowly. Gosh, she is going to make fun of him, right?

"You don't have to worry about me", she answered. She smiled gently, looking like she was touched. "You have enough already..."

"No", Shinichi interrupted her. He wanted to help! He knew he was still kind of convalescent, and Ran had once told him that he needed to heal himself before he can help others, and maybe he wasn't the right one on this job, but if he only could, even somehow... "You have done so much for me", he explained, avoiding her eyes. "So I... I want to return the favor."

Even though she was doing it as a job, not because she cared about you.

He saw from the corner of his eyes how she looked around, like searching for something. When he finally had enough courage to look at her, she turned at him, smiling nervously. "It's okay to say no to this", she began, and Shinichi believed that he could see a light blush on her cheeks. "But... can we... sleep together?"

"Wh- what?" he asked and glanced at the bed, then back to Ran, who looked at him nervously and yet sweetly smiling. Sleep together? Did she...?

She looked away. "I just... I don't know, I'm so restless and I can't think anything else than the fire and home, and... and..." She hesitated, looking so sad. "And those poor people who lost their home." Carefully she raised her eyes to meet his. "I'm a little scared to be alone now", she admitted. "Like... what if next time when I woke up, the room is on fire..."

Oh...

And what were you thinking?

Just shut up!

"So, I... if it would be okay with you, I... It... would be nice to be in the same room", she stammered even more nervously, writhing her hands. "It... would make me feel safe and... relax, to know that you're here, with me."

Shinichi looked at his bed, feeling nervous. It wasn't really meant for two people, so... Even if they would be okay, she would be very close to him, and even though it would be okay to her, he wasn't sure if he would make out of it with pride.

But she was scared. Restless. Worried. She had experienced something terrible, and now that event was haunting her thoughts without leaving her alone. Even when she hadn't shown it earlier, it had affected her, leaving some scar that needed time to heal.

Like he had his own scars, even when he hadn't shown them to anyone. Well, except for her.

And like him, she needed to lean on someone too. Like him, she wanted to feel safe, leave those events behind even for a moment, and feel like she was okay, that there was nothing to worry about. And if he can make her feel like that...

"Okay", Shinichi answered, and looked at Ran. When he met her eyes, he was kind of worried that this is going to be a mistake, but... he wanted to help her. "If you want, it's fine for me."

She got a smile on her face. Then she let out a soft laugh. "Thank you!"

He nodded and felt how his heart banged in his chest. He observed how Ran turned and went around to the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge. When she turned to meet his gaze, Shinichi lowered his eyes and sat on his side slowly and a little nervously. Breathing started to be harder, but this time, it was different. It wasn’t because of anxiety, it was…

Don’t get too excited.

But he couldn’t get rid of it, and it didn’t help that when he laid down beside her, he could feel her arm touching his…

Somehow his bed felt so much smaller than before.

They lay in silence. Shinichi just stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the fact that she was there, beside him, and he felt like his heart was too noisy that she could hear it, and as much as he tried to keep his breathing even, he felt like he was giving himself away. Gosh, why? He didn’t remember feeling like this with Rini…

But did he really love her?

He had started to doubt it. He would lie if he would deny it. Because he had liked her. They had had fun when they had hung out together during those a few months before dating, everything had been simple and easy with her. She had been genuinely interested in him, they had shared the same interest, and she had supported him, believed in him. And when she had told him...

Maybe he had been just too naïve and inexperienced. Maybe he had been just too flattered by the fact that she had been - or that what he had thought - interested him.

With Ran, everything felt so much different. It wasn't always easy between them, but at this point, it had never been anything that they haven't worked out together. She acted so naturally with him, she didn't pretend to be anything else than she really was. If she got angry, she showed it. If she disagreed with him, she said it out loud. And if she really believed in something which Shinichi had a different opinion, she didn't let it change just because he said so. And even when Shinichi sometimes got so confused with her, or she got into his nerves, making him annoyed, it was nice and... refreshing. Because even when Shinichi believed that he was right, he had seen that Ran had point too, and... well, of course, he wouldn't admit it to her, but it had kind of refreshed his thoughts too.

And even if they argued, they got along pretty well. Even when they didn't share many common things, it didn't matter that much. It was nice to be with her. She listened when he told her about some news that he had read or some mystery novel that he had just read, and usually asked more. She on the other hand liked much more romantic stuff, which didn't interest Shinichi that much, but it was nice to see her dreaming and talking about those romantic things that she had read or heard. Sometimes she just told him what she had talked about with her friends and family. They watched movies and series together, and even though they liked different things, they both had been ready to step away from their comfort zone to see what the other one liked. It was nice to do chores together with her, go walking outside just to look around and talk...

And they shared the same values. Like saving human life, whoever it would be, and whatever the situation would be. Shinichi believed that she would understand without a question why he wouldn't let even criminals kill themselves.

But it didn’t matter. She had Araide and…

Shinichi frowned. In Haido, Ran had said something about her friend thinking that he was Ran's boyfriend. But if Ran was already taken, why this Sonoko would have thought so? Well, Shinichi had gotten the impression that this Sonoko was a little drama queen, so maybe she just wanted some drama...

He wondered what Araide would say when he would hear that Ran had stayed at his place and... shared the bed. Well, Araide was kind and understanding, but...

But why Ran hadn't gone to Araide's place? He would understand if she would have told him that she would stay here one night and then would go to Araide's place, but since she had agreed to stay here as long as it was okay to him...

Well, maybe there was some reasonable explanation for everything.

He turned his head and looked at Ran, who was also looking at the ceiling. He couldn't get over it how beautiful she looked, all the time.

She deserved only the best.

And as much as it would hurt, he should clear the air. Apologize for his behavior. In the end, he had almost lost her because of it. He had been only a coward and tried to move it later, maybe tried to find a good reason for himself not to bring it up, but he knew he didn't want to regret it later, and...

And to be honest, he was still kind of confused about why she had come back here, waiting for him.

“Hey… Can I ask something?”

Ran turned her head to look at him. She smiled. “Yeah.”

Shinichi stared at her eyes and tried to calm himself, shut his anxiety away. “I told you to take a day off yesterday”, he said and frowned. “Why did you come back?”

She smiled. “You knew I would come”, she answered him. “You left the note.”

Shinichi turned his eyes back to the ceiling. “I… had a hunch”, he admitted and smiled. “You’re a pretty stubborn woman, you know?”

“What can I say?” Ran laughed. “You’re the one to talk.”

Shinichi rolled his eyes. “But I don’t understand… I told you that I’m gone the whole day. Why did you come back?”

She didn’t answer right away. “Well, I… I thought we should clear one thing.” He felt how she moved, but he didn’t turn to look at her. He was afraid of this conversation, but he didn't want to show it to her. If he just can play this cool... “You didn’t rescue those flowers you brought yesterday.”

Shinichi’s eyes widened while his heart skipped a beat, maybe two. How did she find out? Well, it wasn’t like he was a good liar. In the end, he was a detective who searched for the truth, but he had thought that he was a good bluffer when needed. But that she would have noticed… How? Why? He had thought that she had forgotten them if she even paid any attention to them.

He didn’t even realize that he hold his breath. Slowly he let it out and turned his head to finally look at her. To his surprise, she was laying on her left side, looking at him. Somehow, calming his breathing started to be much harder.

“Wha- what do you mean?”

“Even if I’m a nurse, I’m not stupid, Shinichi”, she said. “I remember very well that I put your flowers on the vase, and I remember exactly where I put them.” She shook her head a little, just as much as she could when it was against the pillow. “Someone, who would have saved those flowers, wouldn’t have thrown them away on next morning.”

Shinichi turned his eyes back to the ceiling. He wouldn’t say that he thought her to be stupid, but…

It hadn't felt good to throw those flowers away, and for a moment, he had thought to bring them back inside, but… seeing them hurt him too much. One more failure in his books, another mistake he had made.

“Me and Araide-sensei… We’re not dating, you know.”

What?!

Shinichi turned again to look at her, without bothering to cover his expression. He stared at her like he didn't believe what he had heard, but she was serious. Did she…

“But…” It felt like he couldn’t make any reasonable sentence in his head. “But… he gave you those flowers and… you two… you…”

“He gave them because the day before yesterday was my birthday.”

“Your… birthday?” Shinichi repeated. He started to feel even worse. Gosh, it had been her birthday and he didn’t get anything for her! And he acted like an idiot, just because… “I… I’m sorry”, he let out. “I didn’t know, I…”

“It’s okay”, Ran interrupted him with a gentle laugh. “How could you have known? I didn’t mention it, because… Well, I kind of forgot them”, she answered and rolled her eyes. “Yet, Araide-sensei came to see me. He told me that those were from him and my co-workers.” She avoided his gaze. “Well, I was touched and so happy about it, because they are so nice people. I haven't been there much, but they still remembered me... It felt amazing that they like me much enough to get a birthday present for me. So, I… hugged him with gratitude.”

“But… you two come along so well”, he said with a little hesitation, still not quite believing it. He didn't want to continue his list of why they would be a good match. If something, he tried to move it aside.

Ran snorted. “He’s my boss, you know”, she said.

“Well, there are cases where co-workers had fallen in love and are dating”, Shinichi defended himself. “I don’t think it would be that weird.”

“I don’t like him that way”, she told him. “I… He is a nice man, a good boss, but to me? Nothing else. I’m more… interested in someone else."

Even when he shouldn't, it made him disappointed. Well, as he had even believed in his chances, but...

"Someone like… you…”

His heart skipped another beat, taking him away from that anxious feeling. He turned to look at her again, and this time, she was smiling, but the smile was a little shy.

“You… do?” he breathed out, still not quite believing that he heard right.

“I do”, she confirmed shyly.

He felt… hopeful. Excited. Happy. How couldn’t he? The nicest, kindest, stubbornest woman was interested in him! The woman who he had grown fond of, grown to like her… Who had made him feel at home while staying with him, who had given him hope when he had been ready to give up, who had been there even when he had tried to get rid of her…

"There is nothing lovable in you."

Somehow, his heart started to feel heavier. He turned his look away from her, coming back to reality. What was he even thinking? She could have anyone. What could he even give to her? He was nothing more than a broken man, who couldn’t even love himself.

What did she even see in him?

“Shinichi…”

“I don’t know, Ran”, he got out of his mouth, interrupting her. “I… I’m not sure if… I’m worth your time.”

It felt pitiful. It was funny how he had been sad and disappointed that someone he liked so much, have someone else, and now that he would have a chance...

But maybe he hadn't thought about this through before. Because even if she claimed to like him... What there would be? And even if there would be something, she would be disappointed in him later. She would find out that he wasn't anything she hoped for, would find out that he was more likely a burden, and... and...

She would leave him behind. He would be alone again. And he wasn't sure if he was ready to experience it again, after the thought that he could have someone to be with, someone to share his life...

Maybe it would be better just to be alone.

“Shinichi…”

“Really”, he hurried to continue. “I… Look at me." He glanced at her first, trying to smile. "I mean I… I try to behave, be even half of that detective I was before I came to the Safe Haven Center. I try to be even half of that man that people loved, who they believed, who they trusted… But… in reality, I’m really… nothing." He kept a little break. "I’m just a poor detective who had lost everything, pitiful sight when the doors of this house are closed. Someone who always doubts everything, who is not sure who to trust, someone who... would… only to be… scared to lose everything again.” He closed his eyes. “There… There is…” As much as he had thought of it, as much as he had repeated those words in his head… saying them out of loud was so much harder. It would make them real, but… “There is nothing lovable in me.”

There. He had said it. The truth that he had had over ten months, the words he had eventually believed.

“You… you can do so much better, Ran”, he said, smiling sadly. The truth hurt, but it was for her best. Let it go. He would survive – alone. He wouldn’t take anyone else with him, not anymore. “You… deserve so much better.”

“Who told you that?”

“What?” Shinichi asked confused and turned his head to look at her. “I…” Yet, all the words get stuck in his throat when he saw her face. Even if it was gloomy, he could see how she frowned, and that nice – beautiful – smile was gone. She looked... angry.

“Who told you that there is nothing lovable in you?” she asked with a hint of anger in her voice.

It made him shiver. It felt weird since he had seen her angry before when they have argued about something, or he had made fun of her, but… this was different. It felt like he didn’t have many choices here, that he had to answer even though he would have liked to keep it himself, maybe bury it and try to forget…

“It does-“

“Don’t say ‘It doesn’t matter’, or you're going to regret it”, she interrupted him, and if he wouldn’t be too much into his depressing thoughts, he would have laughed at it. “To me, it matters, and whoever dared to plant that thought in your head, I’m going to kick their sorry ass and gave them a lesson…”

Shinichi let out a laugh and turned to look at the ceiling again. “You don’t need to”, he answered and let his smile fade a little. “She… is gone.”

There was a silence. Somehow, it felt heavy, but maybe it was only him, waiting for Ran’s next words…

“Was her name… Rini?”

What?! Shinichi turned to look at her surprised. “How did you…”

“You mumbled her name when you slept”, Ran answered and looked away. “And… that day when we visited at graveyard… You… You got that attack and after that… Back then, you mumbled my name and then mentioned Rini.”

Oh, that… He had said it out loud back then.

But maybe it would make it easier to talk about it to someone. Maybe he can leave it behind after he had told her, maybe he could stop blaming himself…

“I… I saved her back then”, he said and turned to look at the ceiling again, because he really didn’t want to see her expressions – her judgment. “She was a hostage in one case. I chase the murderer and she, sadly, was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He still remembered that chase to the rooftop where Rini had been, talking on her phone, and how the culprit had taken her as a hostage, trying to get away. He remembered her frightened eyes, how scared she had been... It felt still so weird to think that it was all pretending, a setup. “She was… shocked. Or that's what it looked like. Yet, to me, she wasn’t any different than any other people.” He let out a little hum and smiled. “Just someone I saved, someone who would maybe get a little trauma, but she would continue her life. Someone I thought I wouldn’t meet ever again.”

“But you did”, Ran said. She sounded gentle.

“She came to see me soon after that case”, he told her, still not able to look at her. “She wanted to thank me properly, show how grateful she was that I saved her. After that… Well, I happened to meet her many times. Often with coincidence, but… we came along well. We met at a café and a few times we went to eat together, sometimes she helped me with some cases. She… was smart, but also…”

It was hard to breathe.

“Shinichi…” He felt her touch his arm but tried to ignore it.

“She… felt like she was genuinely interested in me”, he breathed out, and it felt as bad as he remembered. “I… We shared some interests and… she… she seemed always so impressed by my deductions and… It… seemed that I… I…” He let out a heavy sigh, trying to calm himself. “After a few months, she kissed me and told me that she… likes me. And… Since I liked her, I… I…”

Anxious started to come back to him, taking him over. He reminded himself about breathing. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on reality, concentrate on breathing, but it didn’t really help. Gosh, the only thing which could have turned the way of events, the whole case to go another way… If that night he wouldn't have thought that maybe he should go for it since she was a nice woman... If he would have told her that he wasn’t interested. If he would have turned her down… If only he would have…

Yet, he was there. In that park where she surprised him totally and gave him a peck on his lips. How that night he listened confused about how she shyly told him that she had feelings for him. His excitement and happiness, how he had thought why not to go for it... How he had answered yes to her, grabbed her hand, and promised to walk her home... He saw memories of their dates, flashes of her bright smile, all signs that she was happy with him. He remembered all those flowers he brought to her after failed dates, those little gifts he bought, wanting to surprise her… All those nice gestures when he was working late, her worries, her trying to help him, giving those hints…

“I don’t trust Rini-san, there is something shady on her.”

Her standing in front of him in those black clothes, looking like a totally different woman. Her voice telling him how everything was only a lie, his heart feeling again every hit... Those red lips turning into a mocking smile, brown eyes looking at him down, lips moving…

“Shinichi?”

He opened his eyes. Ran was looking at him, and it took some time before he realized that he was still laying on his back, on the bed, and she had come closer and lifted herself to see his face. She looked worried, and Shinichi hated the truth that he was the reason for it.

“She… was one of them”, he said eventually, looking away, since he really couldn’t meet her eyes. He could feel how the mattress moved a little, telling him that Ran had moved back to her side. “Everything… between us… was just a lie. Just to get me to the bad guys and…” He took a deep breath. “Get rid of me.”

There. He had said. Admitted it to someone.

“Shinichi…”

“I… I was too foolish to think that… there was something between us”, he admitted. He didn't want to hear her say it.

“Who wouldn’t”, Ran said gently. “Anyone would probably believe in the same…”

“I doubt that”, Shinichi denied. “My father, he… he doubted. He saw through her, but I… I believed in her. Trusted her. I…” It felt terrible to admit it to someone. Maybe he had hoped that he would never need to tell to anyone. Maybe he had thought that he could take that to the grave with him. “I told her everything, trusted her with my and… and… others’ lives, and…” He sighed. “When I later met her, she revealed that I was only a fool who she played with, and…” He shook his head as much as he could against his pillow. “Well, I got my lesson, you know. I was a fool, too full of myself to think that she meant it and liked to be with me. She told me that she really hated everything in me, that there really was nothing lovable, and… everything I did for her, was disgusting.”

“But she was wrong. Maybe she didn’t know you at all.”

He let out a short laugh. “I think she was right”, he objected. “I’m nothing more than just a stupid man who is too full of himself, arrogant, just enjoying attention…”

“I disagree", Ran interrupted determined. "I don’t recognize you from those words. Well, yeah, maybe you sometimes look a little arrogant, but… I think there are many lovable things in you.”

“Like?” he asked and looked at her, doubting.

“Like”, she started. “Well, you are stubborn, but you can be nice too. Realistic. You have seen things that I haven’t, pretty traumatic also, but… look at you! You’re fighting against it, you’re still ready to leave them behind, learn to live with the past, and continue. You are kind and caring even though you don’t show it directly, but you can’t fool me.” Shinichi felt his cheeks warming and he wanted to argue against it, but Ran was faster. “You’re smart, impressive with words and even if you said from the beginning that everyone doesn’t want to be helped, I have seen that you also valued human life as much as I do, and… I believe that even if someone wouldn’t like it, you would also make sure that they won’t give up on their life.”

He snorted. Well, the truth was that when eight months ago he had a first time met Ran in that room in the Safe Haven Center, he wasn’t a big fan of living. He hadn't planned to kill himself, but he could admit that he didn’t find any reason to move on. He had lost everything and made others lose someone too. Nightmares of events kept him awake, many things triggered those memories he had tried to forget… He didn’t feel like continuing.

He had just lived in that darkness, only waiting when his time would come. When he could go to his parents and friends, leave everything behind…

And then, that woman had come into his room. She had had awfully many things in her that reminded him of Rini - or at least that Rini who he thought he knew. Long brown hair, big eyes, light skin. Rini had been also kind and nice, caring. But Ran had shown him that she was much more than that. Under that kind and fragile skin, there was a woman who could stand behind her words. She hadn’t let him take her down, not even though he had tried many times to tell her to leave him be, maybe even said some bad things that he shouldn't have. She had believed in her beliefs even when he had tried to shoot them down. And she had fought against him. She hadn’t let him discourage her. She was a woman who said what was in her mind, even if Shinichi had disagreed.

She… had reminded him of himself.

Araide hadn’t been wrong, as much as he had tried to deny it back then. Before the Black Organisation -case came to an end, he had been like that too. She reminded him how stubbornly he had worked on that case, that even after all his losses he had always stood up and promised to make things right. She reminded him that he had believed in good too, that he had to make sure that on his watch, no one lose their lives, not even criminals.

She had reminded him of so many things that he had forgotten back then. Things he hadn’t remembered because after the takedown, there was only silence and peace, and all his thoughts, the realization of all the losses had come to him, in one wave. He had his time to sit down and realize how much he had lost because of that stupid case. The price he had to pay…

She had been his light in the darkness. She had believed in him when he hadn’t, the one who hadn’t given up on him even when he had tried to make her.

She had been too kind to him, and he still wasn’t sure if he really deserved a chance like this. The chance with her.

“You’re responsible, you are still blaming yourself for things that you couldn’t influence…”

It took him back to reality. “I could have”, he interrupted her. “If I wouldn’t have trusted her, all the others… They… They wouldn’t be…”

“Maybe”, Ran said. “Or maybe it wouldn’t have changed anything. We never know, but I know that everyone who take a part in that case, knew the risks. They knew that helping you could probably be their last thing to do, but they knew it and made that decision.”

“Did they?” Shinichi doubted.

“I believe they did”, Ran said. “So… I know, maybe this isn’t a nice thing to hear, and it won’t change the truth that you lost them and miss them, but it wasn’t your fault."

He looked at her before moving his eyes away. “I don’t know, Ran”, he spoke eventually. “I… I don’t think there is anything interesting in me.”

“I disagree.”

“And I… I don’t know anything about love.” He thought he did and remembering his parents, they had made it look so easy, simple, full of affection, hugs, kisses, and… what else. But with his experience…

She laughed. “What makes you think I know anything about love?”

Shinichi turned to look at her. Ran was smiling, her eyes sparkling a little in the darkness. She looked a little shy when she spoke again. “But… Maybe after my agreement with you has ended, maybe we can… go out and… learn together?”

He felt how his heart was beating faster. “After… agreement ends?” he repeated. It’s going to be soon. Would she really…

She let out a new laugh. “I’m not sure if it’s very appropriate to start to date a client”, she said.

Shinichi let out a little laugh. “Well, maybe not”, he admitted but turned serious. She was talking like she was sure that she wanted to... “But… I mean that… you would… really go out with me? Even if… I’m like… this?”

“Like what?”

He hesitated for a moment before saying: “Broken.”

“It’s not a problem, Shinichi”, she said gently, and while he searched her eyes again, he felt her hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently. “You have already improved so much, don't you think? And maybe it can slow things a little bit, but it’s nothing we can’t handle together. I can take as slowly steps as you need me to take.”

And she smiled. She smiled that beautiful smile he had seen on her face so often. And it made him feel warm. He felt hope that maybe, maybe there was a chance that he could learn to live with all this. First time in a long time he felt like someday, he could leave this all behind and go forward. Be the son his parents hoped him to be, be the friend that Kazuha needs him to be… Maybe one day he could again be that detective who makes the world a better place, as he had always dreamed. And maybe… maybe he didn’t have to learn to live alone. Maybe he could still have everything he once hoped for.

And be with a woman who lightened his days, his life.

He smiled carefully, still a little unsure. “So… we have a date after… two weeks?”

“We do.”

He smiled, feeling how his heart was jumping with happiness. This felt good. Better than good. Maybe life is going to smile at him eventually.

“Good”, he said before wrapping his arms around her, carefully enough that she could take herself away if she felt like it. She didn’t. Instead, she closed herself in his embrace. Shinichi lowered his face to her hair, breathing that nice scent, letting her warm to relax him.

That night he didn’t see nightmares.

Chapter 14

#ShinRan #The Light in my Nightmares #PTSD!Shinichi #Detective Conan #Darkfic #Hurt/Comfort #Romance #Fanfiction #Shinichi Kudo #Ran Mouri #Chapter 13

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

Hi everyone Mod here and I was thinking about opening up another kny RP blog but this time for most of the demons that people tend to either forget were part of the story (ex: susumaru the temari demon) or were such a small part of the story that most people dont bother acknowledging them (ex: lower moon 6 and lower moons 4-2). I want to know what you guys think, so feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. Im thinking about calling it "discarded demons" and i have taken the liberty of naming some of the ones who did not have names.

Demons that would be available for q&a and rp:

Former moons:

Ubume the lower one before Enmu

Hairo the lower two before Rokuro

Rokuro the last lower two

Wakuraba the last lower three

Mukago the last lower four

Kyogai the lower six before Kamanue

Kamanue the last lower six

Non-moon demons: (last three are unofficially named)

Susumaru the temari demon

Yahaba the arrow demon

Takumi the hand demon

Shun the tongue demon (one of kyogai's two roommates)

Ryōta the horn demon (one of kyogai's two roommates)

Spider fam: (all are unofficially named)

Miu aka spider mom

Taiki aka spider dad

Masami aka older spider bro 1 (spider body)

Oni aka older spider sis 1 (the one that gets got by shinobu)

Rini aka older spider sis 2

Masaru aka older spider bro 2 (from the one shot when oni first arrived)

Nagisa aka little spider bro (from the one shot when oni first arrived)

Kotoko aka little spider sis (from the one shot when oni first arrived)

I may add others but im not adding either slasher, the swamp demon or the snake demon because i fear i will gag trying to play as them.

#kny rp #demon slayer rp #kny rp blog #demon slayer rp blog #rp blog ideas #future rp blog ideas

[dimpledpran]

Reveal your watch & rewatch drama list

Thank you for tagging me @talays-portkey ! 💙 realising you influence my watchlist quite a bit! Haha

I had so many shows on hold because May-June was very hectic. So I’m finally going through them one by one and have been finishing it.

Just finished:

KinnPorsche : I feel like KP had so much potential plot wise and they could have done so much more with the scope they had. But it wasn’t a total letdown. I did enjoy watching it and screaming about it. Though the finale left me a bit confused, which took a bit of the fun out of it, overall still liked it. Huge thanks to Rini for explaining stuff, cos that helped a bit!

Remember You : Watched this for Tay Tawan, a tiny peek of Nanon and the serial killer plot. I really need Tay Tawan in more main roles, and also more (good) action sequences in dramas please! The plot had it ups and downs. I like how they kept the interest going by revealing tiny hints, and then giving more questions. Didn’t like how conveniently everything happened for them though! There was too much coincidence at play. And not a huge fan of the finale, and I wish we got a more concrete ending.

Stranger Things: LOVEDD IT! The editing was so good!! Despite having three groups doing different things, and with the whole flashback/present for El, it flowed well and didn’t get too confusing. I had to hold myself back from calling Joyce, Hopper and Murray as Team Russia while rooting for them. I can’t wait to see Will shine in the final season!

Currently Watching:

Heartstopper: Finally in the final ep! It’s been a cute ride, though I don’t understand why they are just talking to each other on IG DMs instead of texting?

Oh! My Sunshine Night: it’s only been 2 eps, so it’s too early to say anything. But I love Fluke’s acting, and I can’t wait to see him be more brash and loud mouthed here! I haven’t had proper angst in a series in a while, so I’m really hoping this delivers! Please be gooood!

Gifted Graduation: Been on hold for the longest time. But I really want to finish it. So need to drag sis to sit beside me and finish this ASAP.

Starting Soon:

Vice Versa: I can’t wait for this to air!! Love the multiverse and the whole “finding your person” concept! The visuals and colours have looked really good so far! Also OhmNanon!! So high hopes for this one. And Vish constantly screaming about this has also hyped me up so much! Really hoping I’ll get the time to watch it on Saturday!

Sky In Your Heart: The gifs I’ve seen looks really interesting, and I love the setting! Also gotta admit that Vish talking about it and sending me Mek videos has made me very intrigued!

Triage: The premise sounds really interesting!! I just need to find a good source for it!

Cutie Pie: My friend is obsessed with this show, and recc-ed it. So shall give it a shot!

Our Flag Means Death: Gay Pirates. Need I say more. (And also Taika Waititi)

First Kill: Lesbian Vampire. Again, need i say more.

Rewatching:

Nothing at the moment though I really want to rewatch UWMA because I’ve been craving angst.

And might do a Bad Buddy rewatch because I need to put my DVD to good use. And also cos I miss them! 😢

Tagging: (no pressure!)

@nevermiind @seawherethesunsets @nongnaos @highwarlockkareena @lan-xichens @rinielle @aheartfullofjolllly

#tag game #it’s always fun to do this

[saw-x]

The thing is that PWs clearly like the unbalanced dynamic of their ship cause EJ gets what he wants while Gina is not as happy or she's constantly compromising or letting things go while EJ walks all over her. So it's ironic that they try to act like he was the best dynamic or relationship for her when it's obvious even they know she's not enjoying herself. But that's the selling point for those shippers. I think it's telling that these anti black PW/Rinis are lashing out at Gina now that she refuses to pander to rich yt boy with the daddy issues anymore cause clearly that was the reason they enjoyed their ship: some sick satisfaction seeing the black lead be treated as an afterthought in her relationship. My conclusion is that they dont even like PW either. They just like seeing Gina down and not treated right and her best shot at that kind of treatment is with EJ. They only tolerate her. When she starts demanding better from EJ, they start their vile attack. They love to talk about s2 Gina being their favorite version, and surprise surprise, that was her most miserable time, constantly upset and hurt. And they hate Rina because Ricky treats Gina like an absolute queen that she is, bending over backwards to make her happy and these racist show "fans" don't like seeing her happy, cared for, enjoying herself, and being deeply loved by the lead to the point he is making himself heartsick. Gina started getting more focus in s2 than Nini and those crazy fans have never gotten over it since.

^^^this 100%

I have seen a lot of racism and vile attacks of Gina and their true colours are shining through. I didn’t really think it was my place though to say it given I’m not black or American, but it really makes me sick how those fans treat Gina and I have seen a lot of flat out racism towards her. It disgusts me.

They enjoy Gina only when she was miserable and acting like someone she wasn’t to gain the approval of their fave rich white boy who treated her like a doormat. Gina became a shell of herself in season 2 and settled for less than she deserved because she felt it was the only way to keep her feelings safe. It’s funny that they used to love saying that they wanted Gina with EJ because he made her happy, but ignore that he made her miserable and that he was never what she wanted. Ricky let’s her be herself and treats her like a queen AND that is who makes her happy and who she wants. They don’t actually want to see her happy and demonize every action she did this season - when she was the one trying to keep that relationship afloat. Whenever they talk about pw it is always in terms of EJ and what would make him happy and they don’t care at all about Gina’s feelings. It is completely clear where they stand and how they really feel about Gina.

#asks #rina #ricky x gina #honestly thanks for sending this because it is something that needs to be said

[timelessbibliophile]

i think the reason there was such a surge in rinas last year was because 2x01 gave everyone hope that they might actually have a shot at being endgame. Just from the few people I've talked to who became rinas in s2, it sounds like they liked them in s1 (more than rini actually) but didn't think there was any point committing to the ship when rini seemed like the very typical and on brand for disney endgame. So I think that even though Tim had said post s1 that he had to "write towards [rina]" after filming 1x05, most people just kinda forced (?) themselves to like rini and were going through the motions unenthusiastically waiting for rini endgame until the rina new years eve glance.

Interesting approach, I didn't know any rinas became rinas in season 2; to be fair tho, 2a seemed pushing towards rina (or at least resolving the conflict between the two) so it might've given people hope.

The thing about rina I don't like tho, is the way Gina was so, so hurt by Ricky. Ricky, unintentionally I'm sure, played with her feelings and was very selfish. He didn't consider Gina's feelings at all, he was focused on his relationship with Nini, both in season 1 and season 2. That's one of the reasons I support Gina for backing away. She realized Ricky was hurting her, and waiting for him was pointless when he was so mesmerized by Nini. I also really disliked how Ricky knew in season 2 about Gina's feelings for him, yet continued to talk to her about Nini. It could've been an impulse to try and get her to understand he was off limits, but he didn't think it through enough and ended up hurting her more.

I've said this sooooo many times already, but I think rina is a relationship that's very well-built and established. Their arcs are realistic, how messy the relationship can be, and everything in between. I can understand why people ship it to a certain point, but knowing how much Ricky hurts Gina makes me reject it romantically. I'm sure they could someday have something romantic without being extraordinarily hurtful, but for now, I'm just hoping they can mend their friendship and be happy for each other. Ricky should be happy about Gina's relationship with EJ, and Gina should be happy Ricky can finally move on from his fear of change after breaking up with Nini.

Each character individually has an arc for now, it wouldn't be right to stick them together when their arcs have been established so far off.

#hsmtmts #ask kitty #portwell #rina

[jaeyunsz]

Rini I just saw the photos. It’s heeseung and jay!!! Oh my lord heeseung’s hair and the close up shot of jay😭😭😭😭

- 00 anon

heeseung looks so fucking good w the new hair!! and we dont speak about jay here, he's done, DONE. literally every single one of them look amazing, but it seems like this is going to be jay's era!

#00 anon #replies

[feeling-weirdy]

I'm well aware that what I write is well over the drabble word count limit, but honestly drabble's just a funny word and I prefer it. XD

#rini rambles #sometimes I think about that and wonder if a day will ever come that someone will call me out #calling them one shots is boring and I'm not about that life #drabble one shot drabble one shot drabble one shot #it's just more fun to say

[nini-ricky]

another rini fic comin’ at you, i hope you check this one out!!  xx

Summary: one where ricky doesn’t believe in love, can nini help him find love again?

#hsmtmts #ricky bowen #nini salazar roberts #rini #rickini #ricky x nini #i don't know how to write short one shots anymore lol

[tyonfs]

off the record

❝ go ahead and ask your questions, but i want you to ride my thigh while you do. ❞

PAIRING ▸ johnny suh x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, sports au, journalist au, fuckbuddies to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual tension, lots of teasing and flirty banter, smut (this is so self indulgent), dirty talk, oral sex (fem. receiving), squirting, orgasm denial, praise, kinda degradation, thigh riding, fingering, sex in front of a mirror, steamy scene in a shower, johnny is actually very soft, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, ft. annoying best friends chenle, jisung, and mark

SUMMARY ▸ when you get the biggest scoop on one of the sports teams, you’re determined to get in on the front page of the school newspaper. unfortunately, your only lead is the basketball team’s captain, johnny suh, and not only is he a tough nut to crack, but he’s also a little too good at distracting you.

PLAYLIST ▸ good intentions by rini • thinkin bout you by katie

WORD COUNT ▸ 12737 words

TAG LIST ▸ @leeknowsredeyeliner @geniejunn @huangberryyy @greasywall @sehunniepot @yasmini24 @gomjohnny @vantxx95 @jenoxygen @wasssuhjohnny @sadgirlroo @commentgirl @dreamycomets @sokkigarden @nohuyck @epiphany-beom @nachotequilaqueso @chitaphrrrr (+ dunk shot! tag list at the end)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for supporting this series !! this one took a while but it was so fun to write. part of the dunk shot! series but it can be read separately ♡ hope you enjoy !!

ACCORDING TO SOCRATES, YOU WERE POISON TO A STUDENT ATHLETE.

The so-called Socrates in question, named Zhong Chenle, had once told you that if he wasn’t your best friend, he would hate your guts. In the sports world, jocks and journalists didn’t seem to get along very well. Flattered, you responded to your dear friend with your middle finger.

Chenle considered himself real smart, even going as far as to compare himself to one of the greatest philosophers (hence, the nickname Socrates you deemed upon him). Yet, with this vast amount of supposed intelligence, your best friend still couldn’t seem to figure out why you were hovering around Johnny Suh like a fruit fly.

“He knows about the steroid scandal,” you explained calmly. “I just want to find out what he’s hiding.”

Zhong Chenle’s brain decided to translate this into: “I am madly in love with Johnny Suh,” so now, your stupid best friend was convinced that you had the biggest crush on the basketball team’s captain.

In his dreams. In fact, you loathed the school’s basketball team.

This burning hatred wasn’t fueled by childish reasons such as a dislike for the sport or the players themselves. The truth was, you loved sports; you even ran the sports page of your university’s newspaper, sweeping several awards for your investigative pieces and page layouts. Your grudge against the basketball team solely laid in the fact that they were overfunded.

This wasn’t a complete surprise to you. Schools tended to prioritize their sports teams over other clubs and facilities. The football team always got new equipment over the art club getting new paints; the gym always got renovated instead of the school’s orchestra getting a bigger auditorium; and the basketball team always got the funding that the school newspaper was supposed to get.

Worst of all, the sports page was getting dry. You weren’t getting anything worth reporting on other than reporting wins. A few years ago, the sports teams ran into all sorts of scandals that you could report on. Now, you couldn’t find any leads on anything remotely interesting.

Until you ran into Johnny Suh.

“Chenle, I’m not even joking,” Johnny whispered to his friend in the empty hallway. Classes were ongoing and they were hanging around during the free hours in their schedule. “I know he’s juicing. I saw it with my own eyes.”

Juicing. You were too stunned to move. Someone on the team was using steroids?

You thanked not only God but Chenle for letting you overhear this conversation.

Your friend wore a grim expression on his face. “What if he gets caught?”

“Then he’s definitely getting booted,” Johnny replied with a scoff. “What a shame. He used to be one of the best players.”

Chenle snorted. “Yeah, when he’s hopped up on steroids, apparently.”

You took a step back, moving so your back was pressed against the wall. Although you were sure they wouldn’t be able to see you, a part of you still felt exposed. Still, this was the biggest scoop of the year. If you published a piece on one of the best athletes in schools caught using steroids, everyone would eat it up.

The question was who was injecting steroids? And, more importantly, who would admit that on record to you?

There were plenty of great athletes in school: Johnny Suh was the star of the basketball team, Jung Sungchan was the Michael Phelps of the swim team, and Qian Kun was the ace of the football team. You couldn’t imagine any of them possibly using performance drugs, but you couldn’t rule anyone out just because of your own assumptions. However, your suspicions were strong on the basketball team since Johnny happened to see the person.

You had no other choice; you had to suck up to Johnny to get him to cough something valuable up. When you approached Chenle later, he refused to budge. You figured if your best friend wouldn’t tell you, it had to be something big.

“I can’t believe you heard us.” Chenle groaned, tugging a hand through his hair. “This must be how Kim Kardashian felt when her sex tape got leaked.”

You made a face. “I don’t think that’s the same thing.”

Later, you pulled out your phone and called your best friend and Editor-in-Chief of the school newspaper, Huang Renjun. You were positive he would be all for you pursuing the piece of information you overheard. It had been a long time since something interesting happened in the sports scene, after all. They were always covering up their problems behind administration before word got around to the newspaper.

“Renjun,” you whispered into the phone when he picked up. “I have the biggest scoop.”

“Why are you whispering?” Renjun asked. “Also, I’m in the middle of class right now.”

You frowned. “Why are you picking up the phone in the middle of class? You know what? I’ll talk to you about it in detail when you’re free.”

“Sure,” Renjun replied. “Meet me at the library at seven.”

You agreed and hung up. Ever since Renjun secured an internship for a company he had been dreaming to work at, he was less hard on himself about his workload. From the time you met him in your first year, he had always been putting 110% into everything he did and signing up for anything that was remotely interesting. Once he narrowed his interests down, he worked his way to becoming the Editor-in-Chief of the school newspaper in only a year.

Ever since he appointed you as the head of the sports section, you took it upon yourself to create content that would make Renjun proud. He had worked so hard to pull the newspaper together that you refused to let it go downhill.

You would even fraternize with Johnny Suh if you had to.

“Johnny!” you called out to the senior when you knew Chenle wasn’t around. Your friend was getting lunch with Mark Lee, so you could snoop for answers to your heart’s content. “You’re Johnny Suh from the basketball team, right?”

The elder stiffened up. “You’re Y/N from the school newspaper, aren’t you?”

Apparently, your reputation preceded you, although you had no idea how Johnny Suh knew you.

“You’ve heard of me?” you asked.

“Yeah, you’re Chenle’s friend,” he replied, and you nearly breathed out a sigh of relief until he continued, “The nosy reporter.”

Of course.

“Nosy reporter?” you repeated, the words bitter on your tongue. “That’s just rude and not true at—”

“So you’re not here to ask me about something?” Johnny cut in, an amused look on his face. “Something about an article?”

You faltered for a moment, struggling for words as you stammered, “Well, um… you see—”

Yet again, Johnny Suh cut you off, and you started to have a feeling he was notorious for this. “I gotta bounce. If you really wanna talk, I’ll be at Kunhang’s party tonight.”

Before you could respond, Johnny walked off without giving you any answers. Hell, he didn’t even listen to what you wanted to ask about. With a frustrated sigh, you dialed your best friend’s number. You didn’t have a problem with going to Kunhang’s party, and you were sure Chenle would help you get in if you asked, but it almost felt like Johnny was sending you on a wild goose chase. Although, you supposed you were left with no other choice.

When Chenle picked up your call, you asked, “Can I be your plus one to Kunhang’s party?”

“So,” Renjun started, his tone bordering between concerned and intrigued, “is there a reason why you showed up to the library in stilettos?”

“Because I just enjoy breaking my ankles, Renjun,” you replied, tone laced with sarcasm. “No, I’m heading to a party right after this. Chenle’s gonna pick me up in ten minutes.”

Renjun raised a brow. “I feel like this has something to do with the story you were telling me about earlier.”

Your eyes sparkled at the mention, sliding into the seat next to Renjun. He put down his pencil to give you his undivided attention, especially since you looked so excited to share. It was true; you were over-the-moon because you found something to write about that wasn’t the basketball team winning or losing a game.

“An athlete on one of our school’s teams is using steroids,” you whispered, “and I think it’s someone on the basketball team because I overheard Johnny Suh talking about it.”

Renjun looked like he had forgotten all involuntary movements and was manually blinking. He took a minute to process what you had just told him and raised his brows.

“Goddamn,” he said, impressed. “If you can get proof of that, then that could be cover-worthy.” He gave you a once-over and chuckled. “Good luck getting it out of Johnny Suh.”

You frowned. “What do you mean good luck?”

Renjun snickered, leaning back in his seat and swiveling to face you. “I’m just saying, Johnny’s a tough nut to crack. He made my brain do mental gymnastics when I was trying to ask him about the basketball team pranking the other school.” Renjun seemed to shudder at the memory. “All I asked was if he was part of it, and then he started grilling me.”

You recalled the situation all too well. Both sports teams were feuding over something trivial—something about who had the better mascot—and apparently, one team stole the other team’s flag and painted their school’s colors on it. You found the whole story silly, but it drew negative responses from the faculty.

“I think I can get to him,” you replied confidently, standing up and adjusting your purse strap. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” Renjun called out to you before you turned on your heel to walk away. As he watched your figure turn around the corner, he let out a soft sigh. “You’re gonna need it.”

Chenle was wary of your intentions for coming to the party. He eyed you suspiciously the entire car ride, but you snapped when he gave your outfit a once-over. You supposed silhouettes weren’t the ideal footwear, but they looked cute even though you were just wearing jeans and a tank top.

“What’s your deal?” you asked.

“What’s yours?” Chenle fired back. “You didn’t even want to come earlier. Did Johnny tell you to come? Y/N, I swear, if I see you guys making out in some corner, I’m bleaching my eyes immediately.”

“Okay, there will be no making out!” you interjected, gagging at the image that popped in your head. Well, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but snogging your best friend’s best friend sounded too messy. “And quit eyeing my heels. I just wanted to feel powerful.”

“I’m just saying this right now,” Chenle started, “Kunhang’s house might look all fancy, but you’re gonna regret it if you end up walking around barefoot.”

“Noted. Thanks.”

Kunhang’s house was nothing like you had expected prior to Chenle’s comment. You had braced yourself to see something along the lines of a grimy frat house being packed with drunk, sweaty teenagers. The reality was that Kunhang owned a really nice house, and watching people puke onto his perfectly manicured front lawn made you cringe a little.

The music was too loud for you to hear Chenle, so he shouted over the noise, “I’m gonna find Mark! Wanna come with?”

You considered this, but being away from your best friend was the perfect opportunity for you to corner Johnny. Plus, Mark Lee was a mess when he was drunk, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to witness that.

You got on your toes to speak in Chenle’s ear, “You go on ahead. I’ll go get a drink.”

As you watched Chenle head off to find his friend, you heard a deep voice croon in your ear, “Looking for me?”

You immediately recognized Johnny’s voice, shuddering at how his breath tickled the skin under your earlobe. A cold shiver ran down your spine once you realized just how close he was, and you turned to face him and put some distance between you two. You always thought he was attractive, but he looked incredible tonight. The loose-fitted shirt he left unbuttoned was doing wonders.

“Oh, hey,” you greeted stiffly. “Yeah, I was looking for you. Come get a drink with me?”

“You’re so direct. It’s kinda hot,” Johnny observed. He seemed to mull over your request, which was odd to you because you had never met any guy at a party who turned down a drink. “A drink—no can do! I’m playing cup pong in a few.”

“Then, I’ll just go—”

“Unless,” he started, “you be my partner.”

You frowned. “Excuse me?”

“For cup pong,” Johnny clarified, his lazy smirk taunting you. “Play cup pong with me and I’ll answer any question you want, and I’ll get a drink with you. If my aim sucks after this, though, I’m blaming it on you.”

That seemed like a fair enough deal. However, you weren’t sure if Johnny and you were on the same page. He didn’t seem to realize that you were looking into the steroid case, but you hoped he was willing to follow through with your agreement.

When you nodded, Johnny followed you to where all the drinks were laid out. Half the bottles were nearly empty and the others were only half-full. You pulled out a red dixie cup from the bag and inspected it carefully; part of you didn’t trust these frat boys to distribute anything hygienic.

When you handed your cup to Johnny, you were caught off guard by the sharp glare he sent your way.

“Don’t ever let other people pour your drinks for you!” he scolded. “They could lace them!”

Johnny was practically yelling over the music, and you were sure every frat boy in the room had heard him loud and clear. You didn’t even have to worry about your drink getting spiked anymore because no one in their right mind would try with the D-1 athlete stationed at your side.

“If ice sinky, don’t drinky,” were the very wise words of Johnny Suh. “If bubbles last for infinity, they want your virginity.” You looked up at him, somewhat impressed with the mnemonic he created. When you thought he was done, he continued, “If the drink is foggy, then it’s dodgy.”

“Wow,” you praised dully. “You’re so good at this. It’s almost concerning.”

“If you see the color change, get out of range—”

“Okay, yes, thank you, Rupi Kaur,” you interrupted, holding up a hand to silence the captain. “Understood. I’ll pour my own drinks and I won’t leave them unattended.”

Johnny grinned. “Good girl.”

You weren’t one for pet names, but Johnny Suh calling you good girl had you feeling some sort of way. He clearly saw how it affected you, but you turned away before he could make any comment about it. Observing the line of drinks, you selected the one with the most alcohol left in the bottle.

Johnny grimaced when he watched you eyeball your shot and then down it almost immediately. It was not smooth going down, and you felt like your esophagus was on fire. You coughed repeatedly, hitting your chest while it burned.

“There was a lot of alcohol left for a reason,” Johnny said. “That was Fireball.”

“Never again,” you vowed in a hoarse voice.

Johnny chuckled and downed his shot of tequila, showing little to no reaction. It was almost funny how he was the complete opposite of Chenle. Once, your best friend took a shot of whiskey and passed out on the floor of your living room. Since then, he received the nickname “one-shot wonder,” courtesy of you and Park Jisung.

“Come on, babe.” Johnny grabbed both your shoulders and steered you in the direction of a ping pong table crowded by pretty sorority girls. “You’re helping me win the gold.”

“The gold?” you asked. “There’s actually a prize?”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied cheerily. “A goldfish.”

“A goldfish? That’s so la—” You cut yourself off when you saw the large orange fish swimming around a small bowl. Your eyes zeroed in on the aquatic creature. “I want it.”

“That’s the spirit!” Johnny cheered as he moved you to one end of the table and stood behind you. Across from you were Wong Kunhang and his best friend, Liu Yangyang. Johnny pointed a finger at them. “Kunhang, Yangyang, we’re kicking your asses tonight.”

Yangyang snorted. “As if.”

“You don’t even go here, Yangyang,” you sneered. Yangyang and you had never officially introduced yourselves to each other, but you ran into him a couple of times when you were in charge of taking pictures for basketball games. “I wouldn’t get too confident on someone else’s turf.”

“We’ll see about that, Sherlock Holmes,” Yangyang taunted.

“God, you’re just so popular, aren’t you?” Johnny teased you, his hand coming to pinch your side. You yelped, looking up at him with wide, bewildered eyes. “I’m gonna have to mark you up before someone takes you away.”

Your cheeks burned at Johnny’s comment, but thankfully, Kunhang spoke up before you were able to respond. “Alright, let’s get started already,” he said with a grin. “Ladies first?”

You hated feeding into sexism, but you also liked going first, so you took the ping pong ball from Kunhang.

It had been a while since you played actual cup pong, but you had plenty of practice on Game Pigeon, so it couldn’t be all that different. You were proud to say that you had beaten Jisung at virtual cup pong about twelve times in a row, so you could say that you were prepared to win. Playing against two basketball players was definitely unnerving, though.

You squinted, trying to aim the ball at one of the cups toward the back, and you flicked your wrist. Part of you was glad that Johnny wasn’t being overbearing by trying to show you the proper techniques; you wanted to do this your way. Thankfully, the ball followed a perfect curve into one of the middle cups in the back row.

“That’s my girl!” Johnny cheered, slamming his hand on the edge of the table and knocking a few of your own cups over. “Oops, my bad.”

The rest of the game continued smoothly, getting tense toward the end when both teams only had one cup left. You were sure that Kunhang would get the ball in yours, but it rolled off the rim and caused Yangyang to cry out in dismay. Johnny managed to save your game by expertly throwing the ping pong ball into their cup.

You both won the fish.

You had never felt so alive.

You cheered loudly, throwing yourself into Johnny’s arms in a moment of pure ecstasy. He laughed and grabbed your waist, a little startled and taken aback by your bold move. It took you a second to realize how close you were to Johnny and what you just did to him. While Yangyang and Kunhang were mourning the loss of your newly-won fish, you and Johnny were staring into each other’s eyes—a little transfixed, a little lustful.

You broke apart, turning around and ignoring the fact that the way Johnny’s jeans hugged his thighs was so sinful. Instead, you retrieved your prize from Kunhang, admiring your new fish swimming around in its bowl. You smiled fondly and turned to Johnny.

“What should we name it?” you asked.

“You go ahead and name it. I’m sure whatever name you choose will be perfect.” He bent down for a closer look. “I think she’s a girl. Females have rounder bodies.”

You hummed for a moment. “Let’s name her Ursula.”

Johnny snorted almost instantly. “God, that’s a terrible name.”

“I thought you said anything I chose would be perfect!”

“Yes, well, I said that before you went ahead and chose an ugly name,” Johnny replied with a scoff, “but I like it. Ursula has character.” You weren’t very convinced, but you decided that was the nicest thing he’d say about it.

You raised a brow at him, slightly offended. “Also, don’t think I forgot about our deal. I still want my answers.”

A slow grin spread across Johnny’s face before he spoke, “I haven’t forgotten either. Let’s go upstairs, unless you prefer a quieter setting.”

“Well, it’s not exactly a conversation I’d want people walking in on,” you said.

Johnny was definitely misunderstanding your intentions, but oddly enough, you weren’t sure you minded him having his way with you. You weren’t sure if it was the atmosphere or the way he was looking at you, but you were longing for him right now. However, Johnny drank most of your shots from cup pong, so you didn’t think it was a good idea for him to drive while under the influence.

“My place then?” Johnny suggested, the corner of his lip hitching up. “It’s within walking distance.”

“Fine,” you agreed, “but I’m bringing Ursula too, so don’t walk too fast.”

You were reassured knowing Jisung was at home and sober in case Chenle needed a ride back. Plus, you figured Chenle would crash at Kunhang’s place with Mark, anyway. Still, you sent him a heads-up so that he wouldn’t have to worry about you.

you: hey sooo i don’t think i’ll need a ride back

lele: you’re with johnny aren’t you

you: :]

lele: no worries i won't be able to see the road after i bleach my eyes anyway

you: muah muah <3

lele: use protection

You snorted at Chenle’s text, reacting with a thumbs up before putting your phone away. To your surprise, Johnny was tame for the entire walk home. He engaged in civil conversation, acting as if you were just two friends catching up. You were surprised at how easy it was to get along with him; he had something to say about every single thing you mentioned, from complimenting your interests to showing interest in your goals and aspirations.

By the time you were nearing Johnny’s apartment, you were almost certain that he had completely forgotten about wanting to hook up with you. He was being so casual that you assumed he would just keep things friendly.

Oh, how terribly wrong you were.

The moment you stepped inside Johnny’s apartment, he swiftly pinned you to the door, reaching over to lock it once it closed. You gasped and held your hand over the fish bowl to keep it from spilling over.

“Ready for our interview?” Johnny asked, voice all light and cheery. His confidence almost made it seem like he was the one interviewing you.

After helping you set Ursula’s fish bowl on his coffee table, Johnny led you in the direction of his room. Your head was so clouded that you forgot all the questions that were buzzing in your head. Renjun would surely kill you if you were sleeping with your suspect instead of grilling him, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Nice poster,” you complimented once you were in Johnny’s room, relieved by how much cleaner it was compared to the rooms in the frat house. “I didn’t peg you as someone who liked AC/DC.”

“I didn’t peg you as someone who knew AC/DC,” Johnny replied with a grin, pulling you down to straddle his lap once he sat down. You shifted a little to get comfortable, heart thundering in your chest when his hands dropped to your hips. “Maybe we should get to know each other more.”

You pouted. “But my interview…”

“Go ahead and ask your questions,” he said, grabbing your hips a little tighter to move you higher on one of his thighs. His voice dropped by an octave when he murmured, “But I want you to ride my thigh while you do.”

Dirty talk never turned you on unless you were in the mood, and no guy had ever been able to woo the pants right off you. However, Johnny’s words burned deep into your core, making you shudder and start rolling your hips against his muscle on his command. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he guided your hips slowly, lips attaching to your collarbone to press slow, open-mouthed kisses.

“So shameless,” he growled, breath hot against your skin. “Coming all the way to my bedroom and getting fucked just for an interview.” You could feel his smirk grow on your neck. “You reporters are something else.”

“Yeah?” you breathed out. “You’re the one hitting on one.”

Johnny hummed against your skin, making you whine when the kisses stopped. “Take off your jeans.”

“Is someone on the basketball team using steroids?” you blurted out.

Johnny stilled at the sudden question, leaning back to make sure you were dead serious. When he saw your stony expression, he let out a short bark of laughter, eyes full of disbelief. Despite his shock, he didn’t stop his slow, torturous movements, dragging your hips along his thigh. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning and to keep a steel gaze on Johnny.

“Where’d you get steroids from?” he asked, tugging down the zipper of your jeans but keeping his eyes fixed on you.

“I heard you talking to Chenle,” you explained. “You said something about seeing someone juicing.”

Johnny chuckled, hanging his head. You thought he was going to give up and spill everything, but he started laughing instead. “First of all, this is all off the record.”

You raised a brow at him, impressed. Not many people who weren’t interested in journalism knew of the terminology.

“Even if someone was using steroids, what’s it to you?” he continued. You stiffened and Johnny pulled your weight down on his thigh more firmly, rousing a whimper from your lips. He cooed, “Don’t get so serious, Y/N.”

“Why won’t you tell me what you know?” you complained. “I need a good article.”

“And you’ll get one,” he mumbled, voice velvety and smooth, “but some things are better left unsaid.”

“I’m still gonna get that interview in the morning,” you muttered.

“Sure you will.”

Your hand curled into Johnny’s hair when he started pressing kisses to your neck again. He snaked his hand down the front of your pants, chuckling against your skin when you squirmed under his hand.

“Easy,” he mumbled. “Is it okay if I touch you here?”

You nodded, encouraging Johnny to keep palming you, but questioned, “Shouldn’t you ask that before you touch me there?”

“Let’s cover all the bases right now then,” he said. “How far do you wanna go and when should I stop?”

You were glad you were having this conversation with Johnny, but after being tormented by his slow ministrations, you were at your limit. “Johnny, just fuck me already,” you whined. “I better not be able to walk tomorrow morning.”

Johnny’s mouth parted in surprise, but it slowly morphed into a smirk before he leaned in and sealed his lips over yours. You were taken aback at first, but you placed your hands on his shoulders and kissed him back, sighing blissfully when you two fell into a steady rhythm.

It grew more intense, but you wanted more. His tongue was doing wonders in your mouth, and you could only imagine how the rest of his performance would be. Johnny pulled your body infinitely closer, and you suddenly remembered your earlier conversation with Chenle about fucking his best friend. You grimaced, but the moment Johnny’s hands ran down your back, all abstinence was launched aside.

When you felt Johnny’s hands grip your ass, you couldn’t stop the broken whimper in your throat. For the basketball player, it was a knee-jerk reaction; he yanked his body back, heavy pants from his lips as he took a moment to open his eyes and look at you.

Johnny almost looked like he was in a trance when he maneuvered you, getting you off his lap and pushing you back onto his bed. He situated himself in the space between your thighs, hands positioned on either side of you.

“You know,” he started, heavy and hot breaths warming your skin, “you’re really cute, but let’s see how good you taste.”

“Is this a good idea?” you asked before he could pounce. “I mean, with Chenle being our mutual friend and everything.”

“Oh, no, this is definitely a terrible idea.” Johnny’s words unnerved you, but his tone was so cheery that you were thrown in for a loop. “But you’re too hot for me to care about what Chenle thinks about us together.”

“Fair enough.”

His hands moved down from your hips, gliding across your skin until they were gripping your knees. First, he peeled off your shirt, pressing slow kisses to the swell of your breasts. You sucked in your bottom lip when he removed your pants, then your underwear, teasing it down your ankles and chuckling at how wet you were. You were almost mortified by how slow he was going, but Johnny only smirked as he rubbed slow circles into your thigh.

Then, he was between your legs, leering at your exposed cunt. Being so vulnerable in front of someone was terrifying, and you wanted to turn and hide away at first. After you sensed no judgement in his eyes, laying bare in front of Johnny wasn’t all that overwhelming. In fact, you felt rather comfortable being nude in front of him.

One slow, languid lick along your folds was enough to make you start squirming. Johnny’s teasing was so lewd and torturous, but you knew he was only messing with you so that he could hear you moan and whimper. Eventually, you gave into his request when he skillfully circled his tongue around your clit, pressing a slow kiss to the hood.

“G-god, Johnny,” you stuttered out, an edge of frustration to your words at how unbearably slow he was going.

He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through your core. “Patience, doll.”

He started to lap at your folds, assisting by using his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit. He had to use his body weight to force your hips down, punishing you with a slower rhythm whenever you would cry out and buck your hips. He was building up the anticipation a little too well—so well that you were starting to forget why you were here in the first place.

Forget that. You didn’t even want to know. You were so tangled up and woven in Johnny that you only wanted to fall deeper.

You never thought about having a kink, but you were starting to rethink whether you had a praise kink or not when Johnny started murmuring things like “you’re doing so good” and “you’re so pretty.” When his words of affirmation got even dirtier, you were done for.

You were taken by surprise when Johnny jammed his tongue into your cunt. He had been teasing it along your entrance, and now he was abusing your poor clit with his fingers and eating you out like there was no tomorrow. You thought scenarios like these were reserved for porn films, but you were arching your back and squirming wildly under him. Each moan from your lips only encouraged Johnny further, inspiring him to slip a finger alongside his tongue.

Your legs started to shake by this point. You could feel the warmth building up under your skin, spreading across your body. As if Johnny could perceive your building orgasms himself, he pulled away with a cocky smirk on his lips.

You frowned. “Are you—”

You were cut short when you saw him get on his knees to unbuckle his pants. From your angle, Johnny looked breathtaking with his hair falling into his face and his eyes darkening out of pure lust. You nearly choked when you saw how huge his bulge looked through his boxers. It should really be illegal to pack that much.

“Ready for my cock?” he asked, an amused lilt to his voice. “Or are you too busy enjoying the view?”

When he tugged his boxers down, revealing his girth in full glory, you swore you were going to pass out after this was over. He was way too big. You had no idea how all of him would fit inside you.

“Go ahead,” you said, tugging at his shirt to pull him down again. You were desperate to run your hands through his hair—anything to feel grounded.

You let out a stuttering breath when you felt Johnny’s cock slide into your wet cunt. Your walls were clenching at the intrusion, and Johnny couldn’t even fit his entire length in until you adjusted to his size. You were blinking away stars while digging your nails into his shoulders. Johnny’s lips were so dangerously close to yours, but he was enjoying your reactions more.

When your walls started to ease up on him, Johnny started to pound into you. Slow thrusts that morphed into quicker, sharper ones. He was reaching places you had never discovered yourself, and the sensation left you with toe-curling, back-arching pleasure.

“J-Johnny,” you breathed out, one hand holding onto his shoulder for dear life and the other tracing his jaw. “You feel so good.”

His cock throbbed inside you, making you cry out a little before Johnny sealed his lips over yours in a fit of passion. He let go of your waist to rub your clit in slow circles, bringing you to the rim of your orgasm again. This time, with his cock sliding over your g-spot and his finger working on your sensitive ball of nerves, the warning felt more intense.

“Almost there,” you gasped, pulling away from his lips so you could throw your head back and let the feeling wash over you. Your legs started to shake again, and the pleasure crashed over you.

His movements were earth-shattering. This was how supernovas began. This was how stars exploded and died.

“Fuck,” Johnny growled, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust.

You came undone in his arms, eyes closing shut and lips framing a loud moan that you later realized was Johnny’s name. It sounded so raw and foreign—a sound you never thought could be produced from your throat. You were still stuck in your wave of pleasure, being thrown about while Johnny kept fucking you through it. He wanted you to get as much as you could out of your orgasm. You felt like you were drowning for a long time, consumed by nothing but how good you felt.

Johnny grunted and pulled out to cum over your stomach. You could barely register it, still recovering from your mind-blowing orgasm. You had to reorient yourself, so you just stared at the ceiling, a faraway look in your eyes as you caught your breath.

“Damn,” Johnny finally said, voice spent and heavy. He was looking down in awe before he met your eyes. “I’m bringing you to the next water gun fight.”

Only then did you realize you squirted. You were so caught up in your pleasure that you didn’t realize your cum had shot all over Johnny’s thigh.

Either way, the water gun comment was absolutely foul.

“I was gonna tell you how good you were,” you said, starting to laugh, “but you just turned me off so fast.”

“Forgive me, my Swiffer WetJet.”

“Okay, that was my last straw.”

Johnny was, at heart, a gentleman.

He cleaned you up after you two went at it a second time, and then let you wear one of his sweaters to bed. (He even offered to pay for your now-ruined underwear, but you declined). You slept like a baby that night, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were nestled in Johnny’s arms, but it definitely helped that he spooned you.

In the morning, Johnny made you breakfast. You got to choose between chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes. You eventually settled with chocolate chip because chocolate, to your knowledge, was an aphrodisiac.

(You didn’t end up fucking Johnny after that, though, so maybe choosing chocolate was a miscalculation.)

You wondered if Johnny was this hospitable to all of his hookups. If this was the treatment one received from screwing around with Johnny Suh, then you were tempted to go back for more.

“How good was I last night?” Johnny asked before he was about to drop you off. “You were staring at my cock for so long.”

You snorted. “I was just thinking about how it was like fitting a USB cable into an iPhone port.”

This got a laugh out of him along with plenty more kisses. You were pleasantly surprised with how passionate Johnny Suh was. It completely shattered the fuckboy image you created of him.

The basketball captain drove you back to your place afterward, and he even let you keep his sweater, saying you could give it back whenever you felt like it. You teased him saying he would never see it again, and, to your surprise, Johnny didn’t look opposed. The man even walked you all the way to your door, which was very unnecessary, but you didn’t object.

When you opened the door and were about to walk in, Johnny grabbed your wrist. “Hey,” he started.

You looked up at him, alarmed. “Yeah?”

“You left Ursula at my place.”

You were horrified. How could you forget your fish? Moreover, you were initially expecting something more romantic or sentimental from Johnny, but now you just felt like a bad parent.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “Please don’t let her die. I’ll come pick her up this evening maybe.”

Johnny chuckled and slid an arm around your waist to tug you closer. “Good. That was my strategy to invite you over again.”

You had no time to respond before Johnny pressed a slow kiss to your lips, fingers grazing your chin with utmost sincerity. You closed your eyes and melted into his touch, lips moving against his in perfect sync. When he pulled away, you were met with the most dazzling grin before Johnny pulled away. He winked at you and made his way back to his car, leaving you dazed at your doorstep.

You heard a loud cough from behind you, seeing a ragged-looking Zhong Chenle with a mug of coffee in his hands. If looks could kill, you would be a pile of dust under your best friend’s gaze.

“Clorox,” Chenle mumbled, barely audible.

You tried to wait a second to register what he said, but you still couldn’t understand. “I’m sorry, what?”

Chenle fixed you with a withering look. “Clorox!” he repeated loudly. “I desperately need to bleach my eyes for what I just witnessed.”

“You know, that’s just going to blind you,” you reminded. “The mental image is still gonna be in your head.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Take a baseball bat to my skull then, will you?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re being ridiculous, Chenle. All we did was kiss.” When you shrugged off your jacket and turned back to him, you noticed your best friend fixing you with a look. “What?”

“I know you guys fucked. Why else would Johnny be taking you back the next morning?” he countered. “Mark, Jisung, back me up on this.”

As if on cue, the other two peeked from behind the kitchen island, guilty as if they were convicts. Mark Lee looked more queasy, which you supposed was the effect of his hangover, and Park Jisung looked like he hadn’t expected Chenle to call them out. They both cowered even more under your gaze.

“Mark, tell her what you think,” Chenle ordered.

“Well, we don’t really know the whole story,” Mark mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He skirted around the counter and sat on the bar stool. “We don’t know the whole story, so, um… we don’t know for sure yet. Johnny’s a nice guy, so maybe he just let her sleep over.”

“Okay, so, Mark’s stupid,” Chenle declared. “Jisung, you’re next.”

Jisung blinked when everyone turned to him. “Yeah, I think they fucked,” he deadpanned.

You groaned, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. It wasn’t like you hated sex with Johnny nor were you ashamed of it, but something about sleeping with your best friend’s friend made you a little uneasy. You felt like you were breaking a million rules in the Friend Code.

“Okay, yes, we fucked,” you admitted with a sigh. Jisung and Chenle exchanged a high-five while Mark slumped in defeat. “It’s not that big of a deal though!”

“We’ll see about that.” Chenle snorted. “One does not simply stop wanting to fuck Johnny Suh after one time.”

You raised a brow. “Are you speaking from experience?” The sarcasm was clear in your tone, but you wanted to piss off your friend. Chenle spluttered for a moment while Mark and Jisung broke into a fit of laughter.

Jisung glanced at his phone and pocketed it, glancing at his friends before heading to the door. “I’ll be back later. Y/N, keep us updated if you screw Johnny Suh again.”

“I’m not screwing Johnny Suh again!” you yelled after him, but Jisung was already out the door. It wasn’t odd for him to make spontaneous plans, but he usually provided some kind of warning. “What’s up with him?”

“The dance team’s funding’s been wiped clean,” Chenle explained. “People think their coach is gonna be charged with embezzlement.”

“The dance coach?” you asked, frowning. “He’s always been so nice.”

“Jisung’s been going to teach them for free,” Mark spoke up. “You know, while the coach is dealing with admin and stuff.”

“That’s terrible,” you said, a little distant.

You didn’t think anything like that could happen, and something dark and twisted in you considered writing about it. It felt wrong, but you knew Renjun would jump at the opportunity to cover such a scandalous story. Your once boring paper was now being filled with articles on steroids and fraud; you wondered if this was all just some coincidence.

From the unsettled look on Mark’s face, you weren’t so sure it was.

So, Chenle was right.

You did end up going back to Johnny’s place (for research purposes, of course).

You were currently grinding against his lap, whimpering from both the friction and how his tongue laid flat on your collarbone before tracing up your neck. You swiveled your hips a little to taunt him, to see if he’d finally give in and give you what you wanted, but Johnny didn’t budge. He used it to his own advantage instead, bucking his hips back against yours and rousing sweet moans from your lips.

“J-Just tell me about the steroids,” you whined.

“Of course you’re here for that damn interview,” he grunted, attaching his full lips back to your neck to litter your skin with hickies.

“Perceptive, aren’t you?” you retorted, your hold on his shoulder tightening when he started marking you up.

“I’m actually very perceptive,” Johnny pointed out. “Like, for example, when you walked in, I could tell you were horny.” You let out a groan, shaking your head at his observation. “What? I was right.”

“Yeah, anyone could tell I was horny, idiot,” you said. “I was literally ripping my bra off while I was closing your door.”

Johnny chuckled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned in for a kiss, starting with a few gentle pecks that turned into a desperate dance of tongues. You cupped his face, moving to cradle it when his passion intensified. You had never been kissed like this before, and Johnny took your breath away every single time.

You nearly jumped when you felt Johnny’s hand slip down your pants. You pulled away from the kiss, panting and winded, and you looked down at where he touched you.

You couldn’t tell if the captain appreciated this or not.

“You wanna watch yourself get fucked?” Johnny asked darkly. He chuckled at your flustered expression and turned you around, manhandling your thighs to get you to face his full-length mirror on his door. He spread your legs once again and rubbed you through your shorts. “You like that, hm?”

You reached behind to tug your hand through his hair, spreading your legs wider so he had easier access. “Johnny, just tell me who—”

You cut yourself off with a soft cry when Johnny pressed down on that one spot that made you yelp. Hastily, Johnny unbuttoned your shorts to get to your panties. He slid his hand down the front and started circling your clit with two fingers. His motions were agonizingly slow, but his preciseness made you shudder.

You whined and tugged at the hem of your panties. “J-just take these off.”

He ignored your hand and continued his ministrations. “You’re doing it by my rules today.”

“What? Why?” you breathed out, squirming when he found the perfect rhythm.

Johnny didn’t respond, continuing to circle your sensitive ball of nerves with full concentration. He bit down on the fleshy part of your neck, peppering the area with kisses as he rubbed your clit. You were a moaning mess on top of him, hips rutting forward every now and then for more contact.

Seeing yourself writhing around made you even more shy, and if Johnny didn’t grab ahold of your chin, you would’ve turned your head away. You could only watch as he finger-fucked you and smirked at your fucked-out expression.

The great thing was that when Johnny was right there, he stayed there. He stayed there until your pretty lips were parting and your legs started to tremble. He stayed there until you flushed all over and your eyes glazed over.

“You close?” he murmured in your ear, speeding up.

You could feel the pressure building deep in your core. Warmth bloomed under your skin, and you knew you were on the brink of letting go. Your clit was so sensitive that a simple rub through your underwear brought you closer to your orgasm.

“Close,” you echoed, your voice coming out in a breath with a newfound sense of urgency. All you wanted was for Johnny to finish you off. “So close.”

“Fuck.”

When Johnny pressed down a little more, you unraveled in front of him.

You gasped, but Johnny moved his hand to grab the back of your neck and sealed your lips with a kiss. You whimpered against him while he fingered your clit through your orgasm. Your pussy convulsed as he palmed you repeatedly. You wanted to reprimand yourself for coming apart so easily in front of him, but you could only melt into his kiss as you rode out your high.

Once Johnny had worked your clit until it was sore, he pulled away to look at you. His breaths were hot and ragged, even though you were the one who was being stimulated the entire time.

“By the way,” Johnny said, eyes boring into yours, “I’m so tired of your interview questions.”

Your chest rose and fell at a steady rhythm while you tried to catch your breath. “I don’t care,” you said.

Somehow, this seemed to turn Johnny on. Your brain didn’t even spend the time to register whether it was strange or not. You were so hazy from your orgasm that you just wanted to be close to Johnny.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

And, of course, you complied.

It was half a week later while you were reaching under the welcome mat for Johnny’s key when you started to wonder if you had been spending too much time with him.

He was out buying liquor for Jaehyun’s party, so he gave you permission to invite yourself in. Being involved with Johnny Suh was odd because you were making all sorts of connections that you would never have made before.

Since Johnny was good friends with players from the rival school, he had been dragging you along to their parties and introducing you. You gathered quite a lot about them: Jeong Jaehyun was the dictionary definition of a golden boy, Na Jaemin was incredibly hot but impassive, Lee Jeno was a sweetheart, Yuta Nakamoto was too flirty for his own good, and Liu Yangyang was, as usual, annoying.

You enjoyed Johnny’s company, though. Thankfully, the both of you were open about wanting to keep seeing each other. With that out in the open, you two could stop intentionally leaving stuff at each other’s houses to pick up later. Your last straw was you left your bra at his place (unfortunately, right before he threw a party), and a drunk Lee Taeyong held it up and asked whose it was.

Your phone started ringing, and although you found the ringer bothersome, you picked it up when you realized it was Johnny calling.

“What’s up?” you asked, sandwiching your phone between your shoulder and cheek.

“I’m pulling into the driveway,” Johnny said, and you shifted a little to see if you could see him. “Are you inside?”

“Almost, I’m opening—”

When you opened the door and walked into Johnny’s house, the sight in front of you was enough to make your stomach drop.

“J-Johnny,” you whimpered into the phone. “I need you here right now.”

In seconds, you could hear Johnny’s car park and the sound of a door opening and slamming shut. His footsteps grew louder until he was at the doorstep, the concern heavy in his brows. He had left the plastic bags of liquor in the car, and you were somewhat glad he did because he looked like he would’ve let them drop to the ground when he saw the state you were in.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Johnny rushed over to you and cupped your face in his large hands. “What happened? I’m here. Are you hurt?”

You sniffled, choking down a sob. You were sure you would start bawling if you tried to talk, so you pointed to the dead fish in its tank while a few tears made their way down your cheeks.

Whatever concern was drawn over Johnny’s face had washed away instantly. “Are you kidding?” he mumbled.

“Johnny!” you scolded. “Ursula died! Have some heart.”

“To be fair, I’d also want to die if someone named me Ursula.”

“Johnny!”

“She was a fish from Kunhang’s party!” he argued. “I’m sure she was like, one fin in the fish grave, anyway.”

“But she’s our pet!”

“You left her with me!”

You folded your arms across your chest. “If you didn’t have what it took to be a parent, then maybe you shouldn’t have won her with me.”

“She’s a fish! Plus, I was forced into parenthood!” Johnny ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, look, I’ll help bury Ursula with you and then we can cuddle, okay?”

“Don’t try to turn this on me. You wanted that fish first.” You were about to coldly refuse him, but your face softened at his offer. “I guess I’d like that.”

In that moment, you experienced a stupidly excited jolt of your heart. It was the way Johnny Suh’s warmth enveloped your body that made you think this is it, and you had never wanted anything more than him.

Him.

You wanted him.

You wanted Johnny to keep looking at you in that tender way, like you were the whole world; you wanted him to keep holding you like the rest of the world melted away; you wanted him to keep calling your name with that teasing inflection in his voice that you’ve grown to love; and, moreover, you wanted to be someone to him.

Because, without even realizing it, without any formal preamble of your heart fluttering and clenching, you had fallen hard for Johnny Suh.

A few weeks had gone by, and you had seen Johnny more than you saw your own roommates.

You weren’t complaining because the sex was really, really good, but something felt odd about how much time you spent with the basketball team’s captain. When you weren’t having sex, you were cuddling or talking about your day. You even spent an entire day watching trashy rom-coms and shitting on them with Johnny. The intimacy was starting to freak you out.

You weren’t sure it was normal to smile when you thought of running your fingers across Johnny’s sun-kissed skin.

It definitely wasn’t normal to kick your legs like a lovesick teenager while you were FaceTiming him, watching as he set up a fish tank for Ursula Jr., who you two decided to buy because Ursula’s loss was too much for you.

And it most definitely wasn’t normal to invite Johnny over for “cuddle nights” where you both just held each other and watched Netflix (which would be quickly forgotten once Johnny’s lips found yours).

johnny: ursula jr misses you

you: ursula is a fish you: i don’t think a fish can be capable of missing someone

johnny: not true!

you: plus i’m a terrible fish mom

johnny: okay that’s true

you: ihy you: so this was your way of subtly inviting me over huh

johnny: something like that johnny: did it work :)

you: no <3

johnny: goodbye i'm gonna go pull an ophelia in hamlet

“You’re smiling,” Chenle pointed out one night while you were forking salad into your mouth.

You made the conscious effort to stop the corners of your lips from hitching up. “Shut up.”

“Johnny’s really into you, you know?” Chenle mentioned with a snort. “He asked me for girl advice. I spend my weekends watching One Piece with Jisung, and Johnny Suh asked me for girl advice. Do you know how sad that is? I told him to just beat his meat and call it a day.”

“I can tell,” you replied, holding a hand up to hide the fact that you were talking with your mouth full. “He’s invited me out nearly every night this week. I’m almost tempted to say I’m not like the other girls.”

Chenle mockingly gagged. “Say that again and maybe he’ll rethink his feelings.” You snorted a little, but then Chenle’s expression grew serious. “Are you gonna date him?”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Chenle pressed. He followed you all the way to the kitchen where you were putting away your bowl. You swore that your best friend was a fruit fly in his past life, constantly hovering around and irritating you. “What does oh mean?”

Initially, Chenle seemed the most unsettled by the you-and-Johnny thing. Along the way, he seemed to realize there were probably worse things in the world than his two best friends hooking up. Failing a midterm was bad. Sleeping through a final was disastrous. Thankfully, Mark Lee encountered a lot of misfortunes, so you could thank him for Chenle’s newly-rooted fears. Now, however, your best friend was being far more annoying than when he was opposed to the whole you-and-Johnny thing.

“Jeez, lay off.” You huffed. “I just haven’t thought about dating him.”

“Yes, you have.”

“Okay, yes, I have,” you admitted with a sigh, “but how does something like that even come up?”

That wasn’t, however, one of your main concerns. The real reason you weren’t starting anything with Johnny Suh was because you still had an article to write. First and foremost, Johnny was your strongest lead (as stubborn as he was). And, despite how you felt about him, there was still a sliver of doubt that he could’ve been the one juicing.

You hated yourself for thinking that way. In fact, you would’ve rather it been anyone but Johnny Suh. No matter how much you racked your brain and went through all the details, you couldn’t seem to place a finger on anyone else.

Later, when you found yourself in the newspaper production room, typing away listlessly, you heard someone walk up behind you. You shut your laptop immediately to hide the fact that you were writing an essay instead of your investigative piece.

“How’s that article coming along?” Renjun asked, hitting you over the head with a rolled-up newspaper.

Oh right, the deadline was coming up.

How were you going to explain to your best friend that you had been screwing around with Johnny Suh for the past few weeks? That your only lead was an expert on distracting you from your task? Of course, this was all on you, but Johnny’s head game was perfect for easing your guilt.

However, Renjun was in Editor-in-Chief mode right now. If you tried to beat around the bush, you would end up six feet under.

Instead, you smiled all big, brimming with faux confidence. “It’s going great! Don’t even worry about me.”

Despite his raised brow, Renjun seemed mostly convinced. He never doubted your abilities to get something done, and that filled you with even more guilt. You had been so keen on getting something good on the paper, but now it had all slipped your mind after fooling around with Johnny.

Maybe this was his plan all along. Maybe he was intentionally trying to distract you so that you wouldn’t find out who the actual culprit was.

Maybe, just maybe, it was actually Johnny himself.

But you wouldn’t believe that until you saw it with your own eyes.

The lion’s den was empty.

When you committed to investigating the issue for your piece, you expected to listen in on some conversations and call people in for interviews. You never expected you would go this far for your article, and perhaps your dedication was what scared you. On the other hand, Renjun would be proud and the school newspaper would sweep a few awards if you published something this good.

Your task was simple: look through Johnny Suh’s locker for any evidence of him using steroids. You weren’t sure if you were prepared to see any pills or needles, but when you opened his locker, you were greeted by absolutely nothing that raised suspicion.

Some sweaty shirts, rolls of socks you would never dream of touching, and some sticks of deodorant.

Disappointed, you closed Johnny’s locker. Maybe he wasn’t stupid enough to keep it at school, but you were still determined to find out if he was the culprit or if it was another athlete. Before you could think about your next move, though, you felt a hand clasp over your mouth.

A muffled cry escaped your lips, struggling against the man’s hold. When he wrapped an arm around your waist, you immediately identified him as the owner of the locker himself. You could recognize those biceps anywhere. You quieted down when you heard a chorus of chatter from the entrance of the locker room.

Fuck, was all you could think.

The basketball team was already here and Johnny was dragging you out of the premises like you were getting kicked out of some club. Your eyes were practically bugging out of your head when Johnny let go of you in one of the shower stalls. He closed the curtain behind him and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Why’d you bring me here?” you asked, perturbed and highly conscious of the half-naked man in front of you. You couldn’t lie, though; his ripped abs were quite the treat. “Isn’t there an exit?”

“Yeah, to the gym, where our coach is waiting,” Johnny replied with a scoff, voice lowered only for you to hear. “You’re gonna stay here until they leave.” When you nodded, Johnny grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him. “Stand on my shoes.”

You did as he said, realizing that people could probably see your feet from under the curtain. Despite how awkward the situation was, being this close to Johnny Suh was making you feel a little winded.

“Dude, are you showering?” Mark Lee called from the locker room. “Before practice?”

Johnny grumbled and reached for the shower handle, cranking it to the hottest temperature. “I am now.”

You hid your gasp in Johnny’s chest when you felt yourself get drenched. Then, all you could think about was how bitter you were about the impressive water pressure in the showers. The school must have spent a fortune on yet another luxury for the basketball team.

“Are you crazy?” you whispered to him.

“Are you?” he fired back. “I already told you I’m not using steroids. Why won’t you listen to me?”

You raised a brow at him. “And how am I supposed to know you’re telling the truth? You could very well be lying to save your skin.”

Johnny stammered before taking in a deep breath, closing his eyes and everything to exhale his frustration. “Alright,” he started slowly. “I’ll help you with your little investigation as long as you stop doing shit like this.”

“Fine,” you agreed. For a moment, you almost believe Johnny wholeheartedly, but you became wary of his intentions when he pinched your side. “Ow! Cut it out.”

“Can’t help it,” he said coolly. “You look so hot when you’re all wet and angry.”

Normally, you would have flipped out on him for such a comment, but this time, you merely glanced up at him, then trailed your gaze down his chest and to his abs. You reached out to trace the v-line you could see carved onto his hips, dipping down into his shorts. Johnny let out a shudder but didn’t have half the mind to stop your hand.

“You look pretty hot yourself,” you observed, “but I’m still gonna kill you for getting me soaked in my clothes.”

The chatter started to die down in the locker room, indicating that the players were filing into the gym. At the same time, a slow smirk spread across Johnny’s face.

“Then how about you take them off?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you pushed at his chest, trying to ignore the fact that he was so close and skillfully cornering you. “Shut up,” you mumbled. “You’re just trying to fuck me so I can forget about the steroid thing.”

“Do you seriously think that?” Johnny asked, and despite his voice hardly being a whisper, you could hear how incredulous he sounded. “Why would I want to fuck you for any other reason other than the fact that I’m crazy for you?”

You froze.

For a moment, all you could hear was Johnny’s shallow breaths and the shower water hitting the floor. The sudden confession left you in a daze, and you were remembering your conversation with Chenle the other night, recalling how he told you how much Johnny liked you. However, it didn’t feel completely real until this moment.

You momentarily forgot how to breathe. You couldn’t even speak as you stared up at a drenched Johnny Suh in utter bewilderment. The astonishment was only greater when you watched the Johnny Suh falter before your eyes.

“I—I know this is out of nowhere,” he stammered, “but I really like you, Y/N.”

You thought you were dreaming. Johnny Suh was confessing to you. This was something that happened in movies, and you never thought of yourself as the main character, but this was incredible.

Some unknown surge of confidence seemed to come over him when he smiled smugly and said, “I know you like me too.” When you didn’t respond, Johnny buried his face in the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses along the side. “C’mon, say it.”

“W-What?” you stuttered.

“Say it.” Johnny inhaled sharply and started sucking at the supple skin, making you mewl and fall into him. “Tell me you like me.”

“I don’t wanna,” you whimpered, gripping his broad shoulder when his open-mouthed kisses got more heated. Your stomach flipped when you felt him groan against your skin. “Johnny—”

“I know you like me,” he murmured. “Why won’t you just admit it already? I wanna hear it from those pretty lips.”

“I don’t wanna tell you,” you repeated, eyes shut and lower lip nearly bleeding from how hard you were biting down on it.

Johnny’s eyes hardened. “Why?”

“Because,” you mumbled, finally opening your eyes to look up at him, “everything’s gonna change now that we both like each other.”

Johnny stared at you for a moment, words lost on his pillowy lips. He looked like he was trying to process the fact that you reciprocated his feelings. The heightened tension made you reel back, but Johnny’s gaze pulled you back in. When it all fell into place and clicked for him, he let his actions speak for himself, capturing your lips into a sweet kiss.

Something was definitely odd about confessing your feelings and being kissed in the shower of the boy’s locker room. Normally, you would be completely grossed, but with Johnny, none of those thoughts arose. A setting like this was perfect for the two of you—a little strange, a little discreet, but so intimate.

You curled your hand in Johnny’s hair, tugging when his hand slipped down to your lower back. He had no care for whoever could be lingering around in the locker room. To you both, the world was just you and Johnny, with everyone else being background noise. You whimpered when you felt his hands grip your ass, nearly pulling back to reprimand him, but Johnny tugged you impossibly closer.

The smugness was rich in his voice when he pulled back. “You like me.”

“Mhm,” you grumbled, face hot with embarrassment.

“You like me,” he repeated.

“I get it!” you exclaimed. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Johnny smirked. “Like what?”

“Like you wanna kiss me.”

“But I do wanna kiss you.”

You let out a whine. “Yes, but—”

You fell silent when a door opened somewhere in the locker room. The echo of the slam gave Johnny enough time to turn off the shower before anyone noticed. The both of you held your breaths, bodies pressed close in the tiny stall while you waited out the shuffling on the other side.

“I’m telling you, no one’s gonna find out,” came the basketball coach’s hushed voice. He seemed to be speaking into a phone, but you couldn’t open the curtain to check. “It’s a madhouse in the office. No one believes the dance coach, so we’re fine.”

Johnny’s face turned stony. He sent you a questioning look and turned his gaze back toward the wall, trying to pick up on more of the coach’s conversation.

“It’s around ten grand,” he continued. “They’ll never find out I took it, so stop worrying.”

Your stomach sank when you realized what was going on.

The basketball coach framed the dance coach. He stole the money and let the dance instructor get charged with embezzlement. You could hardly believe what you were hearing. Rage boiled at the pit of your stomach; Jisung had been working countless hours to make up for the dance teacher’s absence, and, in the end, he was innocent.

You had fallen victim to false accusations before. Not on a scale as grand as the dance coach’s, but enough to hurt your feelings. Such an allegation, however, could damage the coach’s entire reputation and career. A man who was cherished by his students would become known as a man who committed fraud.

Unless you did something about it.

“I’ll keep it in my desk for tonight,” the coach muttered. “I have to go coach my kids, so I’ll talk later.”

After some more shuffling and another door slamming shut, you were positive that you and Johnny were alone again. Still, you felt shaken up by the conversation you had eavesdropped on. Writing an article on such a scandal hadn’t even crossed your mind yet because you were so disoriented.

Johnny, on the other hand, looked furious.

“Steroids,” he gritted out, jaw clenched and

“Huh?” you asked. “What about steroids?”

“Coach,” Johnny replied, his voice taut and cold. “Coach was on steroids.”

You couldn’t help the gasp that flew past your lips. “Are you serious? It wasn’t a player on the team? But you said—”

“I said, ‘he used to be one of the best players,’” Johnny recalled, “which is true. He used to be.” His face turned sour when he added, “Didn’t think he’d stoop so low to be this shitty of a human being. I knew something was off about the dance coach being accused of embezzlement. Ten told me he’s a good man, and I trust his judgement of character.”

“This is insane,” you whispered, and for the first time in your life, you were conflicted with this article. “I should… I should tell someone about what we heard, shouldn’t I? I should tell someone before I write about it.”

This was definitely something you should report on. Not only would it stop the attacks against the dance team, but it would save the coach’s life from being ruined.

But then, you thought of all the times you crossed the line with your journalism. You pushed Johnny far too much to get something out of him. Hell, you even looked through his locker.

Even if you reported on this and did something good for the community, it didn’t change how wrong your intentions were.

Johnny cupped your cheeks. “Y/N, I know I was protecting the coach this entire time,” he said slowly, looking deep into your eyes, “but please ruin that bastard’s life.”

First came the sound of the door opening. “John Suh!” Mark’s voice boomed throughout the locker room. “Did you die in that shower, man?”

Before you could stop him, Johnny grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and flung it open, revealing your bodies pressed flush against each other. On the bright side, you were fully clothed while Johnny was halfway there. You two probably would’ve given Mark Lee a heart attack if you were both naked.

Ground, swallow me whole, you thought miserably, but, in retrospect, Mark was probably thinking the same exact thing.

“Am I interrupting something?” the basketball player asked in a small voice. His eyes shifted to the side like he was trying to look anywhere but you two. His voice dropped to a whisper when he asked himself, “Why does this always happen to me?”

Johnny ignored his friend’s awkward mannerisms. “Mark, I’m selling the coach out. Tell the rest of the team to cut practice today.”

Mark’s eyes went wide. “The coach? Like… like the”—he gestured toward his bicep and flexed it—“thing?”

“Yes, the steroid thing,” Johnny clarified with a sigh. You felt him shift, signaling for you to get off his feet, so you stepped out of the shower, cringing at how your clothes were wet now. Johnny followed suit and ran a hand through his damp hair. “He stole the dance coach’s money for the team, so we’re getting back at him through Y/N.”

This time, Mark’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “He stole the money?”

You raised your hand to contribute to their conversation. “Actually, I don’t think there’s anything I can report unless… you give me your word that you heard the coach admitting he stole the money.”

And, despite this being the one thing you were going after all along, you almost couldn’t believe the words that fell out of Johnny’s mouth when he said, “Yes, I’ll go on record.”

WINNING AT ANY COST: BASKETBALL COACH CHARGED FOR EMBEZZLEMENT AND FRAME-UP

“Why’re you sulking?” Johnny asked, a proud grin on his face as his eyes skimmed over your name at the bottom of the article. “This is great.”

It was true. You had never felt so proud of an article, and Renjun’s beaming face upon being congratulated for the paper was all you wanted. Jisung had never been so relieved to find out that the dance coach was innocent the entire time, and the basketball team formally apologized to them on behalf of their incarcerated ex-coach.

You thought Chenle and Mark would be upset about what happened to their coach, but they recovered at the speed of light, starting to talk about how they knew he would slip up like this. You figured none of them were close enough to care too much, but they were on the lookout for a new coach.

For now, though, they were on a break, which meant Johnny had even more time for you.

You were both on his bed, reading your respective copies of the school newspaper. You had kicked Johnny to the other side of the bed after he tried to wrap his arm around you, so he was pouting until he flipped to your article.

“I wanted to write about the steroids,” you grumbled, staring down at your own copy of the paper.

While the paper was being copy edited, Renjun decided that while the two scandals had amazing content, the embezzlement would overshadow the steroid situation. Reluctantly, you agreed to only publish one and hold off on the other. You weren’t complaining, though; after all, having your name on such a great piece was more than enough for you.

Johnny chuckled at your expression. “You did good, okay? I’m sorry for giving you a hard time.”

“You are?”

With two little words, the mood shifted completely. Your toes curled a little in your shoes when you noticed how Johnny was looking at you.

It wasn’t lustful; it was loving.

“I’m not,” he said with bleak honesty, “because then we wouldn’t have gotten close.”

This was what you were scared of all along. You were scared of Johnny admitting his feelings, you reciprocating them, and then changing the course of your relationship with him. You were scared of this comfortable routine being altered forever because of this declaration.

But now, with your gazes locked and hands inching closer to each other, you had never been so confident about wanting to be with Johnny Suh.

“You know,” he continued, “you never told me how you felt about me.”

“I did,” you deflected.

“It wasn’t explicit.”

He was appeased the smallest bit by your indirect confession, but you knew Johnny wouldn’t let you rest until he got a clear answer. You weren’t in the mood for games anymore, either. Maybe Johnny’s bed wasn’t the most romantic place in the world for a confession, but this was where it all started.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Before, you fussed over how awkward this part would be, but the words came out more natural than you had expected. “I really like you, Johnny Suh.”

Johnny laughed, and you were elated. This felt so easy, and you couldn’t help but think you were foolish for stressing out over this. But this was how Johnny made you feel; he made you feel comforted, he made you glow, and you wouldn’t want to lose that feeling to anything.

“I really like you too, Y/N,” Johnny returned your confession, a gentle smile on his lips.

Slowly, he pulled you closer, his thumb tracing over the curve of your cheek and eyes never leaving yours. Neither of you spoke for a second, and you were certain you would’ve crumbled in his hold if he kept staring at you so intently.

Then, Johnny moved his hand to the back of your neck, lips capturing yours. This felt natural to you. This felt like home.

And sometimes, you wondered if you and Johnny were truly meant to be, if nothing would have happened if you didn’t overhear that conversation between him and Chenle. You didn’t think too much about parallel universes, but you wondered if there was a you and Johnny in every single one, a dozen realities where you found each other. In all honesty, the likelihood of you two being together in every single reality was pretty low. There were far too many obstacles and situations that would have kept you apart.

You didn’t care about the other universes, though. You didn’t care about the realities where you weren’t with Johnny Suh. You cared about this one: the one where you ended up together.

So, now, you could enjoy this even more—the little moments, and everything in between. Everyone always gushed over the firsts—the first date, the first kiss, the first anniversary—but no one ever talked about the moments after, the moments in between, the moments like this.

On the record, off the record—whatever it was—this felt right.

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