pairings: eric sohn x female reader genre: baseball player!eric, college au, strangers to lovers, summary: in which you are assigned to interview the unapproachable baseball team ace eric sohn, and things end up going sideways word count: 6.1k (did i get carried way with the concept? yes i did) requested: nope i literally have other requests from months ago that i should get to but i’ve been having writers block and i couldn’t write any of them without it sounding awful sooooo here we are!!! enjoy lol note: all of the boyz are the same age for the sake of the story. also, the start of the plot is based on rowoon’s episode of sf9’s drama click your heart. 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
“So, you want to join newspaper,” the newspaper editor, Choi Chanhee, said as he crossed his arms and surveyed you. It was the start of the second semester, and you soon realised that you had very few clubs and activities under your belt. “What makes you think I’ll let you join in the middle of the year?” Chanhee inquired, raising an eyebrow in question. His full cheeks and baby pink hair usually made him seem approachable and soft, but his hard expression cancelled out any comfort his other features might have brought you.
You blinked at him. “We’ve been best friends since freshman year?” you deadpanned, irritated that Chanhee was making such a big deal out of it. From the corner of the room, you noticed Changmin suppress a giggle by clearing his throat and pretending to cough into the bend of his elbow. “Come on, Chanhee. You’re a reporter short since Bomin quit, right?” you recalled what he had been moaning about for nearly three months. “I can fill in for him! I’ll be great.”
Despite being your best friend and normally having quite a warm personality, Chanhee was skeptical. “Alright,” he decided, drawing the word out and unfolding his arms. Chanhee sauntered over to where Changmin was standing and – after giving him a sharp elbow to the ribs – grabbed his clipboard, pretending to look for something to assign you. You could tell by the ways his eyes didn’t even skim the words that he already had something in mind for you. “If you’re so desperate to join the paper, then you can do the interview on Eric Sohn,” he stated, giving you a challenging look.
So much for him “going easy on you”, as he had said moments before the two of you entered the media room together.
Dramatically, a few gasps sounded through the media room and you sighed. “Who’s Eric Sohn?” you almost regretted asking, since everyone seemed mortified that you didn’t know him.
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‣ genre: fluff, some angst, enemies-to-lovers, royal!au
‣ wc: 6.1k — dialogue heavy
‣ summary: how irritating would it be for one to not understand their own feelings?
requested by @acutedefenestration
“Prince Jeno. You are to wake up and get ready for studies.” You shake his shoulder ever so slightly, knowing that if you shook it too much, you could be scolded.
His eyes slowly peeled open, eyes locked tiredly on you, “Did no one tell you? I’m. Sick.” The tone in his voice bewildered you, taking you aback. How can a person, barely awake, even manage to speak to another person like that? Where did he keep all that energy?
“I apologize, my prince, I was not informed.” Though you were offended by how he greeted you first thing in the morning, you knew you still had to keep composure.
“Well? Leave. I need to get my rest before my illness gets worse,” he ordered. Jeno muttered something under his breath before turning the other way under his sheets.
Tightening your jaw and gritting your teeth, you bowed and turned for the door, leaving the prince to rest. Your annual break was soon. You can handle a few more days.
For the past nine years, you’ve been at the Prince’s side, helping him out through all his activities or basically just when he needed you. The meeting between you both didn’t sit nicely as Prince Jeno didn’t want you as his servant. He already had his eye on your friend Jaehyun who had apparently made a good impression on him. Then there was you who really did not want to be assigned to Jeno as you wanted to serve the Princess, who you deemed much more interesting than the Prince. The king had revealed that it was better that way since you were both of the same age, but that was it. To you that was an invalid reason, or not enough to come off as reason, but since it was the King speaking, you obeyed his order and forced yourself to stick by Prince Jeno’s side.
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Sonya Massey was a paranoid-schizophrenic woman who turned to the police when she was scared and suspected an intruder inside of her home; she was a Black, mentally ill, woman shot dead and executed by a white police officer solely because she said "I rebuke you" over a pot of water. she was DUCKING DOWN behind a counter repeating the words "I'm sorry" as he advanced and, eventually, killed her. Sean Grayson, a white police officer, executed her.
her name was Sonya Massey. she was a human being who deserved to live. say her fucking name. Sonya Massey.
edit: please do not erase or negate the fact that Sonya was schizophrenic. Black schizophrenic people are more likely to die at the hands of the police as well as be brutalised by them, and by negating the fact that she was schizophrenic, you are erasing that this was an execution fuelled by BOTH racism & saneism. please have some respect and continue to say her name, thank you.
fansite!au, i’ve had this idea for ages, i thought it was super cute!! let me know what u think, i tried to make it as fluff-y as possible bc chenle is my baby! it’s also bullet pointed bc i wanted to see how it would feel to write in that style & honestly i was literally just trying to write like @warmau bc she’s super talented & i love her im so sorry i had to drag u into this 💞💖💘
edit!! i just posted a part 2 to this fic, which you can find here!
(3.2k words yo what, no triggers apart from chenle making cute meme faces which genuinely actives my soft sad hours)
song rec: notice me by spinn
not to brag, but like,,,, you were pretty famous as far as fansites go
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this is so cute
i'm losing my mind
People who love you shouldn't make you feel ashamed of your interests and hobbies. What you enjoy is wonderful, even if it's uncommon, complicated, stereotypical, etc. Please keep sharing your lovely energy with the world.
Hii I am new here and I don't know if I am doing this right but jaemin/doyoung enemies to lovers au "even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, i still love you.""it's so hard not to fall in love with you" thank you in advance💚
note: very loosely based on buffy x angel from buffy the vampire slayer lmao
member: na jaemin e2l!au, vampire slayer!au prompt(s): “"even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, i still love you." + "it's so hard not to fall in love with you" wc: 600+
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You were The Slayer. The Chosen One. Savior of all people.
Such a high title for a university student that didn’t know what they were doing. Your Watcher, or guardian in layman’s terms did a good job in training you in your Slayer duties but he was absolutely useless in navigating through normal life problems.
And he certainly didn’t prepare you for this.
You were in the graveyard at night, hunting for the latest supernatural hassle that was harassing your small town. Keeping a watchful eye, you shifted your gaze around your surroundings, your sight never lingering on one place for too long-- vampires moved fast but you, as the Slayer, had to move faster. You heard the rustling of dried up leaves, the plants crunching underneath someone’s footsteps. The grip on your wooden stake tightened and you waited for the right moment before swiftly turning around, your free hand extended to grab hold of whoever was sneaking up on you.
Your hand caught hold of your attacker’s neck and you quickly backed them up into the nearest tree, stake raised right above their non-beating heart. Glaring harshly at them, you were shocked to see a familiar vampire in front of you.
Na Jaemin was his name and he was in your major at university. You didn’t exactly get along, always competing with each other for the hell of it, and it only got worse when you found him lingering around your battles. He never helped; he remained cryptic--sometimes giving you helpful information but never engaging in the action.
Not knowing how Jaemin knew so much about the supernatural world, you tried to remain cautious around him. It was a struggle for you-- despite how much he got on your nerves, you couldn’t help but think he was attractive. He had the face of an angel but the shadows behind him were something of the devils.
There was this lingering feeling around whenever the two of you were together, some kind of tension. You felt it and you were sure Jaemin felt it, too.
It all turned for the worse when you found out what he was-- a cursed soul and one of the most powerful vampires that ever walked the Earth.
You could never figure out why he helped you against his own kind until that moment.
“What are you doing here?” you hissed, stake hovering so close to his body.
Jaemin never reacted, his stare piercing through you. “Making sure you’re okay.”
“Why would a vampire want to make sure the slayer was alive?” you challenged, grip tightening around his neck. He didn’t fight back even though you knew he could. He could physically overpower you in a fraction of a second.
“That’s another story for another day.”
“You say that as if you’re going to live to see another day.”
“Satan, even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, I still love you,” Jaemin muttered under his breath.
Your hold on his neck loosened, shocked at his words. “What?”
His lips quirked up to show a fraction of a smile, one you had never seen on his angelic face before. “You heard me, Slayer. I know you did.”
“Is that why you’ve been protecting me all this time?” you asked, lowering your stake.
He chuckles, his voice deep and low. “It’s hard to resist you.”
“Resist my blood, you mean.”
“No,” he counters. “Just you.”
“Why?” you question him, eyebrows knitted.
“Why not? It’s so hard not to fall in love with you,” Jaemin replied, his face going soft.
Yeah, your Watcher never prepared you for something like this.
the fact that jupiter and saturn haven’t been physically and observably this close since 1226 is so poetic bc you’re telling me i’m going to look up at and admire the same astronomical anomaly in the sky that someone hundreds and hundreds of years ago, with less knowledge of the stars and the planets than we have now, also looked up at and admired nonetheless. the past is long gone but the awareness of being connected to someone somewhere long ago thru the night sky is overwhelming me
HAPPY JOSHUA DAY! #AhLOVEisSHUA
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Imagine Choir Member!Taeil being one of the seniors in the Chamber Choir, the choir with the most experienced and talented singers in the entire school. You were a new member, one of the youngest in the entire group, and you were sat in front of the Chamber Choir’s leader as they ran through the “initiation rules.” Each newcomer had to get a piece of paper signed by all the seniors, which was easier said than done. You ran around your school, trying to track down all the seniors and learn their names, and once you do find them, they wouldn’t sign your paper that easily. One of the seniors had you sing the school’s fight song, right there in the middle of the hallway with others watching, your cheeks red and voice wavering at all of the eyes on you. Another senior had you act out “Bend and Snap” from Legally Blonde in the middle of the cafeteria, other choir members mockingly applauding you. Of course, the other newcomers also had to go through these initiations, but they all promised you that Taeil’s initiation was the easiest.
You found him behind a piano in the choir room, squinting at some sheet music. You were prepared for him to give you a song to sing or a dance he wanted to see, but he just smiled and asked how you were settling into school while taking your paper from you. You were a bit confused, but answered his questions anyway. He kept eye contact with you, nodding along, and seemed like he genuinely enjoyed talking to you. A blush rose to your cheeks as you talk to your senior, but now it was for a completely different reason. “You’re really not going to make me sing or dance for you?” You asked wearily as he gave you back your paper. “Not unless you want to.” He laughs and sends you on your way. When you walk out of the room, you look down at your signature filled sheet, Taeil’s handwriting catching your attention: “maybe instead of singing or dancing, we go to the movies?” along with his phone number and a smiley face.