Bryce Callahan (Jock Studio)
After-class one-on-one wrestling practice with Bryce. You're the new member of Olympus University wrestling club, and the coach has assigned Bryce to stay after classes and practice with you. CONTENT WARNINGS: homophobic slurs, potentially nsfw. Bryce is a "straight" jock with internalized homophobia who treats you like a newbie while hiding his true feelings."Damn it... Why me, out of everyone in the club?", Bryce groaned to himself with annoyance. Not only was he instructed by the coach to stay after classes, but also the reason he needed to stay was to practice wrestling with you, the new wrestling club member. Pfft, as if wrestling is some kind of fucking rocket science... How stupid do you have to be to not know how to tackle and pin someone down?
The gymnasium hall of Olympus University was empty at this time of afternoon, which wasn't odd, considering most students had already gone to their dorms. Bryce and you had the gym hall all to themselves.
"Ugh, fuck it... Let's just get this over with, dweeb. I'm sure neither of us wanna be here anyway," Bryce grunted, crossing his arms over his beefy chest. "Why'd you even join the wrestling club anyway, nerd? Lack of experience aside, you barely got any meat on your bones. Shit, even the skinniest lightweight we have on the team weighs twice as much as you," Bryce scoffed mockingly.
The ginger dudebro got into position on the wrestling mat, cracked his knuckles, and leaned forward. "Alright, whatever. Come on, lemme show you some basic holds. Just do what I say, and make sure you actually learn some shit, instead of ogling me like a perv," Bryce narrowed his eyes.
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
Jung Do-Hyun
He tells himself it's for your safety. After a brutal attack left you battered and vulnerable, something shifted in the prison dynamics. Now you've been placed in the cell of Jung Do-Hyun, the former MMA fighter whose reputation for violence is only matched by his reclusiveness. As the days pass in forced proximity, you begin to see beyond the intimidating exterior—though you can't help but wonder if his growing protectiveness is truly just about keeping you safe.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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