#also my period is supposed to come soon and i hope that it will either come today or it will wait until after Christmas

[jaylver]

WIN ONE WIN ME — L.HS

SYNOPSIS: who knew being angry and impulsive can get the captain of the hockey team to notice you? cussing them out when they were losing wasn't the best idea, but it definitely made lee heeseung's head turn, leading to him making a deal with you to win a game in order to get your number. but that wasn't enough for him, he was determined to make you his.

PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!heeseung x afab!reader

GENRE: strangers to lovers, college sports au, romance

WARNING(S): profanities, violence (fight), suggestive content (no smut), heeseung is a retired fuckboy turned good + y/n is a party goer, drinking, partying, jake being a footballer aka a soccer player ( NOT american football )

WC: 14k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: aaaa it's finally here ! hope y'all enjoyed it and PLEASE let me know how it was, give me some feedbacks and thoughts, it's been A LONGG WHILE since i've been writing so i'm worried i'll be crusty. anyway, enjoy !

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© jaylver 2023 all rights reserved.

“I'M SO NOT HAVING FUN ANYMORE,”

Friday nights were always preoccupied by hockey and hockey only. It has never changed ever since Yunjin, your best friend, gave you an introduction to the school’s ice hockey team. Being the massive sports fan you were, you obviously got hooked on watching their games live. But there were downsides to being a fan which includes witnessing the team losing.

You swore you were already in a foul mood that day, courtesy to your professor and shitty customers, you found yourself seeking solace in the hockey game, which turned sour almost instantly. Just your luck for the day, huh?

“It’s just the first period, Y/N,” Yunjin sighed, glancing up at the jumbotron, wincing a little at the scoreline. They were currently 3 goals down and Yunjin's reassurance didn't help at all.

“I suppose so,” you replied glumly.

The second period rolled by in a flash, but there wasn’t much of a positive outcome either. The team managed to score two goals, but the opponents out performed them and scored one more goal, continuing their lead.

You groaned loudly, along with many other disappointed students. 15 minutes of intermission ended rather quickly, bringing everyone back to reality.

“Oh come on, score already!” you shouted out in irritation, stirring other students to yell out in agreement as well.

The game was going slow and your patience was eventually growing thin. The clock was ticking, meaning the game was about to end soon with the team losing tragically. You shook your head in defeat, wrapping an arm around Yunjin’s shoulder and placing the other on your hip.

“For fuck’s sake, score already, idiots!” you yelled out.

Just when you did so, someone skated by, his head turned to look at you, meeting your eyes for only a brief second before disappearing into a sea of hockey players. You blinked. Did that just happen? You whipped your head to find Yunjin staring back at you, as if asking the same question.

“Did–”

“That–”

The two of you paused.

“Yeah,” you both said in unison, returning your attention back to the game.

As expected, the game unfortunately ended with a defeat for the home team. You and Yunjin decided to leave the arena immediately since it was already getting late, but you two also made sure to have a quick stop at the cafeteria to get some pizza before continuing the journey back to the dorms.

“I heard someone’s throwing a party soon,” Yunjin said through a mouth full of pepperoni pizza.

“Who is that ‘someone’?” you wiped your hand clean of pizza grease, then threw yourself on Yunjin’s bed, causing her to let out a grunt.

“That made me choke and I would’ve died. I don’t want my cause of death to be something related to pizza,” she grumbled, closing the pizza lid and taking the napkin you handed her.

“I thought you loved pizza?” you blinked innocently, flashing her your best smile and she threw you a dirty look.

“Think we got a little side tracked,” Yunjin mumbled thoughtfully. “If I’m not wrong, it was by one of those football chads? Was it Jake?”

“Jake might play football but he’s so not a chad,” you argued, unknowingly defending said boy.

Jake sim was, in fact, another popular athlete in your school who unsurprisingly turned out to be another playboy. You remembered the small heartbreak you had when you discovered his true identity, secretly wishing he was like any other non-fuckboy guy in the campus. But life’s unfair sometimes and somehow, that didn’t stop you from being acquainted with that golden retriever-like boy.

“You’re only saying that because he gives you free booze and free passes to football games,” Yunjin raised an eyebrow at you and you feigned ignorance. “Anyway, I think it’s that Yeonjun guy who’s throwing that party. He’s that rich kid, remember?”

“Yeah, I do. I saw him multiple times at games,”

“Didn’t he flirt with you?”

“Correction, he tried. Luckily Jake was there to stop him or else I would’ve given him a black eye,” you frowned.

“Would’ve loved to see that happen,” Yunjin shrugged while you narrowed your eyes at her.

“You’re praying on my downfall,”

“Never. Also, are we going to talk about that hockey player staring deeply into your soul just now?”

You rolled your eyes at her words. “I don’t think I would count 2 seconds anything—”

“Of course it does! Have you seen those love at first sight tropes in romcoms?”

“I think you watched too many of them, Jen,” you squeezed her cheek and she slapped your hand, deadpanning at you. “Who is he anyway?”

“If I’m not wrong, he’s number one, Lee Heeseung, the captain. I think he’s in your English class too? Ring a bell?” Yunjin raised an eyebrow at you.

“I think I do remember him. He’s the one with fangirls lining outside, right?” Yunjin nodded at your words and you laughed, thinking back to the time where your professor had to chase a group of girls away before class started. Why? Because of Lee Heeseung’s sheer presence.

“Let’s not forget his messy hookups. Yikes,” Yunjin shuddered at the thought, suddenly rubbing her chin with a small frown. “Don’t you think we’re a bit uneducated when it comes to their players?”

“I mean,” you hummed, nodding a little. “I guess you’re right, we’re always there for the game and some beers and we barely bothered to find out which player is which,”

“We should pull up their Instagram profiles next game,” Yunjin suggested with a wink.

“Oh, I think you’ll definitely be on it,”

“Obviously,” Yunjin smirked. “Anyway, up for a facemask?”

You huffed, a small smile appearing on your face. “You know I wouldn’t say no to that.”

“THIS IS SUCH A TYPICAL CHAD THROWN KIND OF PARTY,”

You found yourself complaining once more as you and Yunjin entered a big house. The living room was basically filled to the brim, along with loud music booming throughout the room and the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils, this was pure hell. You turned to look at your best friend, silently cursing at her for bringing you here. Yunjin gave you her typical shrug as though she had read your thoughts, dragging you away from the vicinity.

"It's Yeonjun, what did you expect," Yunjin hissed, taking you further into the house.

"I also can’t believe you put me in this slutty dress,” you groaned. At this point, you were practically pulling your dress down every ten seconds from the way it kept riding up and you started getting beyond irritated by it.

“If not, you’ll turn up in your casual crop tops and denim shorts,” she shook her head in disapproval. “I can’t let that happen, not when there's rich guys here,”

"I'm here for a party, not to choose my next rich bachelor," you said in distaste, the last thing you wanted was a frat boy. “So, what are we going to do now?” you asked, holding tightly onto Yunjin’s hand as if your life depended on it.

“Enjoy ourselves, duh? I’ll go get some drinks. Sprite for you?”

You nodded, a little bummed out that you were missing out on some good booze since somebody, aka you, had to be responsible and drive back to the dorms without risking getting pulled over. You were already a broke college student, a fine would definitely not help your case.

Now here you are, stuck helplessly in the middle of a party with people you don’t know. Great. You thought about the possibilities that could've been if you decided to stay at home instead of leaning against a wall in a skimpy black dress and it had you groaning internally.

It was then the universe had heard your pleas of boredom and decided on some ‘fun’, except that ‘fun’ consisted of someone’s back bumping into you and their drink splattering all over onto your dress. You jumped in surprise and the boy who was practically pushed onto you had let out a small “oof” before fully realising what he had done.

“I’m so sorry,” he placed his cup aside and picked up some napkins from a table nearby. For a split moment, he was about to wipe your dress, then he paused, turning flustered when he realised what he was about to do, and instead, handed the napkins to you.

You gently dabbed the napkins on your soaked dress, a frown on your face as you felt the sticky substance stick to your skin uncomfortably. “It’s fine, you didn’t mean it anyway,”

You looked up from your dress, finally meeting his eyes. He blinked, seemingly trying to register who you were.

“It’s … you,”

“Me?” you pointed at yourself, a little dumbfounded at his words.

“I didn’t expect you to be here,”

That’s when it hit you. The very same eyes that stared back at you during the hockey game, the one that Yunjin had told you about. “Lee Heeseung?”

He resembled a bambi, his large innocent brown eyes gazing back at you, a look of curiosity behind them. He had a tall stature, his hair covering his forehead and it was styled plainly, not to mention his loosely buttoned up shirt clinging comfortably onto his frame. Now you understand why Yunjin said he has fangirls, you were shamefully about to be one too.

“Yeah … that’s me. What about you? Why’re you here?”

“Do you … recognize me?” you cringed a little at the memory of you practically cussing his team out, praying he would somehow forget it all.

“How could I not? You’re from English right? Shakespeare presentation, eh?” Heeseung recalled and you nodded, impressed that he remembered something from so long before, but most importantly, he remembered you.

“But of course, how could I forget, you’re also the person cussing us out on Friday too. I’m charmed, actually,” he chuckled nonchalantly as though it was nothing, but you, on the other hand, panicked a little and eyes only widened in a mix of horror and embarrassment.

Heeseung seemed to notice the panic in your eyes, waving his hands in reassurance. “Don’t worry though, I thought it was funny,” At his words, your shoulders relaxed, breathing out a sigh of relief.

You let out a nervous laugh. “You guys did your best. There’s always a next time,”

“Right,” he nodded, then averted his gaze back to your dress, instantly coming back to reality as he remembered the current problem in front of his face. He removed his jacket in a flash, carefully placing it over your shoulders. The sudden proximity had you gasping quietly, the waft of his cologne infiltrating your senses.

He was close, so so agonisingly close. A wave of shock passed through your body as you felt his gentle touch, almost feather-like as it lasted only just a second, but now with his hugging your body, you could finally breathe an air of comfort once warmth engulfed you.

“Sorry about your dress,” he pulled away, flashing you a genuine apologetic smile. “I thought the least I could do was give you my jacket,”

“No worries, you didn't do it on purpose anyway, it’s not your fault,” you assured him, being a little self aware that numerous wandering eyes were now on you and the campus’ popular hockey team captain. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Actually,” Heeseung started, “I can borrow one of my friend’s shirts so that you can change? I don’t think it’s a good idea walking around like that, plus my friend lives in this frat house anyway,”

“If you insist,” you gave in, not wanting to reject his help as he seemed so keen.

You silently followed Heeseung through the crowd of bodies, trying your hardest to not get swallowed with the way people were shoving around. Heeseung noticed you lagging behind and smoothly took hold of your hand, pulling you closer to him. You didn’t say much, letting him guide you up the stairs into someone’s room.

You glanced around the room. From the way it was decorated with random posters, sports magazines stacked on the bedside table and dirty clothes littered the floor, you were instantly convinced that this room belonged to a frat boy.

Heeseung surprisingly continued to keep his hand in yours, using the other to dig through a pile of clothes until he found an oversize shirt and a pair of pants. “Here,” he handed you the clothes, finally letting go of your hand, stepping away with his hands in his pockets. “I think all the bathroom’s full so it’s best to just change here,”

“You think so?”

“I know so, I’ll leave it up to your imagination to think about whatever that happens in there,”

“Right …” you faltered at his comment, the two of you remained staring at one another. That’s when you cleared your throat, fumbling with your clothes. “I would appreciate it if you turned around … unless you want a show?”

“For free? I can't say no, can I?”

“You wish. Now turn around,”

Heeseung shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face as he threw his hands up in defence and faced away. You stood behind him, cheeks flared while you practically yanked your skimpy black dress off. Yunjin would not be happy knowing she’ll have to do laundry.

You reached over to the back of your dress, practically yanking forcefully onto the zip that was unwilling to budge even for a bit. God, why me? Why now? Internally conflicted, you didn’t know whether to bear the shame and ask Heeseung for help or to just stay silent. But to your luck, the zip was stuck no matter how you pulled it.

“Heeseung?”

He hummed in response.

“I need your help,” you swallowed, trying your best to not shrivel up and dig a grave in that moment. “My zip is stuck.”

Momentary silence filled the air. It seemed Heeseung, too, was having some internal conflict. In a second, you heard shuffling behind you, feeling the warmth of his body close as his fingers reached for your zip, his other hand on your waist. You felt his fingertips grazing against your bare skin as he dragged the zipper down, hearing a faint gulp from him. You squeezed your eyes shut, swearing to never come to parties again.

“You’re good to go,” he whispered, coughing awkwardly.

“Thanks,” you met his eyes in the reflection of the small mirror placed on top of a dresser in front of you. Realisation seemed to hit him and he averted his gaze, taking a look around the room instead.

You practically yanked the dress off, pulling the shirt over your head and the pants on, stumbling a little from the sudden hit of nervousness. Could it be his presence that made you nervous? You hated this feeling.

“I’m done,” you declared, suddenly feeling the tension in the air.

“So, I can look now?” Heeseung joked and you rolled your eyes, but smiled at him.

“Keep your eyes closed forever then,” you bumped his shoulder, sitting down on the bed.

“Should we stay here instead?” he suggested and you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion, to which he scoffed. “Of course no funny business, who do you think I am?”

“Playboy Lee Heeseung, no?”

He groaned. “That’s what people think of me even though it’s completely false,”

“You do have fangirls, don’t you?”

“But I don’t date them, do I?” he retorted. “I don’t even go to parties much these days, coach has been up my ass,”

“Sucks to be you,”

Heeseung scoffed, turning to look at you with a question in mind. “You’re a big hockey fan?”

“Ever since I was a kid. Why?”

“I notice you’re always there every game night with your friend,”

“So, I’ve caught your attention?”

“A pretty girl like you surely wouldn’t go unnoticed in my eyes,” he was close now, a challenging glint in his eyes as his gaze fell to your lips from time to time.

“You’re funny, Hee,” you couldn’t resist smiling.

“How can I make it up to you?” his eyes met yours, a sly grin on his face. “About your dress, I mean,”

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, knowing damn well what lies in his words. Maybe he was just like every other campus athlete, but at that moment, you didn’t seem to care, your interest only increasing and you couldn’t tell if this was his plan all along.

You thought about his question for a moment, pursing your lip. “How about you win the next game? I think that’ll help a lot,”

Heeseung nodded thoughtfully. “If I do, can I get your number too?”

“Why not?”

“Shall this be a deal?” he smirked, ready for a challenge.

“Sure,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’ll win the next one, just you wait,” Heeseung's words were filled with utter determination and confidence. He was definitely ready to tell you 'told you so' and prove you wrong.

“Well, I’ll be waiting,” you glanced down at your phone, noticing over ten messages from Yunjin. Shit. “The clock’s ticking and I need to go. See you, captain,”

“Wait,” he caught hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to look at him, a big question mark written over your expression, anticipating his next words. “Can I at least know what your name is?”

You grinned. “It’s Y/N,”

"Get ready with your phone number, Y/N. I'll be looking out for you at the next game. Keep the jacket too," he winked and you waved a small goodbye, exiting out the door and dashed down the stairs with your dirty clothes in hand, wearing Heeseung's jacket, completely unaware how quick your heart was beating.

When you spotted Yunjin, you practically fell into her arms as she started ranting about why you shouldn’t run away without her knowledge, but all of it eventually drowned out into white noise. The only thing you could think of suddenly was Heeseung. Lee fucking Heeseung.

"Y/N," she sang out your name, tapping your head to catch your attention. “Why are you in a different outfit? You got laid didn’t you?” she gasped and you slapped her arm.

“Heeseung spilled a drink on me and took me to his friend’s room to change, that’s all,”

“Heeseung?” she gasped again, a teasing grin slowly forming and you knew that trouble was in that mind of hers. “You and him didn’t smoochy smooch … right?”

“We’re not there yet, hello?”

“There’s something called a hook up, you hopeless romantic,” Yunjin shook her head. “This sounds like the start of a hockey romance based on the books I've read," she squealed and you only sighed.

"Please read some self help books too,"

"Never," she huffed, leaning in and dropping her voice so that only the two of you could hear what she was about to say. "What did you two talk about? A private hook up after games? We need some spice in your hockey romance plot!"

"Oh my god, I rather drown than fuck that man. You do realise he has fangirls chasing after him? They'll choke me in my sleep if I slept with him,"

Yunjin wrapped her arm around you. "I'll choke you first if you don't bag that man. He's tall, hockey captain, hot most importantly," she winked. "One down part is that I'm pretty sure he used to fuck around quite a lot too. But then a messy hook up traumatised him,"

"How so?"

"She was crazy from what I heard. That's why no fangirls will come at you for revenge, they know he's a whore, but they'll just line up instead," she led you out to a flight of stairs, where there were some questionable couples making out, but that didn't stop you and Yunjin from sitting on the landing.

"Totally not a red flag," you said sarcastically. "I don't know how to feel about him. He was nice, quite flirty. Maybe he's like those Wattpad cliches where he's actually a nice guy?" You said, sipping onto the drink Yunjin got you.

"Who knows? Judging from the past rumours I've heard here and there, he definitely was a manwhore, but he’s also a sweet and genuine one," Yunjin clicked her tongue. "I did hear he's quite a sweetheart aside from his fuckboy tendencies."

"A manwhore with a kind heart! Just my type!" You clapped your hands and Yunjin chuckled at your comment. “Anyway, I swore I'm done with hockey boys a long time ago. I don't want to like him,"

Ice hockey has always been one of your favourite sports, but hockey boys? They were a whole different story for you. A core memory from highschool that you wished to never revisit was the fact that you had your heart broken by a hockey boy. He was considered your first love, a best friend, that ended up breaking your trust.

"This is why you should date a footballer,"

You snapped out of your momentary daze, looking up to meet Jake Sim’s eyes.

“Present to me a perfect candidate then,” Yunjin crossed her arms, frowning at Jake. She wasn't a big fan of him, considering his notorious playboy tendencies, but over time he did gradually warm up to her.

"Me!"

"I'll rip your head off first before you get a chance with Y/N,"

"Ouch,"

You and Yunjin shared a look, then burst out laughing.

"What's up, Sim? Do you have something for me?" You questioned Jake, wondering what his purpose was for his sudden appearance.

"Nothing, I'm just bored," he said plainly, though you and Yunjin were a little unconvinced.

"Okay? Any games coming up?"

"It's currently a short break for us. I'm glad or else my legs will snap in half soon," Jake pouted, resembling a puppy, which you couldn't help but find endearing. "You should totally come and learn to kick some footballs soon. Jake Sim is always up for some training," he winked.

"I'll be the next running candidate to take over Messi, right?" Yunjin joked and you nudged her side, giggling.

"Only if you learn at Jake Sim's personal training," he shrugged, a small smirk on his face. "Anyway, I really want to watch the hockey team and I heard you guys were regulars. Mind if I join?"

You raised an eyebrow at Yunjin, shooting her a wordless question. Yunjin scrunched her nose, thinking for a moment before shrugging. All while that was happening, Jake was just standing there staring, a little unimpressed.

"Hello? I don't appreciate this mind linking conversation that I'm not a part of," he placed his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side.

"Alright, sorry," Yunjin mumbled.

"Fine, you can tag along," you said, watching the boy before you grin.

"Let's go!"

"IS IT NORMAL TO BE FREEZING COLD HERE?"

Jake had his arms around himself, shivering slightly even though he was already in layers. You and Yunjin followed the boy to your seats as he marvelled at the size of the rink.

"I barely watch hockey games, I'm more of a summer sports kinda guy," he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Well, it's just your lucky day, you'll be witnessing a win too," Yunjin winked, passing you a knowing glance.

"How do you know?"

"Team captain over there–" Yunjin nodded over at Heeseung, who was practising on the rink with the team, looking good as always, which only further annoyed you. "–made a deal with Y/N. I'm sure his determination will mix well with his competitiveness,"

Yunjin glanced over at you, a small smirk on her face. "And here he comes," she sang and you whipped your head just in time to meet his eyes.

Heeseung skated over, a small smile on his face. You felt Yunjin nudging your side in excitement and you slapped her hands away, ignoring her giddy expression and you returned a lopsided smile to Heeseung.

“Y/N!” you managed to hear his muffled voice through the glass, which he tapped on a couple times to get your full attention.

“I’m going to score one for you tonight,” you were surprised with the determined glint in his eyes, proving Yunjin's statement immediately, and after a quick wave from him, he skated away to join his team, preparing for the game to start.

Jake whistled, fanning himself. “I definitely felt the tension.”

“Shut up.”

The second period ended with a draw, both teams were not willing to back down for just a little, even creating small brawls on ice from time to time, causing the tension to be heightened. The third period was equally heart stopping and gut twisting. You had to occasionally grip Yunjin's arm whenever there was a close chance to score.

There was a sudden switch in the atmosphere, the home team had dominated possession of the puck, the blades of their skates working overtime trying to reach the other end to the opponent’s goal post. One hit after another, the puck travelled from one player’s hockey stick to another, until it reached star player Park Sunghoon, who had defenders swarming him and it left him no choice but to pass to his captain, Lee Heeseung.

With one swift hit to the oncoming puck from Sunghoon, it shot into the back of the net, leaving the goalie absolutely defenceless. The arena erupted with shouts and cheers, not expecting the sudden turnover from their home team, the speakers were blaring music, followed by announcing Heeseung’s name, which was welcomed with deafening screams. Shamelessly, you, Jake and Yunjin were part of the screams, clapping and jumping.

The team jumped onto Heeseung, but somehow, he escaped them all and started skating towards your direction, pointing his stick at you and shooting a wink. 'For you' he mouthed slyly at you before rejoining his teammates.

“See, I told you Heeseung will win it for Y/N,” Yunjin said, seemingly pleased.

“MVP,” Jake clapped, a shocked expression on his face.

You, on the other hand, were trying to digest everything that just happened. The moment where he dedicated the goal to you had you unintentionally blushing, realising a sudden change in feelings. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be so bad if you gave him a chance. Countless thoughts swarmed your head even until the end of the game.

Now, here you were, waiting for Heeseung at the parking lot, your friends peeking in the car from a distance.

Yunjin shot you an encouraging thumbs up while Jake only laughed at Yunjin’s efforts. You glared at them, waving them off and you reciprocated back with a middle finger. That’s when you heard a rough cough behind you. Fuck.

“Y/N?”

You turned around slowly, looking as though you were just caught in the middle of commiting something you're not supposed to. “Heeseung,” you laughed nervously. "Congrats on the game! You played well,”

“Thank you,” Heeseung grinned. “I’m glad you came. I mean, you always do, what am I even saying?” he rambled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You couldn't help laughing, finding the way he got nervous was cute. He was cute too. Undeniable. "That was a nice goal by the way,"

"Well, I did say I wanted to score one specifically for you. I'm a man of my words, you know?" He chuckled, getting shy eventually. "I'm glad you liked it though,"

"Of course I did," you gave him a small smile, fidgeting your fingers slightly.

He straightened up, regaining his composure. “So … our deal,”

“You’re lucky I like you enough to actually stick to it,” you grumbled, shoving your hand into your pocket to dig out the piece of paper.

“You like me, huh?”

“Not in that way yet,”

“‘Yet’. So I do have a chance. I’m happy to know,”

“Do you want my number or a black eye?” you threatened rather unseriously, a teasing tone laced in your words.

“I’d prefer a kiss, but your number shall do for now,” he grabbed the small note from your hand, unwrapping it to find a candy in it. “Apple flavoured, what a nice surprise,” he mumbled under his breath.

“You’re cute, you truly have a way to my heart huh?” he looked up from the candy, storing away your number safely into his pocket.

You caught yourself speechless from his words. On average, you were typically unfazed by these comments. Countless boys had tried them on you and all of them turned out to feel icky instead of making you kick your feet, giggling. But this time, Heeseung proved you wrong.

"Coming from Lee Heeseung himself, should I be flattered?" You tried your best to stay nonchalant, keeping your heart rate down as much as you can.

"I don't know? You tell me," Heeseung leaned down, his face close to you now, making you slowly grow flustered.

"Count me a little flattered," you took the clothes from the other night from your bag, pushing it into Heeseung's hands, catching him off guard. "Here, relay my thanks to your friend,"

"Only to my friend? What about me?" Heeseung crossed his arms, staring accusingly at you.

"My number already counts as a ‘thanks’, doesn’t it?"

Heeseung narrowed his eyes at you, a smile itching at the corner of his lips. “Not enough. A date might suffice,”

“You are demanding, Lee Heeseung,” you huffed, but not rejecting his suggestion either.

“I’ll text you, pretty girl. I have a plan in mind, so you better clear your schedules,”

“Alright, captain.”

“FOR ONCE, I DON'T REGRET COMING TO A PARTY YOU SELECTED,”

You’ve always avoided frat parties, specifically frat boys, but this time, Yunjin managed to accomplish the unexpected by convincing you to a frat party. You had to admit, there was a small motive behind your agreement, which was to visit the richest frat house on the campus. Free expensive booze, a big pool, big everything, it was definitely going to be more than a party. All you had to do was avoid the frat boys and your night shall be made.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yunjin snapped, but you were too busy checking out the vicinity to listen to her grumbles.

“They have a huge ass yard and pool,” you whispered to Yunjin, weaving through the growing crowd. The house was too extravagant, even the air in there seemed richer. The tiles were completely marbled, there were stairs leading up to almost four floors. You wondered how it was even owned by a frat.

“This is a rich frat, what did you expect?”

“Touche.”

You and Yunjin didn’t bother waiting for a second before taking some pregame shots. The vodka burned your throat, making you wince a little, but it didn't stop you from more. The moment Jake found the two of you, it was already clear you were already on the way to being completely shit-faced.

"Oh come on, you already started without me?" Jake whined, downing two shots of vodka straight.

"Couldn't resist," Yunjin pressed her lips into a thin line, shrugging slightly.

"Also, did you guys hear?" Jake leaned in, dropping his voice. "The hockey team from our rival school is coming to this party,"

"What?" You hissed, frowning slightly. "Who invited their asses?"

"I don't know," Jake shrugged, picking up another glass of alcohol from a tray.

"Speaking of hockey," Yunjin cleared her throat, passing you a knowing smirk. "Aren't you going to find Heeseung?"

"I–why would I?" You stammard, avoiding Yunjin's piercing gaze.

"He's clearly into you. Didn't you see him pulling that stunt that day? Scoring a goal for you and winning just for your number? That's the most commitment I've seen from him or just any man in general,"

"Hear hear," Jake raised his glass in agreement, then proceeded to down it without a second thought.

"I'll see what happens tonight," you said, but your eyes decided to go against you, unconsciously scanning the room hoping to see him.

"Tonight will be full of opportunities," Yunjin marvelled, throwing her arm around your shoulder and winking. "If you know what I mean," she whispered.

"The first you'll see is me getting drunk, not getting laid," you let out an exasperated sigh, pursing your lips and pausing as something caught your eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows, instantly noticing a group of guys filing into the room. They must be the rival team Jake had mentioned.

“Must be them,” Yunjin pointed out, taking a big gulp from her cup. Jake whipped his head around, scanning the group of guys that were yelling loudly, dabbing up one another and seemingly unlikeable as a whole.

He made a sour expression. “Great, hockey jocks,”

“As though your group of football guys are any better,” Yunjin quipped, only earning a sharp glare from Jake and he cleared his throat, gaze focused on a specific person.

“That guy there must be their captain,” he nodded at the group and you had to squint your eyes to see who Jake had his attention trained at. Almost immediately, your smile dropped, along with your heart. It was him.

You froze the moment your eyes landed on a tall figure, it definitely was him. He stood out from the rest, being the taller and bulkier one with messy hair and undeniable charm from the way he was already surrounded by different girls. Yup, that’s 100% Matthew, your high school lover, the hockey boy that traumatised your love life.

“Oh fuck me,” you cursed under your breath, the other two turning to stare at you.

“You want to fuck him?” Jake shrieked in surprise and Yunjin slapped the back of his head, causing the boy to hiss in pain, silently cursing.

“No, dipshit. That’s her …” she glanced at you and you nodded, giving her a green flag to continue, “ex.”

“Him? Matthew Son? Your ex?” Jake was flabbergasted, panning back and forth between your ex and you.

“Unfortunately. High school ex, to be exact,” you grumbled, pushing away the ill thoughts and bitter feelings that lingered for Mathew. You were a new person, you were never someone to be stuck in the past, you weren’t about to be affected by him. Never.

“I might need more drinks,” you rubbed the side of your head, slipping away before the other two could even say anything. Though the voice in your head was constantly affirming that his presence wasn’t affecting you, you still couldn’t help feeling unnerved. Seeing him was unnerving too.

The kitchen was unsurprisingly glamorous and the space was huge. Everything in there screamed fancy and expensive. The counter was made from marble, cupboards were also probably made from high quality wood and the wide variety of food in there could literally make it resemble a grocery store. Best of yet, you had it all to yourself. For once, your ex made himself useful enough by helping you attract everyone to the main room.

You spotted some leftover bottles of gin and decided to give your bartender skills some try. It wasn’t your first rodeo thanks to Yunjin. Ever since she started bringing you to parties and being someone who’s easily impressed, you found yourself learning some tips and tricks on how to mix drinks from a rando in a party one day. Soon, it became your favourite party activity.

It was quite peaceful being all by yourself. The songs playing on the speakers reverberated across the house, but you didn’t mind it as you mixed a concoction of gin and juice on the counter, praying it would turn out fine.

“You’re here?”

You turned around at the sound of the voice, almost toppling over your glass in shock, but the moment you met a familiar set of doe eyes, you released a breath of relief, your heart unknowingly beating faster.

“You’re here too? I thought no parties for Mr Hockey?” you leaned back onto the counter as he walked to your side.

“Thought I’d give myself an off day after yesterday’s win,” Heeseung shrugged, glancing at you from time to time. “Surprisingly, I always see you at every party I go to,”

“I was dragged to every said party by force,” you thought of the she-devil, Yunjin, who somehow successfully convinced you to attend every party with her. “Do you want a drink?” you offered, nodding towards your half made drink.

“You’re making them?” Heeseung eyed the bottles.

“I am a woman of many talents,” you said smugly, continuing your drink mixing, feeling Heeseung’s piercing stare on you.

“A woman who wouldn’t poison me right?” he peeked over your shoulder, closing in on your face, his body only inches away from yours till the point where you could feel the heat radiating off him. Lee Heeseung definitely knew what he was doing.

“You’re doubting my abilities now then?” you kept your cool, pouring alcohol into a new glass for Heeseung.

He smiled. “Just trying to make sure,” he murmured into your ears and you could tell he was enjoying teasing you. Sly fucker.

“No promises,” your voice came out in a whisper, turning a little to the side to meet his pair of bambi eyes and your breath hitched suddenly upon realising how close the two of you were, you were only an inch apart from touching each other’s noses. You were scared to move even the slightest, shying gradually from his eyes sweeping your features.

“What if I said I wanted to kiss you,”

You scoffed, growing immune to his charms. “I thought you were a gentleman, Lee? No candlelit dinner first?”

He cracked a grin, chuckling slightly. “Sometimes I skip that part and jump to dessert first,” he winked and you rolled your eyes, pushing his face away and he burst out laughing. “I’m playing with you. I’m obviously a gentleman, can’t you tell?”

You hummed, raising an eyebrow at him in scepticism. “I can’t.”

“You love breaking my heart, Y/N. I’m hurt,” he frowns, feigning innocence as he laid his head on your shoulder, clutching at his chest and you found yourself smiling unknowingly at his dramatics.

You decided to play along, patting Heeseung’s head in so called “comfort”. “Oh, what can I do to fix your broken heart, Heeseung?” you exclaimed.

“Come to Jay’s birthday party with me?” he stared up at you with pleading eyes. Those bambi eyes will eventually be the death of you.

"Why?"

You've heard of Jay Park one too many times. From the campus cafes to the local club, he was everywhere, and you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. He was another one of the popular hockey players from Heeseung's team which you've seen at almost every party you attended ever since your first year.

Yunjin told you only one thing upon seeing Jay Park: "don't meddle with him" and you've stuck to it.

"That's a bold invitation," you considered for a moment, still quite unconvinced. "Isn't it just a bro only party?"

"He's the one asking us to bring a plus one," Heeseung huffed, removing his head from your shoulder, a small pout on his face. "Worse part is that it's in a club,"

"Are you trying to persuade me or dissuade me?"

"What I mean is, I'll be with you there. It's also a VIP lounge given how loaded Jay is and knowing him, he probably rented it out too. Plus, they'll finally get to meet the girl who cussed them out!"

You buried your head into your hands in shame, embarrassment burning your cheeks red. "You can't be serious,"

"Unfortunately, I am. But they'll love you, don't worry, pretty,"

You glared at him while he only returned a cheeky grin back at you. “Fine,” you groaned out, ultimately succumbing to his words, unable to deny the effect he had on you. Curse him. “When and what time?”

“Next Saturday night,” his grin widened at your words, satisfaction washed over his face. “I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds good,”

“That’s that then,” he glanced over at his shoulders, hearing faint shouts of his name outside of the kitchen and passed you an apologetic smile, as if expressing that it was a shame he couldn’t stay longer and you couldn’t lie, you wanted him to stay longer. “Remember to send me your address, gorgeous.” he waved his phone in the air before backing away and disappearing out the door.

It was about to be a long week ahead.

“SET ME UP WITH ONE OF THEM, PLEASE. I NEED THE MONEY,”

Saturday, to your dismay, unfortunately and eventually arrived. You didn’t know whether to be excited or absolutely dread the party, a certain feeling of anxiety clawing at your insides just when you think about meeting new people. Yunjin could only roll her eyes at you as she added more eyeshadow.

“It already sends shivers down my spine thinking that I’ll be speaking to them in person and you expect me to go ‘hey guys, my friend needs someone to be her sugar daddy, you up’?” you deadpanned, applying a layer of lip gloss.

“That’s exactly it,” Yunjin smiled pleasantly and you feigned gagging, making Yunjin laugh and almost poking the mascara wand into your eyes. “Also, do you consider this a date?”

“He did say he wanted to take me out, but having him take me to a club as a date? I don’t think he’s the sleazy type to do so. I take it as him taking me as his date … like a friendly invite,”

“Friendly invite?” Yunjin exclaimed incredulously, inching closer to check on the details of your makeup. “Did you see the way he looks at you? There's nothing friendly about that, he’s hooked,”

“You’re giving me false hope, Jen,” you sighed, standing up to change into an outfit Yunjin picked which, in her words,was definitely ‘life changing enough to have Heeseung on his knees’.

“Not false hope if it’s literally just the truth,” Yunjin shrugged, helping to clasp a necklace around your neck. “Come on, give me a twirl,” she squealed excitedly once you were done struggling balancing on one leg putting on the dress and shoes.

You complied with Yunjin’s request, begrudgingly giving her a small twirl. At the same time, you took the chance to glance down at your dress, satisfied that for once an impulsive purchase benefited you. The dress was a shade of midnight blue, hugging your body tight and showing off your curves in the best way as if it was custom made. All in all, as Yunjin would describe, it was simply ‘pants dropping’.

At the ‘ping’ of your notification, you saw a text from Heeseung saying he had already arrived and your heart jumped. With one swift hug from Yunjin and an ‘encouraging’ saying along the lines of ‘hooking up’ and ‘protection’, you were pushed out of the door and soon into Heeseung’s car.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Heeseung greeted, a half smile on his face as his hands rested on the steering wheel. He paused when his eyes landed on your figure, his gaze sweeping you from top to bottom, making you a little self conscious. He whistled under his breath, blinking slowly.

“Eyes up here,” you stared pointedly at him, crossing your arms, but you had to admit, you were checking him out shamelessly as well, the smell of his vanilla cologne in the air and his loose button up shirt wasn’t helping either.

“My bad. I was just admiring you. You look pretty,” he turned his attention back to the road, heading to wherever the club was located, just in time to not notice the slight blush to your cheeks.

“Really? You don’t look too bad yourself either, Lee,”

“Why thank you. I’m flattered,” he shot you a wink and you could only roll your eyes at his antics.

The rest of the conversation continued in a casual flow, making you feel at ease and your anxiety eventually lessened. The jokes he cracked made you laugh and with the way he answered your questions, you knew he wasn’t anything like the playboy people made him up to be. As much as you hated to admit, you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. Will it hurt you? Maybe.

After Heeseung pulled the car into park, you got out and you were instantly in awe at the exterior of the club. This was in fact a place where rich kids party, judging from the amount of ferraris, mercedes and other luxurious cars parked outside, you made sure to keep yourself away from the snobby rich kids or who knows, Yunjin’s wish might even be granted tonight.

Wordlessly, Heeseung offered you his hand and you intertwined your fingers with his, letting him guide you further into the club as you pushed yourself through the crowd, and soon arrived in a large room that was almost the size of someone’s living room. “You’re kidding,” you murmured, amazed by the size of the room and the decorations littered across every wall.

“Told you Jay was blessed with money,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, shooting a sweet smile.

“I should set him up with Yunjin,” you said thoughtlessly and Heeseung chuckled.

“He’ll like that roommate of yours,”

“Heeseung!”

You were interrupted by an approaching figure who was easily recognizable with that head of freshly dyed white hair. Park Sunghoon, another ace of the hockey team. Thanks to Yunjin’s valiant effort in finding every player’s instagram profile, you were now able to recognise who was who.

“Hoon!” Heeseung greeted back, giving his best friend a side hug.

Unfortunately for you, Sunghoon was quick to turn his attention to you instead. “Y/N right? Heard many good things about you,” he extended his hand, a sneaky grin on his face.

You accepted his handshake, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his words. “That’s me,”

“You’re a regular at the hockey games, how are they?” Sunghoon kept you company now that Heeseung went away to greet the others, but you didn’t mind, finding yourself growing comfortable with the Jack Frost look alike.

“Do you wish to listen to my boring five hour analysis on each game?”

“I think it would be longer than five hours,”

“Exactly,” you clicked your tongue, then narrowed your eyes in suspicion at him. “Plus, how do you know I’m a regular? It’s not like I score front row seats every game,”

Sunghoon glanced around as if searching for anyone who’s eavesdropping, then he gestured for you to come closer, which you did, though clearly confused. “I think Heeseung will kill me for saying this,”

“Why?” you whispered back, your smile twisting into a frown. “Oh god, is Heeseung a stalker?”

“What?” it was Sunghoon’s turn to be utterly confused, staring back at you as though you’re the crazy one. He shook his head. “Heeseung might fool around sometimes but he’s definitely not a stalker or a Ted Bundy wannabe.”

“Thank heavens,” you let out a sigh of relief, but Sunghoon definitely wasn’t done yet.

“Anyway, what I was about to say was, Heeseung has always paid attention to you, Y/N. English class, hockey games, he’s got sharp eyes, ace for a reason eh? He’s genuine about you. Believe me, I’ve heard about you since day one, and I mean this in a nice way, but I’m sick of him constantly talking about you without doing anything at all,” a small grin appeared on Sunghoon’s devilishly handsome features.

“I must admit, he was a player, but I can see he’s changing and I don’t think it’ll hurt to give him a chance. He’s a sweetheart, so just don’t break his heart, will you?” he glanced behind his shoulders, noticing Heeseung entering the room with one of his teammates and a girl. “Heeseung’s back and I know he’s going to kill me if he finds out. It’s nice meeting you, Y/N. My date’s here, see you!”

Sunghoon gave you a small pat on the shoulder before walking away, leaving your head in a frenzy state. Lee Heeseung, captain of the hockey team, the school’s ace and pride, basically Mr Popular, was into you? Yunjin was going to strangle you in either excitement or surprise when she found out.

“What were you guys talking about?” he slithered smoothly to your side, bumping your shoulder gently.

“Hockey. Was wondering if he wanted an analysis on each game,”

Heeseung grinned, shaking his head gently. “You’re a menace,”

There were basically zero chances to be alone together, which you suddenly craved after Sunghoon basically dropped a big bomb on you, till now you still couldn’t swallow. Heeseung had you close to his side as he introduced you to each of his teammates and their dates, including the birthday boy Jay, and somehow all of them remembered you from that fateful night on Friday.

“So, how did you meet our dear Heeseung here?” Jay wiggled his eyebrows, passing you a glass of champagne that probably costs way more than you imagine.

“Oh, it was magical, I fell into his arms and he confessed his love for me,” you sighed dreamily, fanning yourself. At your words, Jay nudged you, a wide smile on his face and you waved your hand, stifling your giggles. “Kidding, it would totally be a wattpad cliche if that happened. He’s in my English class and we met at a party,”

“I’m surprised he’s somewhat won you over,” he raised a questionable eyebrow at you. “You are aware of how he was right? Or are you the type to scream and cry after figuring out his past fuckboy history?”

You gave him an unamused stare. “If I minded his past, I wouldn’t be here anyway. But he does seem like a changed person, I’ve heard stories from my roommate and they were … interesting,”

Jay let out a soft laugh at that. “I can tell he’s serious about you, trust me, he’s the type to not back down when he sets his mind to something. Let his hockey be an example,” he shrugged. “I know my best friend, Y/N. Unless he fucks up then I’ll punch him for you,”

You placed a hand on your chest, a bemused grin lit up your features. “You’re truly a gentleman, Jay,”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be your gentleman!” Heeseung appeared behind you, his arm thrown around your shoulder. If you could explode right now, you would. The amount of skinship you had with Heeseung was unhealthy and unknowingly, you found yourself succumbing to it each time. “Let’s go to the dancefloor outside? The guys really want to go,”

Now you were in the middle of the dancefloor, swaying your body to the beat of whatever song the DJ was playing and it was nice that it felt like you were in your own world, carelessly and mindlessly dancing to your heart’s content. You were surrounded by the boys’ dates, who you’ve found yourself befriending quickly, while Heeseung was nowhere to be seen after dancing for only a few minutes. Rude.

“Hi,” you snapped your head to find Jay squeezing through towards you, trying his best to not get his expensive shoe stepped on. “Where’s Heeseung?”

“That’s a question I’d like to ask too. He’s definitely not with me though. I thought he was with you at first … but I guess not,” you shrugged, frowning slightly as you wondered where that man would have run off to.

“I thought he was with you,” Jay huffed, annoyance clear in his features. “I swear if he’s out there wasted, coach is going to—wait…” he faltered, his gaze trailed over your head and being naturally curious, you followed his gaze, turning around and from a distance, you couldn’t tell what Jay was even looking at, until you pinpoint a familiar someone in a dress shirt you saw not long before.

There he was, sitting at the bar, back facing the dancing floor as he sat close to a girl, whispering into each others’ ears and laughing. You swore you didn’t care, but the heart doesn’t lie, you were jealous and it wasn’t helping how Sunghoon was just saying Heeseung was serious about you only hours before this. It was comical.

“Oh,” Jay said under his breath, taking a big gulp from the glass in his hand.

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” you said flatly, not realising you were practically shooting daggers into the back of Lee Heeseung’s head. Jay let out a small laugh that eventually turned into a cough once he saw you giving him a side eye, an apologetic smile appearing on his face.

“You know, Y/N, I have a plan,” his smile slowly turned into a smirk and it dawned on you, Park Jong Seong’s gears were in work and you didn’t know what you’re about to get yourself into. “Don’t give me that look, my plans are the best,”

Your frown deepened, resuming to give Jay a sceptical look as his smile continued to get more playful. Oh you were in for a treat. “Why don’t we make Heeseung … jealous? I mean, it is clear that he likes you, a little push won’t hurt can it?”

“Have you been watching too many romcoms?” you shot him a look of exasperation, noticing the similarity between him and Yunjin. One was already enough, you didn't need two. Jay nudged you softly, wiggling his eyebrows in encouragement for disaster.

“I bet you the moment he sees you with me, he’s going to burst and before you know it, you’ll be celebrating your one year anniversary—”

You held a hand up, silencing Jay before he could continue further. You started chewing on your bottom lip, a small habit of yours, as you found yourself in disbelief once these words left your lips. “Fine, why not?”

Jay shot you a wink, closing in on you and you placed a hand on his chest, raising an eyebrow. “No funny business, Jay,”

“You have no faith in me. It’s common bro code to not get with your best friend’s girl,”

You let Jay dance close to you, appreciating the fact that he was maintaining a respectful distance to you, setting a clear boundary between the both of you. Contrary to popular beliefs, he might actually seem not too bad. “I feel like Lee Heeseung might’ve been peeking at us,”

“You think so?”

Jay glanced at the direction of the bar, catching Heeseung’s piercing gaze and he smirked, leaning close to you. “Oh, he’s so watching us,”

"You're kidding," you turned around, still moving your body to the music, squinting your eyes to find Heeseung staring back at you, jaw clenched and lips pressed into a flat line, practically glaring daggers into Jay's head.

"You're not," you said mindlessly, hearing Jay burst out laughing behind you, but it all faded to grey as your eyes followed Heeseung's figure disappear behind a corner.

"He's leaving," you spun around, meeting Jay's panicked expression. "I'll go find him,"

"Did our plan work a little too well?"

"We’ll find out soon," you patted Jay's shoulder, whispering a quick thanks before welcoming the challenge of squeezing past sweaty bodies.

You figured Heeseung was heading back to the private room from the looks of where he was going, so you followed his trail around the corner, stumbling slightly and immediately regretting the amount of drinks you had. In the very next moment, you regretted more than just the drinks, you were contemplating your existence.

"Y/N?"

Son Matthew was staring back at your limp figure leaning against the wall for support, a mix of shock and confusion in his face. You, on the other hand, was about to sink into the ground in shame. Being tipsy and struggling to stand was already a moment you would never want anyone to see, let alone your cheating ex.

You cleared your throat, gripping onto the wall to straighten up, avoiding his wandering eyes as much as you could. The awkward tension in the air was palpable, you were aware how rigid the man before you was and you knew he probably didn’t think of bumping into you here out of nowhere.

“So…how are you—”

“Save the small talk please,” you interjected, sighing deeply at the usual post breakup ‘how are you’s and awkward catching up.

“Look, I never got to apologise and I know you hate me for it—”

“Of course I do!” you exclaimed, getting heated gradually and the alcohol in your system wasn’t helping one bit. “I walked in on you and her in the bedroom and you expect me to stand there to wait for your apology? It’s the fact that you never bothered to apologise after anyway,”

He looked down in shame, knowing every word you said was true and undeniable, meanwhile his silence only hurt you further. First loves always hurt, and seeing him here again after many years made you realise that you truly deserved way more than a hockey jock like him.

“I’m playing against your school’s team next week,” he said weakly, trying to change the subject. Great, another day to dread when it was supposed to be you and your best friend’s day.

“Good luck,” you didn’t know what to say, finding yourself in an awkward position. “Or not really,”

Matthew nodded slowly, clearly getting uncomfortable and you were too. “So, are you talking to someone now—”

“Yeah, she is,”

You felt an arm snaking its way around your shoulder, tensing for a minute until you realised whose voice it was.

“Lee Heeseung?” Matthew’s demeanour changed in a flash, suddenly seeming more spiteful and filled with jealousy. This was giving you deja vus of the red flags you’ve experienced in your past relationship. It made you feel sick.

“Son Matthew,” Heeseung cooed, eyeing him readily. Heeseung and Matthew had always been somewhat rivals ever since they started playing hockey. Matthew had mentioned a ‘rival’ once too many times in the past and lucky you, you were able to piece it together after entering college where you’d watched their teams play against each other once for a cup competition.

“Long time no see,” Heeseung said coolly, a small smirk on his face as he stared back at your ex, whose expression was twisting into a foul look. “Ready for the next game?”

At Heeseung’s mocking tone, Matthew scoffed. “You haven’t changed, eh? Still the usual overconfident Lee Heeseung,”

“They don’t call me ‘ace’ for no reason, right? Hey, I deserve some bragging rights,” you rolled your eyes at Heeseung’s words, which seemed to tick your ex further. He really knows how to rile someone up, doesn’t he?

“See you on the ice,” Matthew grumbled, walking past Heeseung and you, making sure to mumble ‘jerk’ loud enough for Heeseung to hear, prompting him to let out a laugh as he waved your ex tauntingly goodbye.

“How friendly,” Heeseung gritted out through a forced smile, his eyebrows furrowed, obviously annoyed but then he turned to you, a quizzical look replacing his previous agitated expression. “How do you know this guy? He’s a complete douche,”

“He’s my ex,” you admitted not so happily, noticing the slight surprise in Heeseung’s face.

“He wasn’t trying to do anything to you right?” Heeseung asked at once, his eyes flashed with worry as they darted around your face to your body. You softened at his words, shaking your head and reaching over to take his hand in yours.

“I’m fine, really. It was really awkward though,” you tried to laugh it off, but in reality you were so ready to dig yourself a grave. “You’re not wrong, he is a jerk and I don’t know what I even saw in him when he literally cheated on me,”

“Speaks a lot about his character for being so shit off and on ice. I’m sorry, Y/N, you deserved more than someone like him,” Heeseung squeezed your hand gently, passing you a consoling smile.

“It’s alright, Hee, I’ve gotten over him years ago. I hope you guys beat his ass next game,” you swung his hand lightly, beaming at his presence, but not noticing the fact that he was trying his best to hide a smile.

Heeseung cleared his throat. “I’ll trash him for you, Y/N,”

“Sounds like another challenge. I’ll take you up on it,” you smirked.

“You have to stop tormenting me, I swear,” Heeseung sighed wearily at your antics, but he couldn’t resist a lopsided grin. “Anyway, where were you even going?”

“To get a drink,” you blatantly lied through your teeth, unwilling to admit that you were actually looking for him. There’s one thing that Yunjin always preached and it was to never let a man know you’re chasing him. In times like this, you were about to listen to her teachings.

“You had fun dancing with Jay?” Heeseung smoothly brought up, completely having zero intentions of either sugar coating nor hiding his jealousy, and you were stunned by his straightforwardness, a small grin tugging at your lips.

“He offered me company, so I took up that offer. Someone here was off flirting with someone else, no? I thought you were a gentleman?” you said teasingly, but in secret, you had to admit you were a little upset. Just a little.

Heeseung stared back at you, a look of amusement and deadpan on his face.“I wasn’t flirting, Y/N. She was asking what drink I got since it looked funky and being the gentleman I am—” he gave you a smirk and winked, “— I answered her question, but she couldn’t hear me so I had to lean in. It’s genuinely a misunderstanding from someone else’s point of view,”

Noticing the slight lingering doubt in your features, he smiled at you reassuringly, throwing his arm around you and started guiding you back to the private room. “You do know I’m yours for the night, right? I won’t leave you for someone else. I told you I’ll have you by my side and I’ll stick to it,”

“Just for tonight?” you said curiously, peering up at him.

“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow at you quizzically, but you just brushed it off, flushing a little at your own words, meanwhile Heeseung sneaked a small smile after noticing your panicky behaviour.

“Let me take you home,” Heeseung offered, pushing the door open to a room scattered with people here and there, some making out on the couch and some at the corner having small talks. The contrast was certainly there.

“What about the whole birthday celebration for Jay? Cake?”

“Oh he’s too drunk for that,” Heeseung waved his hand dismissively, as if this was a common occurrence. “Sunghoon will help him out, don’t worry,”

“If you say so … then I won’t decline your kind offer,” you furrowed your eyebrows, pursed your lips and stared pointedly at Heeseung. “Did you drink?”

“Mocktails, Y/N, mocktails. I’ve been pulled over before and trust me, I want none of that again,”

“Bad boy Heeseung … interesting,” you nodded slightly, a mischievous smirk on your face, to which was met with Heeseung unamused laugh.

“I’ll dump you here if you call me that again,” he huffed, picking up your jacket and bag.

“What happened to being yours for the night?” you said in a sing-song tone, looping your arm around his and pulled him through the door, making sure to wave a half-drunk Jay along the way out.

“Might have to make some adjustments then.”

“Mean.”

NEVER IN YOUR DREAMS WOULD YOU EXPECT YUNJIN TO absolutely embarrass Heeseung the moment he dropped you off at your doorstep. But that was exactly what had happened. 

"Oh Heeseung," Yunjin opened the door with a hand placed on her hip, staring straight at Heeseung with a vague smile.

"Uh … hi?" Heeseung greeted back with uncertainty, panning back and forth between you and your roommate.

"Kissed Y/N yet?" 

You and Heeseung immediately froze on the spot, blinking in question back at Yunjin, and you swore to yourself that you couldn't take anymore embarrassing moments for the night or else you'll soon be six feet under. You felt heat travelling up to your face and embarrassment crawling onto your skin.

"Well! Goodnight, Heeseung. Thanks for the ride!" you instantly pushed Yunjin back inside, closing the door but just enough for you to peek your head out.

"Don't mind her, she likes to think … outside the box sometimes!" you whispered to him, an apologising half smile on your face and ears burning a scarlet red, which Heeseung mirrored and finally after a last goodbye, he left and you were alone with Yunjin.

"I'll kill you, Huh Yunjin."

"Fuck."

It's been a few days since that interesting exchange and you've already texted Heeseung about it, being able to sigh a breath of relief when he was cool about it and sparing the trouble of chasing Yunjin around. Soon, with the mountain load of work, it was already Friday night hockey in a blink of an eye.

“You whore! You lying whore," Yunjin hissed, sucking her teeth. "I heard a specific someone is done with hockey boys? Is she in the room with us now?”

You were caught guilty at once, passing Yunjin a dirty look as you pulled Heeseung's jersey over your head. "It just … happened. Oh my God, am I actually in love?"

"Let's not jump to conclusions first, genius," Yunjin poked your forehead. "Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"No hesitation. I've truly lost you to him, huh?"

"You're always my number one, Jen," you rolled your eyes at her antics, picking your stuff up and starting to make your way out to the arena with Yunjin clinging onto your arm.

“But the problem now is who’s going to make the move first?” Yunjin hummed, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip.

“I’m hoping he would,”

“Why don't you do it?”

“This isn’t the first day we’ve been friends, Jen,”

“Right …”

Being somebody who's afraid of confrontation, you find yourself stuck in the middle. Currently torn between wondering if you were finally ready for something new and worrying if Heeseung would treat you right. 'He's serious about you' rang in your head from time to time and you couldn't lie, you started reciprocating the interest he had in you over time.

"If you like him, just go for him," Yunjin spoke out of the blue after a moment of silence, as if reading your thoughts and sensing something off. "I'm serious, Y/N. He's a nice, genuine guy, and seeing the way he treats you, you deserve someone that gives you their all,"

"Yunjin I'll cry right now," you stopped in your tracks, pouting at your best friend while she could only laugh, throwing her arms around you and continuing to drag you towards the arena.

"Aren't they playing our rival team today?" Yunjin recalled, frowning a little upon realisation. "That means he's there too, no?"

"Unfortunately," you pressed your lips into a thin line, breathing out slowly. "You do remember me telling you that Heeseung and I bumped into him at the party right?"

“Yeah?”

“They’re definitely going to cause a scene tonight, I can feel it in my bones,” 

“It’s not that serious,”

“Remember Matthew’s lifelong rival since high school that I’ve mentioned before?”

“Don’t tell me it’s …”

“Heeseung. Small world, right?”

Yunjin raised her eyebrows in surprise, whistling quietly under her breath. "Quite unexpected," she said breathlessly, not realising that you were now already at the arena. "I'd love a fight,"

"You just love chaos,"

"And you're right," Yunjin smiled sweetly at you and you pushed her face away, earning a laugh from her. "Is Heeseung not meeting you pregame?" She nudged your side, raising her eyebrows expectantly with a knowing smirk on her face as she led you down to your usual seats in the arena.

"He did text me…" you said, seeing Yunjin's eyebrows rising higher. "But he said his coach is more strict for today so no pregame meetings,"

"Lame," Yunjin booed.

"He also said he's treating dinner tonight after the game,"

"Not lame," Yunjin switched up and practically almost jumped out of her seat, clapping her hands. "Let's feast tonight. Go team!"

"MAN, I NEED SOME POPCORN FOR THIS,"

Nervousness started creeping up on you as you witnessed the heated start of the game, both teams clashing roughly into one another and fouling left and right. Yunjin was entertained; you were worried and stressed.

"They keep fouling our team and no time outs, you're kidding," you threw your hands up in frustration, noticing other students grumbling as well.

"Are we surprised? Big games are like this," Yunjin shook her head, crossing her arm and leaned back into her seat.

Two periods went by rather quickly, both teams were tied and obvious vexation hung in the air. You noticed Heeseung was practically flying around, chasing the puck with vigor, bumping hard into other players in order to reach the goalpost, but to his dismay, he missed the shot, earning groans from many, you included.

The third period rolled over in a blink of an eye, the tension heightened as the two teams were finding ways to score desperately. Your eyes instinctively followed Heeseung's speeding figure, but something in your stomach told you things were about to turn sour real quick.

Heeseung was zooming across the defenders with ease, guiding the puck towards the goalpost, until a distinct figure, who happened to be the one and only, Matthew, skated up next to him and started causing trouble. You couldn't tell what was exactly happening, but the aggression between the two was getting heavier by each second.

Next thing you knew, Heeseung rammed into your ex, sending him flying to the glass panels, but that wasn't all. Heeseung completely forgo the puck, throwing his gloves to the side and skated up to Matthew, sizing him up.

Both teams were extremely caught off by this sudden fight between them, everyone started panicking the moment Heeseung grabbed Matthew by the neck, but your ex seemed unfazed and continued uttering something to him, leading up to the part where Heeseung punched the latter in the face.

You and Yunjin audibly gasped and so did everyone else in the arena, including the players on the bench and the coaches who were yelling over the noise. Those on the ice made their way to the fight, trying their utmost best to rip the two apart, but Heeseung had his hands practically glued on Matthew, not wanting to let go as he was seen screaming at him.

"I mentioned wanting a fight but not like this …" Yunjin muttered, now standing and occasionally tip-toeing to see what was happening. "Matthew obviously egged him on and pissed Heeseung off,"

"Heeseung has the worst temper on ice, he knew what he was doing," you frowned, getting worried as you watched the referee sending both of them to the penalty box. Heeseung threw his helmet on the floor in frustration, his wet strands of hair sticking onto his forehead.

"Well, at least the team is winning," Yunjin pointed out to the score line, where a glorious 3-2 was showing on the jumbotron. The home team managed to score the winning goal after the game was resumed, taking advantage of the opposition's bewilderment from the fight to mess their strategy up.

The crowd was cheering and jumping, food got scattered around onto the floor and the away fans could only leave in silence. Towards the end of the final period, Heeseung's penalty ended and he joined the team in exiting the ice, face still a little sour as his coach started telling him off.

“You should find him after this,” Yunjin tapped your side and you nodded in agreement, making sure to text him beforehand. 

‘Locker room’ was the only thing he texted back and you slowly got anxious, curious as to what had really happened between him and your ex on ice. One thing’s for sure, it definitely wasn’t something good. 

You stormed up to the doors of the locker room, heaved a breath of courage and pushed your way in. Lucky for you, by the time you got there mostly everyone was gone, except for Heeseung and Sunghoon, both sitting on a bench, whispering aggressively at one another. That was until Sunghoon caught your approaching figure, giving Heeseung a final word before standing up.

“Y/N,” Sunghoon passed you an awkward smile, a first aid kit in his hands. “I’ll leave him in your hands, I have an appointment with someone now,” he basically thrusted the box into your hands, whispering a quick apology and thanks before scampering away.

You felt helpless and confused as the box sat in your hands, then you started advancing slowly towards Heeseung and soon, you were standing directly in front of him, prompting him to stare up at you, still managing to crack a smirk even when his face looked rough. His left eye was bruised, lips cut and cracked and practically bleeding, his knuckles red and bruised. Overall, he was quite literally a mess.

"You're wearing my jersey,"

"And you're bleeding right now, is that important?"

"To me it is,"

"You're a fool. You have a bruised eye now," you fingers grazed against his cheeks, gaze travelling from one end to the other of his face.

"Do you still think I’m cute?"

"One more word and I'll add a bruise on the other eye," you gave him a side eye and he only responded with a chuckle, patting the empty spot beside him and you complied, sitting down and your shoulder touched his, leaving zero space between the both of you.

“What happened?” you hissed, staring pointedly at him as your hands dug through the items in the first aid kit.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Heeseung grunted, nodding at your actions and you only returned an unamused look.

“I do, now stop avoiding my question,” you hissed, applying some ointment on his knuckles, causing him to flinch in pain, face screwed in discomfort. “What happened, Hee? I saw,”

Heeseung was reluctant, but he gave in eventually, anger evident in his gaze and tone. “It was your ex,”

“I know you are rivals, but you could’ve just ignored him—”

“No, you don't get it, I can’t! He was talking shit about you,” Heeseung ran a hand through his hair in frustration, adam apple bobbing as he tried not to burst out. "'Go back to that slut', 'do you enjoy my leftovers'. I can't just continue playing after the shit he said, there's no way I'll stand there and do nothing,"

"It's okay, Hee—"

"It's not," he huffed, his frown deepened, running a hand across his face. "It's not okay and I wasn't going to let that man call you names and walk free,"

You couldn't resist a smile, your heart thumping against your chest and your gaze softened, placing a hand on his. "Thanks for standing up for me. Really."

"I always will at any time, I care about you, Y/N, and I don't want anything bad happening to you," Heeseung blurted out, his face gradually turning red upon realising his own confession, making sure to seem nonchalant as he switched the topic. "You should've seen his face when I actually punched him. He was all talk only,"

"He's like that, unfortunately," you sighed as you finished wrapping some compressible bandages over his knuckles, whispering a quick 'sorry' when he winced.

“Honestly if you keep pulling these tricks on ice, I might think you’re into me,” you added boldly, referring to the other time where he dedicated a goal to you and he, too, realised the same, the tip of his ears turning a slight red.

“What if I told you I am?”

“Oh, I know,”

Heeseung leaned back, an amused grin plastered on his face. You couldn't tell if he's glad you knew or if he's in horror. "Am I that obvious? Am I too transparent?"

"Well, would you rather me be dumb and not take the hint?"

"Definitely not that," Heeseung leaned back closer to you, letting you clean the small cut on his lips. "I have a feeling someone ratted me out to you,"

"Partially, but I did have a feeling," 

"Motherfucker," he hissed under his breath, then his eyes widened, a look of panic flashed across his face. "So … you know I liked you before this, then do you … like me?"

You rolled your eyes, in disbelief these words were coming from the fuckboy himself. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be sitting here," you were finally done patching him up, placing everything back neatly into the box as he watched your every move. "You're fantastic at hockey but you're terrible at feelings, Hee,"

"I'm easily intimidated,"

"I didn't see you being intimidated while fighting,"

"Intimidated by pretty girls, I mean,"

"How charming," you mused, bumping his shoulder softly. "When and how did it even start, I thought you were the type to fuck around,"

"I've noticed you since English class and after some time, I saw you at my games too. I didn't want to approach you since I was worried you'd think of me differently because of my past—"

"Fuckboy-ness?"

"You could put it that way," Heeseung clapped his hands, leaning forward to rest his arms on his thighs. "I just liked you. You were funny at presentations, charming, passionate in things you liked. I wanted to get to know you better and after meeting you, it just … clicked,"

"But at the party, why did you even bother asking my name when you already knew who I was?"

"First impressions matter, Y/N. I didn't want to seem like a whole ass stalker,"

"You could've mentioned that you knew my name from English. 'Oh you're Y/N from English', there,"

"Are you teaching me how to flirt?"

"I'm teaching you how to flirt with me,"

"Alright then," Heeseung turned his body to fully face you now, a look of seriousness on his face. "Y/N from English, I like you. So much till the point where I feel suffocated. I don't care if you'll beat my ass after we lose and I'll listen to all of your analysis, will you go out with me?"

"Yes and I like you too, jackass. Now shut up and kiss me already," you wrapped a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in towards you and attached your lips to his, instantly melting against his touch the moment he snaked a hand across your jaw. 

You couldn't believe this was happening, it felt like a dream. His lips were soft, the taste of mint on his tongue lingered, the feeling on his lips on yours was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. 

Heeseung broke away momentarily, his forehead remained pressed against yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. "You're really romantic, Y/N,"

"You bet," you giggled in between kisses, your hands pushing him back a little as he practically chased your lips like a starved man. "You should go change,"

"Fuck, you're right," he glanced down at his hockey gear clad body. "It's getting late too, I'll drive you back. Want to stop by a drive through? I told you tonight's my treat,"

"I'm down,"

"Let me get my clothes, wait here," Heeseung stood up, ready to walk away but halting abruptly. "Tomorrow night, dinner, is that okay?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"It's whatever you like,"

"Pick me up at 7,"

"On it," Heeseung nodded slowly, taking note of it mentally. "Also, does Yunjin want some food too?"

"If you buy her some, you'll immediately be on her good list, just saying,"

"You two are so alike, it's scary,"

"We're besties for a reason."

IT'S BEEN FIVE MONTHS EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT IN THE LOCKER room. You remembered coming home with Heeseung tailing behind you after, a bag of food in his hands and a welcoming Yunjin greeting him at the door.

"You two finally kissed, didn't you?" Yunjin mentioned carelessly in between bites of her burger and you swore you saw Heeseung's soul escaping his body. "That's the shade of lipstick Y/N wears on the side of your lips,"

Heeseung's hand flew to the side of his lips, touching the spot where you gave him a small peck of encouragement before getting off of the car.

"I'm glad you two are together," Yunjin continued, not noticing the flushed state you and Heeseung were in. "It's been months—oh God, I need to tell Jake this,"

And she did, leading to Jake calling you up the day after where he basically shouted through the phone. Since then, you had a plus one to every football game Jake played in.

"You guys are so annoying," Yunjin grimaced at the sight of Heeseung leaning his head onto your shoulder.

It was currently a Saturday night just after Heeseung's playoff match in which he scored three goals, so now, the team and your friends were at a nearby bar celebrating the victory.

"Stop being jealous," Heeseung defended, dropping his voice and closing in. "That's why I told you to go for Jay,"

"Him? Only God can put up with him, I barely know him and I already couldn't stand him,"

"Someone will eventually," you shrugged, taking a sip out of your mocktail.

"Good luck to them," Jake mumbled, holding his cup up for a toast and downed it all within the next second.

The night ended with a very drunk Yunjin along with many other drunk hockey players stumbling over their feet. Jake offered to take Yunjin home and she could only splutter out some responses, while you and Heeseung went by yourselves.

"If we can win the playoffs, I'll literally explode," Heeseung was currently the happiest man in the world, one hand holding his girlfriend while the other was close to touching the playoff trophy. He could ask for nothing more.

"It'll happen, Hee," you assured, running your thumb across his finger softly. "It's bound to happen, the team is strong. You have to believe my analysis too,"

"Pfft, fairs, your analysis does always hit the spot,"

"See? I'm always right,"

"Yeah yeah," Heeseung chuckled, pulling the car to park once you've arrived at your dorm's carpark and you two just sat there naturally, a sense of ambiance in the air as the radio played quietly in the background.

"I love you,"

Those three words were the first to break the silence. Heeseung looked like he was in disbelief although he was the one who said it first. Meanwhile, you were starting to smile like a fool.

"Did I—"

"I love you too, you idiot," you grabbed his face before he could continue, knowing well he'll end up rambling in the end. You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, earning a stunned look from him until he eventually returned the favour.

"Was it too soon?" He mumbled against your lips as he gradually pulled away.

"I was actually wondering when you'll crack,"

"Fuck off," he scoffed, squeezing your cheek gently upon seeing your playful smirk. His gaze softened, eyes evidently filled with affection, anyone could literally vouch for how whipped this man was."I love you, stay by me forever, please,"

"Say less, captain." 

Hockey boys might've scared you once, but this time, one of them ended up mending your broken heart and won you over instead, and thankfully, he was here to stay. For a long time.

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[azure-cherie]

PAC : General messages for you

Hello loves , i hope you are doing well 🥰❤️ , choose with your intuition, take what resonates and leave the rest since this is a general pac , you can choose multiple and choose another if one doesn't resonate with you . Hope it helps 😉

⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ⴰ ࣭͘ 🔮⭑ุ 𝁼 ✷⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ⴰ ࣭͘ 🔮⭑ุ 𝁼 ✷⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ⴰ ࣭͘ ⭑ุ 𝁼 ✷⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 🔮𓂃 ⴰ ࣭͘ ⭑ุ 𝁼 ✷⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 🔮𓂃 ⴰ ࣭͘ ⭑ุ 𝁼 ✷⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 🔮𓂃 ⴰ ࣭͘ ⭑ุ 𝁼 ✷⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳ 𓂃 ⴰ ࣭͘ 🔮⭑ุ 𝁼 ✷⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳

Pile 1.

You are going to face some challenges soon however you should know that you're fully capable to face each one of them i feel the challenges are either financial or educational , you need faith the most this time and it will be provided by someone close to you , there is a chance of unexpected help coming to you , be mindful and beware you are manifesting great things , it's just the tower moment before the star arrives , keep pushing through you're almost their . Don't let your ego drive through this situation, listen to someone whom you can trust or listen to your own inner intuition. Your intellect is tested here , practice as much as you can , practice will give you everything, i think this pile also has people who have competitive exams soon , i keep hearing pomodoro technique, recapitulation etc , i also feel really sleep be mindful of your body sleep more , you can remember more that way , don't put so much pressure onto yourself. I feel some people here have been too protective with their resources it's like they never want to share what they have , spirit is telling you to be generous, the more you give the more you get . Like being a miser right now may lead to some financial instability later as a karma i feel, so like to use it correctly. For the other bunch of people i feel there's someone who is coming to aid your financial problems and give you support in that area . I get the message that some people here must change the layout of their door decoration like the elements i suppose , you can install some money attraction signs i feel , change your curtains and also your purse . Gift chocolates to your loved ones and consume walnuts . A deer symbolism is coming through as well . All the best loves.

Pile 2 :

As i start the pile i get the song lyric in my head " I am laughing on the outside crying on the inside coz I'm so in love with you " , i feel recently you have gone through a heartbreak or a breakdown of some kind like something has really shattered for you , however know that this ends here , you have a period of love and stability beyond but it starts with self love first , you will have to work on yourself and heal yourself then only the spirits will send someone to be in your vibration and stay with you or else you are going to attract energy vampires . You will soon earn a reward probably a promotion or a medal or trophy of some kind , it's all a result of your hardwork you deserve it love , you also should work on your mindset a bit , you have great things to receive don't block it by overthinking everything. You could get a new best friend they will be your ride or die and help you in every situation they are wiser and will fight anyone who tries to harm you . They could also be a familiar spirit or someone in the astral realm . Beware of infidel people , okay one second i feel though this friend of yours is coming in your life , in the astral realm it could also invite people who are into mischief and pretend to be your friend, you have to be careful of them , like be mindful who you are inviting, use your discernment, you need it now . Try doing some protection for yourself. There's so much celebration around like promotions, spiritual upgrades, even a birth of a child in your family ( i feel they could be the rebirth of some ancestor of yours ) . Btw your lashes are looking great and your skin needs some nourishment. You will be blessed with greater intuition and many great opportunities are coming your way for you to grab them hehe so happy for you .

Pile 3:

New opportunities are coming for you soon , some of you may buy a new house or restaurant , move to a new place or a new college i feel . For some of you a guru is coming to help you , maybe in your spiritual path you have met some weird people and that's why you have lost your faith in gurus however the next person is divinely sent and is here to help you , it could be an archangel as well . If you are waiting for initiation into a spiritual field you will be getting it soon , there could be shamanic experience for you in about 8 months to a year. Look at you getting the rewards for your hardwork look at your smiling face you deserve it all , i think your past good actions will be rewarded soon , your rewards were delayed or are being delayed because of your limiting beliefs , let them go and see it coming through. There's someone who is going to reconcile with you after a long time , i think you should stay away from them , they are just adding upto your busy life , you should be focused on your goals for now , i mean you can still let them in but are you ready to take the burden they bring. Pay attention to your dreams maintain a journal , they are so important to you right now , people have been communicating to you but because you have been kind of distracted you haven't been receiving the messages, take some time to immerse yourself into transcendental meditation i feel it will help . You are going to completely transform yourself it's going to be so good for you love . You're coming out of the period of stagnation and giving yourselves the world and wait wait you could get a partner as well , loves around the corner babes !!!!!! You could get married if you're also looking for it :) . Love love love for you.

Pile 4 :

Things have been chaotic for you lately and yes i feel someone has been trying to do magic on you for your downfall could be a young women who is really jealous of your success or your beauty, in the past you may have someone whom you both used to love and now they chose you over them so they are doing this to be resentful against you this also could be someone who is very jealous of your wealth. Some people around you feel you have let the success around you get to your head , you might have lost some friends you were genuine, you should ground yourself now . Good things are coming for you as well like new projects and investments . Something about jewellery youll be gifted soon, you can start a jewellery making business it will be successful i feel so . Even though the other person has been trying so hard to see you fall , the universe is saying you must learn to protect yourself, don't be unbothered do something about it soon it will help really , your hope is the way through, you will get through this , there are some losses and they are unavoidable, it's a rock bottom thing you have to reach in some sphere of your life , for example: your career field could flourish but the other fields are going to be in a low state , it could differ from person to person. You will go through minor conflicts, you really need protection, whoever is doing this against you wtf they're nasty as hell , they have a lot of power but idk why are they using it against you coz I feel this is affecting you in ways you don't even understand, you feel as if it's your karma but it's not it's actually ulterior forces . Surrender to the spirit and ask your guides or the gods you pray to for help , you could do some protection spells as well so it ASAP . The good thing here is after this ends , you will go through a major change in your life for the better , you will become a better person and will establish yourself more . I get you might buy a car soon , some of you could also get famous for your strength and for having a beautiful body like a modelling contract i guess . Sending hugs .

Thank you for reading 🧡 have a great day/night ahead ✨✨✨

#pick a card tarot #pick a photo #pick a card reading #pick a picture #pick a pile #pick a card #pac reading #pac readings #tarot card reading #tarot reading

[weirdstills]

Q&A with Serizawa Katsuya (from the fanbook!!!)

credits: Muz🧂🌂 on Twitter

Q1. What are your grades at night school? What's your best subject?

A. I'm best at language and history. My grades aren't bad, but I'm not trying to compete with anyone.

Q2. How did you end up at Spirits and Such?

A "If you have nowhere to go, how about you work here?' Seems like other people got that offer too, but I guess I'm the only one who took it.

Q3. What do you usually talk about with Reigen?

A. Things we liked eating at the konbini recently and so on. He often asks me about what's going on at school, or about games and anime that are good for passing time.

Q4. Do you plan to keep working at the consulting office? A. It's rare for me to get hired, so I'll keep working there as long as my employment period lasts. I don't really know what I'm capable of doing, so it's enough that I have a job I can do.

Q5. Do you stay awake for New Year's or do you sleep when the time comes?

A. Awake.

Q6. Who did you talk to most when you were in Claw?

A. The President and Shou, I guess. They have very different personalities, but they treat everyone equally. I'm the kind of person other people usually look down on, so I can tell.

Q7. What's your alcohol tolerance? Do you go out when you're free from work?

A. I don't drink. Reigen doesn't either. We went out for drinks once, and we basically licked the surface of our beers before we started going madly at the edamame. Actually, Reigen fell asleep in the store just like that.

Q8. Serizawa-san, you're reliable and trusted by your boss. Give some advice to the rest of us working adults!

A. When you're just starting out, it's enough just to be able to say hello, thank you, and apologize! But doing these correctly is actually rather difficult.

Q9. What did you do with your first paycheck?

A. Reigen-san lent me money for my suit, so I used it to pay him back.

Q10. Is there anything you wish Reigen-san would stop doing?

A. At first, I thought he kept farting loudly and with no hesitation. Even if he's my boss, I'd hope that he can at least control the volume. It seems like that was actually the sound of the chair being in poor condition and rubbing against the floor, though, so hope he can fix the chair. Also, wish he'd stop joking around when there's dangerous evil spirits in front of him. Kageyama-kun says those aren't jokes, but if that's the case, there's really some situations I don't understand.

Q11. What's the most useless information you learned from Reigen?

A. He said there was a secret method to eating pizza without burning your mouth and then immediately burned his mouth. Also, there's supposed to be some trick to throwing salt around...? My school exams are coming soon and I'd like to remove those memories from my memory, even though I respect him very much.

#mob psycho #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #serizawa katsuya #katsuya serizawa #mp100 fanbook #this shit is so funny #so fucking funny #he just like me fr

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting my fiancé to hang out with my sister and I?

Okay so my fiancé (22f) offered to drive to Mexico with her aunt and stay a couple days. It was only three days notice and she hadn't discussed it with me(24f) at all. I do think she should go, she's been wanting a vacation lately and been really upset because I can't afford to go anywhere. It's a good opportunity to get vacation and family time. I was really happy for her. I just feel like it's basic politeness to at least let me know before she gave a definitive yes since we live together so I was slightly annoyed.

Fast forward two days and it seemed like that plan wasn't going to work out because her aunt wanted to postpone, so instead she decided to go out of town with her brother (18) since she had gotten her hopes up about a vacation, which again sounded like a good idea. In the meantime I'd set up a sleepover with my sister that same weekend.

Without even mentioning the situation to me, my fiancé posted on snapchat asking if a third person wanted to go with them to keep the costs down, which would be fine if she hadn't posted it to her story. Its okay if someone else goes but maybe asking in a groupchat or a few people individually but not absolutely everyone.

So of course her ex (who she has readily admitted shes left multiple people for) asked to go. It isn't her fault that her ex is the only one who offered but also that's part of the reason why I would have asked her to ask more directly than every single person she has on snapchat.

She asked me if I was comfortable with that which was nice, and I said not really because of the nature of their relationship. The only times we've hung out, my fiancé ended up being super cold and hostile to me and laughing her ass off at inside jokes with her. I get that they have a history and I don't expect her to pretend they dont, but it just makes me uncomfortable when we're all together because I feel like a third wheel to the person I'm engaged to and her ex girlfriend.

She got upset and said I was being unfair and ruining her weekend. I told her it was fine if she could find literally anyone else and that frankly it was inappropriate for her ex to even ask. She got argumentative about how she's been hanging out with her ex for years because they have mutual friends (which is fair except the mutual friends are not invited) and that her ex didnt even know I wouldnt be there. The argument lasted another two days. She kept saying that I am being too controlling, which I dont think is fair because if she didnt care about my feelings then why ask about them. I just gave up and said it was fine. I'd be having fun with my sister anyway so I wouldn't spend the whole time worrying, and I trust her not to cheat on me I just think it's a weird situation and it makes me uncomfortable, which is what she asked.

As soon as I said yes she told me it was too late to book an airbnb so she wasn't going to go, and that really upset me because she'd been so angry about me being uncomfortable that she wouldn't leave me alone for days and what was even the point of all that if she wasn't going to go anyway and she already decided that.

During the past 4 days until canceling suddenly like that, she was 100% supposed to be going out of town to somewhere, and I had gotten really excited about my sleepover with my sister. We were going to do things that my fiancé does not enjoy (arts and crafts, watching period movies) since it would be just us and also have some much needed sister time.

All of a sudden, the next day, my fiancé asked if she could come over too since she wasn't going anywhere. I said "I guess, but we were going to do stuff that you wouldn't like." And she got mad and told me I was being super rude and I could have been nice about it, which I thought I had been and I told her I feel like if she came either she wouldn't have fun or we wouldn't get to do the stuff that we were planning to. She was still angry all night and kept saying she obviously didn't want to come now since she wasn't welcome. I barely slept because she was so clearly upset with me and I didn't see any way to fix things without ruining my night with my sister.

The day before the sleepover she kept hinting that she wanted me to invite her and I really didn't want to. Maybe before all this stuff but I am really annoyed with all of this and I don't want he to butt in on my sisters night.

I think she's been inconsiderate and mean to me over this whole thing. I just don't get her thought process with any of it. But she seems really sad and that does make me think maybe I'm being the asshole here.

So AITA for not wanting my fiancé to hang out with my sister and I?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[shiny-jr]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH I literally cannot put into words how much I loved the latest Damnation au chapter- I was literally seconds away from putting my phone down to get back to work but as soon as I saw a glimpse of the fic, I just couldn't help but put everything on hold

I was really impressed with how you included Epel into the story in a way that just about correlated to Epel in canon (like how he was actively opposed to hit position in the castle). Like taking into consideration of the time period and the possible reasons why Epel would be relevant there in the first place despite not being in the original tale- SO WELL DONE!! Not to mention Vil going out of his way to find potential successors really emphasizes his hatred for Neige (poor guy😭) Also the way you write about Rook??? I knew he'd be creepy but gyat damn your writing only increased the feeling of it ten-fold. Especially in that scene after he climbed through the window and interrupted MC and Vil- Literally foaming at the mouth i was like 'holy crap this is it, we're gonna get exposed' cause aint no way Rook WOULDN'T know. Everything about him was unnerving yet so charming?? I really don't know how you do it but the way you just write them is just so accurate👏

As a Vil simp, every scene with him in it had be giggling and kicking my feet✨ I was pleasantly surprised with his advances towards the MC though- like hubba hubba... I ain't complaining though! The tension in those scenes were just *chefs kiss* Every moment with him just oozed authority and power, like I'd be on the edge of my metaphorical seat just waiting for the moment he calls out the MC

Like holy crap you really know how to set your scenes- like legit every time I Rook or Vil were in a scene, it genuinely felt tense. Also props to MC for looking out for #1 (themselves) even at the expense of ruining someone else

Anyway excuse my rambling lmao i'm definitely gonna be re-reading it again ^^

Sounds like another happy reader. And yes, Epel's part was difficult. Mainly because, well, Epel is based off the poisoned apple, so how is he supposed to play that role? In my mind, the poisoned apple is a tool used by the Evil Queen. So, what is similar to a tool? A person to manipulate, which is how I came up with the idea of heir. Combined with the fact that Vil obviously takes a shine to Epel, as he spends time meticulously perfecting his habits and mannerisms in-game. Which fit the scenario I was to use, of a King claiming an heir and drilling instructions and behaviors in their mind to manipulate.

Rook and Vil were easy to place into roles, due to who they're based off of. But it was difficult coming up with scenes for them, since the Huntsman and Evil Queen don't have a lot in the movies. Especially the Huntsman.

For Rook, I actually considered writing a scene were MC followed him as he scoped out the meadow or the moment when Rook was to escort Neige to the meadow, but ultimately I decided against that as it would overcomplicate the plot and give more time to Neige instead of Rook. I needed a way to properly portray Rook's watchfulness and the unease it spawns, which I figured should fit the setting. A carefully worded conversation knit of lies and unsaid threats and fears is much more effective when the reader is picturing hollowed stone halls of a palace instead of a colorful meadow. At least, that was my thought process there, which is why most interactions with Rook are in settings such as those.

And finally, Vil, who I decided to write a few more interesting scenes for purely because I know a good amount of my followers love that pretty man. There were multiple concepts and scrapped ideas I've already forgotten by now, different things that never made it to my keyboard, like a tense dinner scene and back-and-forth bickering. But some of those just didn't fit the feeling I wanted, or was out of character for either the MC or others.

Anyways, now I'm rambling. Sorry. I hope the second read was just as enjoyable as the first!

#shiny speaks #damnation twst au

[elvisabutler]

OK, I'll bite: since your requests are open, may we please, with all the cherries on top, get a Dove pregnancy fic? If you have the time and energy, of course - I know your WIP list is crazy, and I'm sure you have all kinds of things going on irl too, as we all do! 😘

if your child needs a daddy, i can help

summary: you find yourself pregnant with your first kid and you and austin make room for them in your lives despite how sometimes the whole pregnancy makes you feel emotionally and physically. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m, i suppose. he does get his finger inside of her. pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse ) word count: 2261 warnings: the normal warnings apply for this verse. daddy kink. dom/sub dynamics. brief mentions of past relationships that were not at all pleasant. anxiety. negative self talk. pregnancy kink. breeding kink. THESE WARNINGS MAKE IT SOUND MORE SMUTTY THAN IT IS. but it's actually quite fluffy. austin's just horny for his wife. referenced/implied fingering. future and past p in v sex referenced. author’s note: consider this canon for the main verse? obviously set in the future so- god maybe 2024/2025? generally speaking i loved this prompt and technically meant to keep it short or at the very least fluffy but uh- well austin's a horndog is really what happened. thank you anon for this prompt, truly, i'm really trying to get up the courage/gumption to restart actually actively writing for dove and austin and stuff like this and the asks really help more than you know. also thank you for acknowledging my crazy wip list. didn't actually think i'd write this as quick as i did, and truly i meant to have it up on mother's day when i realized how quick i was writing it but this past weekend. lord she was a doozy in my work real life. anyway i hope you like it and anyone who actually wants to be tagged for this verse, either hit me up in my ask box or my dms or someway. i didn't do my normal austin tag list for this because i know this verse has been known to occasionally bother some people and i don't want to put it in your face if you don't want to read it, you know?

It happens- as all things do with you and Austin- quickly. It comes within the two months of you telling Austin you want to make Austin a real Daddy. A daddy who can hold his child and rock it and sing it little lullabies until it grows up to be and strong like their parents. You'd think since you're a grown woman and a surprising amount of your life has become regimented in ways it wasn't after dating and then marrying Austin that you wouldn't miss your period and not notice. You wouldn't miss it one month, two months and only realize something's strange when you go to visit Austin to see his show and hiss and practically yelp in pain when he presses up against your chest. They were bigger but they always got a little bigger around your period, it was fine. But then Austin is murmuring in your ear and pressing his hand against your stomach where he can feel a firmness where there wasn't one before.

"Are you pregnant?"

That's a weird question to ask, you're due for your period any day now, you think, thinking that you're close enough to the beginning of the next month that you're due for one soon. Not that it'll be your third missed period in a row. You shake your head, "no, I'm due for it next week, I think."

Austin raises an eyebrow and presses against the firm spot, waiting for it to give only to realize it's staying firm, there's something there. "When was your last one, Dove?"

You open your mouth to answer once, twice, three times before you look down at his hand against your stomach and see how your breasts are practically spilling out of your bra and you let out a noise of delight and shock rolled into one. Your voice is soft when you answer him finally. "I don't remember."

The squeal of delight you let out and the way Austin laughs and laughs and laughs twirling you around before setting you back down so he can kiss your belly is something the cast talks about for the next week or two.

It's a flurry to try and get things rescheduled, have projects pushed back or dropped all together as your belly starts to curve outward, becoming harder and harder to hide as the weeks go by. You and Austin had made an agreement to not announce a single thing before 12 weeks. It wasn't a guarantee nothing would go wrong but it put you in a safer territory than you would be if you announced earlier. Austin argues every so often that you shouldn't make an announcement, not because he doesn't want people to know but because he's so fiercely protective over your private life with him beyond what the two of you have to show that exposing your child to this nonsense fills him with dread. He worries about the judgment he figures you'll get over having a baby like this. Worries about how if you want to book something short that people may look at your belly and realize that it's not worth it. Maxwell and Simon, your agents and managers and pseudo dads rolled into one promise to get you just one more thing even if you'll have an obvious belly for them because they care about you and your career almost if not more than Austin does.

You tell him- no, you explain to him that you can't do that, you can't go into hiding because you're pregnant. You want to be able to tell the world that you're carrying his baby, that your belly is growing because you told him you wanted a baby. This baby may not be their child, but they're your fans and what would you be without your fans? No, you have to announce it so that you can finally stop hiding in oversized hoodies and dresses tailored to hide your bump. Besides, you've been known to read the gossip blogs and the magazines while waiting for your doctor's appointments. You know very well there's theories as to what's going on and how people find it suspicious you've gone from full body shots on instagram to above the waist shots. There's theories about why you had to drop out of a film that you'd be filming while nine months pregnant and ready to pop if you did. This is the only real way to put them to rest.

"Looking forward to this little one and I having many more mother's days to come. Your daddy and I can't wait to meet you." is the caption you go with on Mother's day with Austin's hands and your hands on your stomach. The comments make you cry though if Austin asks you're only crying because of the hormones. Not because of your little Elvis family bombarding your comments with congratulations or the way any negative comments get overwhelmed by happier comments. Even Kaia and Vanessa say congratulations and you feel something in your chest loosen at the knowledge. You feel the fear that had gripped your heart deep down that whispered how you'd have to hide this pregnancy like you hide your submission to Austin- like you hid your relationships with your other doms- disintegrate and evaporate into thin air.

Austin knows the second he sees your smile and sees your response to a few messages that he's doomed, he's lost the fight of getting you to remain a little more private about the pregnancy. Truthfully he's just thankful you agree with him that the two of you are going to try your absolute hardest to keep the baby themselves out of the limelight. And - as he murmurs, cupping your growing bump one night- their three siblings. Your feed is split between promoting your new project, random other things you'd do and posts about your growing bump, your occasional sickness and how pregnancy isn't really all it's cracked up to be even when you want a baby.

It comes to a head one day when you're seven months pregnant with your big long baby that Austin felt the need to gift you with all his height genes and you're posting something about how this week has just been rough.

"I'm not speaking for everyone, obviously, and all you infertility moms can tell me I'm wrong, but for me- I'm- society gives us all some rose tinted glasses when it comes to pregnancy and from what some of you guys have told me, motherhood." You sigh, wincing as your daughter kicks your rib cage and does this somersault that has your stomach rolling and twisting. "I want more kids but- this hurts. This hurts and I feel huge and I can't breathe sometimes because they're pressing on everything and I know you guys have seen the pap photos, I can't even really hug Austin right any more."

Austin for his part knows better than to interrupt when he hears you talking to yourself and despite his better judgment waits outside your shared bedroom door until he hears words that stop his heart.

"It's selfish, I guess, but I worry sometimes that he doesn't- he isn't going to like me nearly as much when the baby comes out. We've all heard about how guys do that and Austin's but- I don't know. I'm being melancholy and that's not what you signed up for today." You lift up your shirt to show your bump as your daughter does another roll that you manage to catch on camera. "I guess they wanted to show off at the expense of mommy. You are definitely your father's kid."

When it's been silent for a few minutes and he hears you grunt in pain he finally walks inside the room to see you standing in front of the mirror, cupping your bump before running your hands over your chest. There's a part of him in the back of his head that finds the action arousing beyond belief but he sees the look on your face and sees how you're playing with your necklace as the hand that was on your breast moves up. You're so engrossed in looking at your body and allowing your mind to whisper things to you that you don't notice Austin until he's up behind you and his hands are lifting up your belly just so.

"Oh, Aus- Fuck, Daddy, keep your hands there." You moan, the relief palpable in your tone. "That feels so good, she's been-"

"Growing too fast and too big for my little Dove?" Austin's tone is light and playful has he kisses your neck, watching the two of you in the mirror. "The joys of having me as the other half of the genes. Two more months and then she's out of you and you're free until the next one."

Your jaw tenses just a little at the words. It's not that you don't want another baby but who's truly to say he's going to want you enough to make one. The silence after his joke is what makes Austin pause and has him kissing at your jaw. "What's wrong?"

Because something is wrong and you have to communicate with him, if you need something you need to tell him, that's always been the rule in your relationship. A sigh leaves your lips. "There's- you're not going to find me attractive-" you pause and try to take a breath before the first thought that comes to your mind leaves your mouth in a rush. "Elvis didn't like Priscilla after she had Lisa."

Austin drops your belly gently against your protests and turns you to face him while shaking his head, taking your head in his hands. "Dove. Don't- we're not them, remember?"

"I know that!" You practically whine before rubbing at your eyes that are quickly filling with tears. "I know we're not! I know you're Austin and I'm me but I look and feel like a beached whale and my boobs are huge and will probably sag everywhere-"

Austin places his finger on your lips before shaking his head. "I'm going to stop you right there and tell you to look down." He watches you as your eyes slide down his torso and stop between his legs. He's- he's hard just from looking at you and touching you. There's his arousal staring you in the face in his grey sweatpants and you can't help but bite your lip. It twitches a little.

"You're- Daddy."

"I'm hard. You know how I've been the bigger you get. I thought you were attractive before but carrying my baby? Watching your belly swell and seeing your boobs escape every bra you put them in? Dove, if my dick had it's way you'd be pregnant every second you could be." He murmurs, allowing his hands to slide down your neck to your chest where he gives your breasts and nipples a squeeze before sliding down to your stomach. "And when this belly is gone? When our daughter is suckling at your chest? I'm going to remember that you did this. Going to remember how my wife grew our daughter and is feeding her from her own body still. I'm going to know that you're strong and perfect. And I'm going to remind myself we have a baby schedule to stick to. That I can't just immediately put another one inside of you."

His words cause a shudder to ripple through you and Austin smirks just a little, moving his hands down lower and lower, "Dove, if I put my hand between your legs how wet is it going to get?"

You feel your breath shakily leave your mouth. "Soaked. Please, Austin-"

A kiss cuts off your words as Austin's hand slides in between your leggings and your skin, inching ever so closer to where he's ignited a fire. He pulls away just a hair and shakes his head. "Try again, lil Dove. Please who?"

The eyeroll you give him holds no malice but you can't help it even as your arousal threatens to overwhelm you. "Daddy, please."

"I'll always give my Dove what she needs," he murmurs, finally sliding his fingers inside of you with a low groan from both of you.

It's funny how after that night your sex life with Austin up until the end of your pregnancy became a little more intense. More frequent as if to reassure you any time the voice inside your head got too loud and any time every trick your therapists taught you failed. Austin loved you and there wasn't a single doubt about that. Even if there was, the way he was by your side throughout your labor with your daughter would have done away with any doubts. There wasn't much more you could ask for in a partner than what he did for you that day and what he does for you as you recover.

It's a week before any of you are ready to take a picture but you're thankful for Ashley recommending a good photographer for the newborn pictures despite Austin's protests that he could take his own. After all, you wanted him in some of them, and you didn't trust an autotaken picture for this. When it comes time for Austin to post that your daughter's been born he goes for a simple picture that shows your hand on top of Austin's and Loretta's on yours with a simple caption: isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful.

He saves the other photos for you to post.

#austin butler #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fluff #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfiction #little dove series #dove series #you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue #ally writes #also surprise me posting two fics in one day!!

[sequinsmile-x]

Adhesive

Emily contemplates how it feels to have her kids growing up when her pre-teen daughter calls her for help.

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Hi friends,

This is a gift for my bestie @ssa-sparks, because she deserves all the good things. But also because I made her start watching Bones with me a few months ago on Disney + GroupWatch and I know that the episode we are watching tonight will upset her. (5 x 16 for those who've seen it. IYKYK)

I hope you all enjoy this - it's largely fluff.

-x-

Warnings: Discussion of periods

Words: 2.4k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily groans as she buries her head in her hands, the thought of doing more paperwork enough to cause a migraine. She rubs her forehead for a second before she shakes her head and reopens her eyes, blowing out a breath as she looks at the pile of papers she still had to sign off. 

It had been a few years since she’d been promoted to Section Chief and whilst she was grateful for the extra time it gave her with her kids, she could do without the paperwork and the politics. She smiles as she looks at a framed picture she took at Jack’s recent high school graduation at the start of summer. The boy she’d met when he was a tiny little thing standing tall in between his brother and sister, Oliver and Hazel, their matching grins all shining brightly at the camera. She was so proud of all of her children, of the people they were becoming, but it was hard watching them get older and feeling them need her less and less.

Hazel was 12 now, slowly becoming more embarrassed by her parents as time went on and grappling for her independence. The little girl who had once wanted to be with her everywhere she went, her little shadow, now fading away from her. Oliver was 9, and still at the stage where he loved to spend time with Emily and Aaron, and Emily knew she wasn’t alone in embracing every moment he wanted to spend with them, well aware that Aaron felt the same way, both of them all too familiar with the fact he’d outgrow them soon too.

She knew it meant she’d done a good job at parenting, something she’d once been convinced she wouldn’t be capable of. Her children were kind and empathetic. Independent and stubborn. And they made her proud every day. 

But part of her desperately missed when they were tiny little things that made her lose sleep because they were crying for her, not because she was worried about where they were like she had been about Jack all summer before he left for college. 

She shakes her head at herself and blows out a breath as she goes to pick up the next stack of papers, but she’s interrupted by her phone ringing. For a moment she thinks it’s going to be Jack again. He’d called her a lot since he’d moved away to college, either for homework advice or just to chat, and it made her smile every time, but she freezes as she reaches for her phone, and panic rises in her chest as she sees her daughter’s name and picture flash up on the screen. Hazel was only supposed to use her cell phone at school in emergencies only and Emily feels her cheeks go warm as she is overwhelmed by worst-case scenarios. She answers the phone quickly, taking a calming breath before she speaks.

“Haze, is everything okay?” 

She hears a sniff down the line, followed by her daughter’s voice. A tight, controlled edge to it that wasn’t normal for her, “Mom? Can you come pick me up from school?”

“What’s wrong honey?” She asks, biting her thumbnail as she waits for an answer. 

“I feel sick,” she replies, sniffing again, her voice shaking slightly, “Can you please come pick me up?” 

Emily sighs sympathetically. Hazel loved school usually so she knew she wasn’t faking anything, that if said she was feeling sick she really was. She thinks of her husband, who had retired from the BAU years ago, who would be at home grading papers from one of the classes he taught at the academy. 

“Honey, your Dad’s at home if you want to call-”

“No,” she says, clearing her throat before she lowers her voice, “I…I’d rather it was you. I started my period and…can you come get me?”

It all clicks into place. The fact Hazel was calling her in the middle of the day, her insistence Emily would go pick her up. The slight edge of desperation in her voice. It was a moment Emily had been trying to prepare Hazel for since she’d started middle school. They had products in the bathroom at home waiting for her, she’d talked through what it all meant, but the reality was different. 

Her little girl really was growing up.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says, already standing up and hastily packing her things into her briefcase, “I’ll leave the office now, okay? Do you need a change of clothes or anything?”

“No it’s okay it…it started in gym class,” Hazel says, sounding embarrassed, “I was in my gym shorts. The nurse gave me some things and I got changed back into my clothes.” 

Emily shakes her head to herself, well aware of how cruel kids could be, that part of her daughter’s embarrassment would be down to the fact her classmates had likely realised what was happening.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Emily assures her as she leaves her office, her phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she quickly writes a note for her assistant, letting him know where she’d gone.

“Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

She smiles as she walks towards the elevator, “Love you too, honey.”

The journey to the school has never felt longer, and Emily swears her heart breaks as soon as she sees Hazel. 

She knows better than to pull her into a hug the way she wants to, well aware that if she showed any kind of affection on school property Hazel would likely never speak to her again, so she simply smiles softly, and exchanges a few words with the nurse whilst Hazel gathers her things. 

Emily decides to let her daughter take the lead and maintains the silence she has set as they walk back to the car. It’s only when they are driving away, Hazel’s arms crossed tightly over her chest as she looks out the window, that she starts to speak.

“Thanks for picking me up.”

“No problem at all sweetheart,” Emily says, reaching over the centre console to squeeze Hazel’s knee, “You’re more important than anything,” she sees a hint of a smile, the dimples the pre-teen had inherited from both her and Aaron, carved deep into her cheeks, “I sent your dad out for ice cream, chocolate and snacks.”

Hazel turns to look at her so quickly Emily is sure it must have hurt, the young girl’s eyes wide, “You told Dad?” 

She’d called him as soon as she left the office, trying to prepare him for what was probably going to be a long night of heavy emotions in their home, and he’d been the one to suggest that he went out to get all of Hazel’s food. It blew Emily away that he was still able to come up with ways to make her love him even more than she already did after all this time.

“I had to tell him why you were coming home, Haze,” Emily explains softly, “Plus, Dad does know what a period is, he’s lived with me for well over a decade, and Haley before that.” 

Hazel sinks slightly further into her seat, her shoulders so tight Emily can see the tension in them when she briefly turns to look at her, “I guess.” 

Emily has to stop herself from smirking, “I promise you he’ll be fine, the snacks were his idea.” 

Hazel hums, “What are the snacks for anyway?” 

She smiles as she stops the car at a traffic light and she reaches out for her daughter, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “Trust me, baby, the snacks are the most important part of the whole thing.”

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Emily sighs as she looks at herself in the mirror, her hands against the bathroom countertop as she gives herself a moment.

It had been a long evening. Hazel was insistent she wasn’t going to school the following day and that she’d go back on Monday, clearly hoping something else would have happened by then so that her period starting in the middle of gym class would be old news. Neither Emily nor Aaron could convince her otherwise, and had eventually relented, not wanting to upset her by forcing her to go. Oliver had overhead everything and, in a misguided but sweet attempt to cheer his sister up, had declared he’d started his period too - something that had led to Hazel yelling at him and him crying and immediately seeking out Emily for some comfort 

She blows out a breath as she pinches the bridge of her nose, only looking back up when she hears the bathroom door opening, a small smile spreading over her face when her eyes meet her husband’s in the mirror. 

“You okay?” He asks, walking over and wrapping his arms around her. She grunts in response and leans back against him, her hands linking with his over her abdomen. He chuckles and kisses the side of her head, “Is Hazel okay?”

Emily nods, “She’s tucked up in bed with a heating pad and some candy she thinks I didn’t see her sneaking out of the pantry.” 

He smiles and kisses her head again before placing his hands on her hips and turning her to face him, “So we’re forgetting the ‘no food in the bedrooms rule’ tonight?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, “Do you want to go tell her to put it back?” She asks, smirking when he visibly swallows thickly, “That’s what I thought.” 

Aaron wraps his arms around her tightly as she leans against him, her forehead against his chest as she breathes him in, her fists tight in the back of his t-shirt in a way that lets him know she’s upset about something. He gives her a moment, lets her take what she needs as he runs his hand up and down her back, and then he pulls away just enough so he can look at her. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks, repeating the question she hadn’t answered when he walked into the bathroom.

Emily blows out a breath, her shoulders heavy as if he’d just asked her the meaning of life, and she shrugs before she moves her hands to rest on his shoulders, idly plucking at a stray thread at the neckline of his t-shirt. 

“She’s growing up.” 

He stops himself from smiling, well aware that moments like this were absolutely not the time to make fun of her, no matter how lovingly, and he cups her cheek, forcing her to look at him.

“Baby, she’s 12.” 

She groans, scrunching her nose up in distaste at her own mood, something she hadn’t been able to shift since the moment Hazel had called her that morning, “I know, I do know that,” she replies, sounding so sad his heart clenches in his chest, “But…they don’t need me as much anymore,” she says, pressing her lips together in a firm line, “I love them all so much, and I’m so proud of them, but I kind of miss when they were small and needed us to tuck them in or read them a story.” 

He wraps his hand around hers and leads her to the bedroom, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed as he joins her. 

“Em, sweetheart,” he starts reassuringly, “They’ll always need you,” he says, and she scoffs, shaking her head as she wipes away a tear she feels ridiculous for shedding, “It’s true,” he says, smiling when she looks up at him, “Who is it that Jack calls every other day even though he’s in college?”

“Me,” she replies, clearing her throat in a vain attempt to push her emotions back down.

“And who is it Ollie wants every time he’s sad? And who did Hazel call earlier when she needed someone?”

“Me,” she says again, fighting a smile and failing as he smiles right back at her. 

“And who do I need every day, not to mention when things go wrong?”

She blushes, unsure how she could still be so affected by him, “Me.”

He furrows his brows together, “No, Dave,” he deadpans, breaking into laughter, the sound that always warmed her from the inside out when her mouth drops open and she playfully tries to slap his shoulder, stopped when he catches her hand, “Of course it’s you,” he says, leaning in to kiss her, his lips stamped against hers, “You’re the glue, sweetheart. The thing that keeps us all together.” 

She wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a hug that eases the last bit of tension in her chest. “How is it you always know what to say?”

He kisses her temple and smiles against her skin before he pulls back, “Well I am your husband, it would be pretty sad if I didn’t.”

There’s a gentle knock on the door and it’s pushed open, and Oliver pokes his head around the door, a concerned look in his eyes that Aaron always said was all her. 

“Ollie,” Aaron starts, turning to look at his youngest, “You’re supposed to be in bed.” 

“I know,” he says, his hands clasped in front of him as he nervously picks at his nails, “But I got up to go to the bathroom and…”

He drifts off and his parents exchange a look, and Emily turns back to their son and smiles encouragingly, “And…”

“I wondered if you’d tuck me in, Mom?” He asks, looking down at his hands as he shrugs, “And maybe read me a story?”

It had been so long since he’d asked for it she knows that he’d overheard their conversation, and it takes everything in her to not burst into tears. He was so sweet, so perfect, she often wondered how she’d made him. She swallows thickly, and feels her husband briefly hold her a little tighter.

“I’d love that sweet boy,” she says, grateful that her voice is even as she stands up and walks over to him. She ruffles his hair and he leans into her side, his smile wide as he looks up at her, clearly pleased that he’d cheered her up. She turns to look at Aaron, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

He nods and smiles at them, their matching expressions full of joy enough to make his heart swell in his chest.

“Take all the time you need.” 

-x-

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[traegorn]

I need to stop doing this to myself.

(A Rant Where Trae Has Written Too Many Books This Month)

So since most of you started following me because of Witchcraft or podcast stuff, I realize a lot of you don't know how much fiction writing I do.

Primarily what I've published are comics. The big one is UnCONventional (which ran from December of 2009 to December of 2019), but I also did a steampunk comic called The Chronicles of Crosarth (which I put on hiatus in like 2018 intending to come back to... but I haven't, and I make no guarantee that I will even though over 650 of the 800 planned pages are done). Crosarth is... fine? The art isn't great in either of these, but UnCONventional carries itself with the humor.

But that's all old stuff. You may be like "Trae, what have you been producing for the last four years," and the answer is "not a lot." I got major creative block with the pandemic. Peregrine Lake, the "Northwoods Gothic" comic I was supposed to launch in 2020 (which has some characters from UnCONventional in it) didn't materialize when I said it would. What storytelling energy I had went into Stormwood & Associates and The Meatgrinder (my two actual play podcasts), but that was it.

And then 2023 happened, and the juices started flowing again.

Peregrine Lake is moving forward -- but with me just doing the writing. My urge to draw has not returned, but my urge to write has. A friend of mine, Ethan Flanagan, is drawing it, and I've written the first year of comics. It likely won't launch any time soon (the artist I'm working with is busy as hell so we want to get a shit-ton of the comic done before we launch it -- we have like the first month and a half of the comic ready?). But yeah -- it's happening. I hoping for Spring, but we'll see.

The other thing though is that I've started writing, like, novels. I've always had like twenty ideas in my head, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I decided to start with the idea I cared the least about (in case I fucked it up): A queer urban fantasy story.

In the last month and a half I've written complete drafts of two different novels in this setting, and am halfway through another one... and have another one outlined.

I, uh, had some ideas.

If you're asking yourself "Hey Trae -- what the fuck? That's a lot" you need to know a few things that aren't obvious. At one point in college, in 72 hours, I produced over 40 pages of text between three research papers. All were for 300 level courses, and I may have disassociated while writing them because I frankly don't remember most of it. But, like, they were decent papers.

One of those papers is in Google Scholar.

Anyway, yeah. I haven't been sleeping great because I've been obsessively writing, but you might ask "Why didn't you just write one and get it ready to publish?" That's a great question. Because I wrote a book, and when I was 3/4 of the way through it I realized something very important: This book would make a great sequel to a book I haven't written. I've been writing book two in a series where I haven't written book one yet.

Well fuck.

So I finished that draft, and I went and wrote book one. Now that book? That book I'm getting ready to publish. I expect to have it out in January. Part of my editing process involves setting what I think is a completed, good, revised draft down for a couple of weeks and then returning to it with fresh eyes. We're in that waiting period right now.

But I still had a bunch of energy.

So the first thing I did was a revising draft on book two (the one I wrote first), but I finished that. And had more energy. And more stories in this setting kept popping up.

So I started a third book. And I'm halfway through the first draft of that book. But then I realized yesterday... shit, this isn't book three.

This is book four.

I need stuff to happen before we get to this story.

So now I've outlined the actual book three, and am working on literally both of these books at once (I'll take a break for Christmas and then go do a final edit on Book One).

And... I'm just like... why am I like this?

I need to stop myself for a few days and get more sleep.

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[darklinaforever]

Okay friends, little announcement.

I think I need a break from tumblr for a little while. Maybe a week or two at least. Maybe even more. Who knows maybe even until the beginning of June, being busy with a move and lots of other things in mind.

I will continue to like and reblog certain posts, obviously. But I will no longer publish anything of my own containing opinions or analyzes during this period. And I will not respond to any comments under my posts during this period either, even if I will continue to maintain conversations that I have here on this application in private messages.

I need to learn to distance myself a little from all this negativity in order to learn to resist this toxic impulse to engage in discussions that lead nowhere with antis, whether it's Dameyra, Team Blacks, Darklina, Elriel (anti Elriel are really unbearable for some), Zutara, Kylo Ren / Ben Solo, Reylo, Sessrin, Sylki, and many more !

I know I need to stop responding to things like this, as many have already told me. The worst part is that I don't even respond to everything. I've lost count of the number of times I've used the block button. But the fact is that it's obviously not enough and I'm not doing it enough. I'm obviously responding to too many negative things already. By the way, thank you for your messages on this subject, even if I did not respond to them. It is imperative, even if only for the space of my community.

It became so unbearable that a subscriber told me to leave and I finally realize that I have reached a stage that requires change.

Again for the community, but also for my own mental health. Especially because I already have a complicated life outside of tumblr and adding more to it wouldn't be good. This place is supposed to allow me to escape, not cause me more anxiety.

But I think that for this, to succeed in finally stopping needlessly engaging in pointless debates that hurt some of my subscribers who like my basic content, and for my own person, I have to do it. I need to distance myself from this app for a while ; In order to come back more stronger and finally hope to be able to ignore these kinds of horrible people who pollute our fandom.

Because by giving them importance, I myself am polluting our fandom and our beloved space, and that is not a good thing.

I want to reassure and repeat that I am not leaving tumblr, I am just stopping personal posts for the moment and will resume them when I am ready.

No need to worry about that, the antis won't get the better of me with all their demands that I leave tumblr. It will not arrive.

Please note that this decision will officially take effect from tomorrow.

I love you all very much, you who have supported me all this time behind your screens. And thank you again for your messages of encouragement.

We'll see each other again soon, and I hope with a better perspective.

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[bb-eilish]

stranger things!beomgyu x fem!reader vol.2

warnings; dirty/sweet talk, pet names, angst, the upside-down, beomgyu gets fucked up, no condom, teasing, public teasing, mutual pining, creampie.

A/N; I've never written angst like this before but I tried my best, I hope you enjoy!! Also, i might write a pt.3, lemme know how you guys feel about that!(it wouldn't be as long as this though, it would mainly just consist of smut).

“Seriously, Beomgyu? That wasn’t even scary, a grandfather clock? You suck at telling scary stories” You scoff as a look of offense covers his face, “Oh, whatever. You were totally scared, don’t lie”

Laughing at his hurt ego you decide you both have been laying in your bed a little too long, your mom should be home any minute. It was hard to detach yourself from him, the feeling of your bare skin pressed against his was almost euphoric. The slight tickle of his hair against your neck and shoulders was the reason behind the content smile on your lips.

Suddenly, your front door opens and you soon remember that your mom was supposed to be here soon, and there she is.

“Y/n, I brought dinner” She calls, your eyes widen and you both spring out of your bed, hands finding any clothes they’re able.

“One second, i’m getting changed” Your shoulders visibly lower in relief when you see he’s fully dressed, you pull on some random pajama pants so it really looks like you were getting changed. Now one last thing, should he stride out of your room like it’s nothing or should he go through your window? Your room was on the ground floor so it’s not like he had to fall 30 feet or anything.

“Okay you can either go through my window or act normal and leave through my front door”

He quirks an eyebrow at you, “I’ll just go through the door, your mom loves me”

“Yea, honestly good choice” You both nod and he stills for a moment, soon engulfing you in a loving hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?“

His voice is warm and it causes hearts to sprout in your eyes, “yea, i’ll miss you” He returns your words and leans in, placing his hand on your jaw for a quick, but deep, kiss. Winking at you he swings your door open and greets your mother on his way out.

“I didn’t know Beomgyu was here, what were you guys doing?”

You hear from your kitchen, a tinge of panic rings through you as you search for something in your room to say, a very dramatic scream sounds from your clunky tv.

“Watching scary movies!” You say confidently, or at least you hope so. She hums back and you stretch before making your way to where she is, a take-out box sits neatly on your dining table with a random name etched into the styrofoam lid.

You thank her and talk about your day at school and her day at work, purposely leaving out the death of a cheerleader. If she knew about that you’d never leave the house again, you couldn’t have that.

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You were nervous to go to school, would you bring up what happened between you and Beomgyu? Or would you act awkwardly towards each other? You fidget with your sleeves as you get to the campus, the group is in their usual spot and you see Beomgyu playfully shove Soobin before everyone is aware of your presence.

An eruption of “Y/N!!”’s come from the men and your hands fly to your ears, nose scrunched but you laugh nonetheless. You greet everyone and they soon go back to their previous conversation. You all have very similar schedules(totally not done on purpose at all) so you share your first period with Taehyun, your second with Beomgyu, thankfully today you only 2 periods. When you first got to college it was a blessing you only got a few periods a day.

Even from outside the bell is loud, you all groan and split up-you with Taehyun and the rest together. Before you walk away completely you find Beomgyu’s lingering stare and he eyes you slyly, eyes raking down and then up your body before meeting your gaze again and shooting you a wink. You watch as he walks off with the guys, Taehyun pulls you out of your trance, “wanna pair up today? I know she’s gonna make us”

“Oh yea, of course.” You both ramble on till you make it to the classroom.

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Your first hour is always great, Taehyun is such a good friend and it reminds you how lucky you feel to have found such a nice group.

You usually don’t walk together because he has this thing he needs to do, he’s told you a thousand times but you still can’t remember. But today he’s free so you walk to lunch, as you enter the cafe he makes a joke about your English teacher and you can’t hold in the guffaw.

Both of you are still holding your stomachs in laughter as you reach the table, Soobin starts rambling about this girl that he hates in his second hour and how she purposefully does stuff to mess with him. Your attention is on something else though, Beomgyu eyes you again, but this time he looks pissed off. You cock an eyebrow at him in question and he tightens the scowl on his face, looking away.

It takes a few moments for him to start chatting with everyone but when he does he goes back to normal. So much so, that when you both get up to get to class he’s all smiles and giggles.

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Your chair scrapes against the tiled floor as your teacher instructs the class to grab a textbook from the closet, waiting for everyone to go you finally make it in and stand on your tippy-toes to grab one of the last remaining books. Your fingers drag it out of its spot a third of the way until a hard chest is pressed into your back and a very obvious outline is pressed snug between your ass.

The man towers over you to the point you see a glimpse of his face, Beomgyu looks nonchalant as he basically grinds his erection into you. To make matters worse his left-hand digs into your waist, and you almost forget entirely about the 30-pound book you’re slowly inching out of the shelf until you’re aware it’s slipping out of your hand.

Another hand engulfs yours to stop the book from decapitating you, warm breath smooths over your ear and neck, “you should really pay attention”.

His low voice and the feeling of him grinding into you short circuits your brain and leaves you unable to say anything snarky or clever. He darkly laughs at you and leaves the closet, you come to and grip the book to your chest.

You knew this was going to be a long class, and you were right. You’d think he’d be staring at you the entire time, but he didn’t glance at you even once. You yearned for more attention from the man but got nothing for the entire hour.

You were left to squeeze your thighs together and think back to what you two did, vivid images of his ringed fingers gripping your skin, his moans, and the way he looked at you floated through your head entirely out of your control. You wanted him to touch you again, no, you needed him to.

______________

After class he beckons you over so you can walk together, a group of girls walk past you and you overhear them speaking about some reporter at the high school being found dead. He apparently died the same way Chrissy did too, chills zip down your spine and you suck in a shaky breath.

Could you be next? Could Beomgyu be next? Questions fly through your brain like a tornado and you stop in your tracks, a bad feeling consumes you until a hand meets your forearm and you realize your name is being called.

“Y/n”

“Y/n…”

“Y/n!”

You look up to see Beomgyu’s concerned features, they soften when he meets your gaze.

“Are you okay?” You put on an apologetic smile and nod your head, starting your walk to the front building.

You ramble on about some show you like when you feel the skillful fingers of Beomgyu teasing the edge of your shirt and the band of your pants, you don’t think too much of it before his hand grips the skin of your waist to keep you close. His nails gently scrape against your skin and you stutter out the rest of your sentence.

“Soobin is having everyone over today, you’re coming right?” He says, a little too close to your ear. It’s not very loud in the building you're currently in so it wasn’t because he was talking over other people, nevertheless, goosebumps bud over the nearby skin and you suck in a breath.

You think Beomgyu doesn’t notice until you spot the flirtatious smirk he’s currently adorning. A clever remark sits upon the tip of your tongue, but it dies when the guys are in view.

“Y-yea, i’ll come”

You smile at the group but the action falters when you hear the smallest, “not until tonight you won’t”.

You tell yourself you’re imagining it, his hand detaches from your waist and you can’t help the pout that settles on you.

“Everyone ready?”

You all nod and agree, beginning the walk to Soobin’s car. You, Beomgyu, and Yeonjun didn’t drive very often, why waste gas money when you live a few blocks from the school?

Soobin, Kai, and Taehyun on the other hand would be walking for a while if they decided to not drive. Soobin was always caring so he drove them every day, and even let them take his car if he was sick.

“Why did you park fucking 50 miles away? There’s literally parking lots for students” Yeonjun complains, “I’m not paying for a parking spot, cry about it”

That didn’t sit well with Yeonjun so he decided to prop out his foot directly in front of Soobin's. Soobin’s like a gentle giant though, so he only glares at the older boy.

Yeonjun cheers when we finally make it to his car, “SHOTGUN” Kai yells. The group groans and he only laughs at your disdain.

“Taehyun would you scoot over, oh my god” Yeonjun complains again, “aw that stick up your ass must be uncomfortable” The younger bites back, once they’re fully seated they’re immediately fighting and that leaves Beomgyu being shoved into you every now and then.

The memories of today pop up into your mind and your eyes widen a fraction, today Beomgyu ground his dick into your ass in the middle of class.

Your eyes drift to Beomgyu’s legs and soon the very obvious outline snug against his right thigh, your face gets unbelievably warm and you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. The only thing on your mind at the moment was him, yearning for the feeling of his fingers on your clit or his cock splitting you in two.

You feel like a dog in heat because of him, you flinch for a second at the feeling of your hair tickling the skin on your face. A hand that does not belong to you pushes the stray’s behind your ear and you try your best to not look him in the eye.

Looking him in the eye would release the waterfall in your pants and you’re not ready for your underwear to stick to you uncomfortably all night.

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The car ride wasn't that bad after that, everyone kept their hands to themselves and it was nice, it was all going great at Soobin's as well until Taehyun just had the brilliant idea of going to lovers lake.

It might've been literally directly behind Soobin's house but you did NOT care, that sounded horrible. Though everyone was so excited and hyped to do something outside of school and DnD so you didn't wanna be a downer, you let them lead you through the woods and to the muddy shore.

The sun was setting soon and the sky looked surprisingly really pretty, the group of 4 boys were messing around, and the 5th one was sat right next to you talking your ear off. You didn't mind though, you haven't gotten close to him like this since that night so you declined going back to Soobin's early, Beomgyu wasn't going anywhere either.

Soobin, Taehyun, Yeonjun, and Kai looked amongst themselves confused but told you to come back whenever.

"I wish i could see the sunset better, these trees are so getting in the way"

Beomgyu hummed in agreement and jumped to his feet, making shallow footprints in the damp dirt of the shore. You eye him suspiciously as he shuffles behind a giant tree, he soon lugs a small, metal, boat closer and closer to you.

"How did you even see that?"

"I go here often, it's nice" He says as he positions the boat correctly in the water, holding it so it doesn't float away.

"Are you sure it's safe? I'm not really a fan of drowning" You say as you loop a strand of hair around your pointer finger nervously.

"Don't worry. cutie. It's safe, I've gone on here loads of times. Hop in"

The pet name has your stomach close to churning, hesitantly stepping into the boat your hands shoot for leverage when it moves under your weight. Safely sitting on one of the small, cold, benches he steps into it as well and nearly topples over into the murky water.

You both get a good laugh from that, he grips the ores on either side of the boat and starts to row slowly. You've never ridden in a boat like this before, let alone with a hot guy, you're concentrating on your breathing so you don't have a panic attack or something.

You eye his arms as he rows, they might be covered by his hellfire t-shirt but, damn, they still look good. He comes to a stop and rests the ores against the side of the boat again, "There, a perfect view of the sunset. Just for you, cutie" He sends you a wink, and you in return giggle like a ditz. You direct your gaze to the sky and only look back at him when he hasn't said anything for a minute or two, and that's pretty unusual for Beomgyu.

A certain look comes over his face as he gazes at the water, you're unable to decipher it and a feeling of nervousness consumes you. "What's wrong?"

You hate how shaky your voice is when you ask but you put it behind you, he rips his eyes from the water and says, "Wanna go swimming?'

Your eyebrow shoots up in shock, is he serious? He wants to swim, in the lake, at night, without a bathing suit?

"I already told you I don't wanna drown, Beomgyu"

He playfully scoffs at your concerns and grips the back of his shirt, hotly sliding it up and over himself. The air in your lungs is sucked out and you try your absolute best to not ogle him.

"C'mon, cutie. It's fun, I promise you won't drown". He holds out a pinky and you reluctantly meet it with your own little finger.

"Whatever, you're lucky I know how to swim" You mutter while trying to gain the courage to pull off your top, before you even know it he's overboard and doggy paddling around the boat, stopping on your side to lean on the side of it.

"See? It's all goo-" He's cut off as he suddenly is dragged under the water, your heart is in your ass as you gasp and yell his name.

You jump about 6 feet in the air when he resurfaces, laughing.

"Beomgyu, are you serious?!. You scared me half to death!" Tears prick at your eyes and he realizes he probably shouldn't have done that.

"I'm sorry, cutie. I didn't know it would scare you that bad" His wet hand meets your cheek and you don't seem to care while his face moves closer. He's a few inches away from your lips when he gets tugged downward. "Beomgyu, don't try and scare me again" You scold as his eyes become wide, "I-I'm not I swear, something just grabbed my foot"

Your heart almost explodes and you immediately go to grab his hand, trying your best to pull him up. The tugging becomes harsher and his hand slips from yours with ease as he disappears into the dirt-colored water, taking the left ore with him.

You almost fling yourself overboard when you stare into the water, praying he'll pop out and laugh at you once more. But it never comes, it's like you're in a trance as your mind is set on a decision. Clumsily diving right after him, the water is cold but it seems to only egg on your adrenaline. Your eyes open and it takes a second to adjust.

The water stings your eyes but it doesn't deter you as you frantically look in all directions. All you see is fish and more water until you realize you've reached the bottom. The sand is almost mocking you, he's not here.

This can't be the end, you refuse to let it go and swim to the top. If you die trying then so be it, just as soon as your lungs become strict in your chest you see....a red light? It's not very bright, it's like someone strung fairy lights across the bottom of the lake.

This can't be real, as you swim closer the light becomes brighter and you're met with a hole in the ground, the opening has tree-like roots sprouting from the flesh-looking sides. You reach out to touch the filmy layer that the oval-shaped hole is covered by. The feeling of it feels offensive on your skin but you go back to touch it a second time. Could Beomgyu somehow be in here? A thousand questions ring your head but you're on a time crunch as the need for air becomes greater.

Deciding to just go for it you claw your way through the hole just to be met with more murky water, you keep swimming until you somehow surface.

Gasping for air you look at your surroundings frantically, water droplets cloud your vision for a few seconds at a time and you swim to a solid surface to rationalize the best you can in your current predicament. Whatever that might be, you're not sure yet. One second your almost kissing Beomgyu again and the next you're in a random hole in the ground. Your fingers soon grip the mud that lines the shore of lovers lake and you momentarily cringe at the feeling.

It's, unfortunately, too slippery to get a good grip on so you eye the mud and throw yourself a the first tree root you see. The sprout sticking out of the ground is almost torn as you yank yourself over it and into the ground. The rough bark of the root scrapes against your hands but your fear and adrenaline hide the pain of your palm skin breaking.

Looking around you find that it's not dark out, and the air seems to be filled with..dust? You're not sure but you know for a fact it's gross. Slowly making your way to stand on your own feet again you grip a tree, ripping your hand away when you realize the vine around it is moving. Your eyes follow it and you take a look around before realizing that it's everywhere, all over the trees, in zigzags on the ground, and everything. A chill runs down your spine and your shoes squelch when you step.

The first thing that you recognize is that one rock that's shaped like a skull, you've never been more confused in your life as you try and truly take in what just happened. This place looks exactly like Hawkins, but it just feels so different. You know it's not right.

You lean against the rock momentarily, panting out. Maybe it's just your ears but the sound of your panting is really loud. Louder than the time you had to run the mile in gym class. Testing your theory you hold your breath, and your suspicions are proved when the sound of someone panting doesn't cease.

Your eyes widen and your heart almost stops, that could easily be something that's hungry and has an appetite for college students.

But, it could also be Beomgyu. You weigh the decisions in your head and come to the conclusion that you should check. Your hair wets the rock as you scale the side, trying to avoid the leaves and sticks scattered around it so you don't alert whatever the thing could be.

You make your way to the side of the opening and cautiously stick your head out, the feeling of relief makes your knees buckle as you see Beomgyu slouching against the rock on the ground. A pained look takes up his face as he pants. His hair is messy and wet, his jeans are wet as well, but just like his skin, is smudged and battered.

You let your guard down slightly as you stumble to the front opening of the rock, startling Beomgyu for a split second before he stutters out your name and uses the rock as leverage to stand.

"Y-y/n, what-how-you're here?" His hands envelop your jaw as he stares at you, "I don't even know, I thought you were gone. I went in after you and-and now I'm here" You suck in a breath before wrapping your arms around the man, you breathe in his scent as your head fits snugly into his neck.

Startling you both is a loud, bird, almost like call. He pulls away to drag you under the rock as well, holding his battered finger to his lips. You nod and peer out at the sky from under the rock, a flock of bat-looking creatures covers the sky for a moment like a dark cloud, and then disappears.

"it's not safe here, we need to get to a house or something" He hums in agreement and you both think about the closet house you know.

'"Soobin's is right next to here, c'mon" You yank at his hand and stealthily make your way to your friends house, trying your best to not touch the weird vine things either. He holds his sides as he bites back sounds of pain. Dragging his feet through the leaves and away from the weird vines was tough, not just because he was injured either. You quickly take notice of this and rush to his side, pulling hi right arm over your shoulders. You sigh and look around again, this place looks exactly like his home but it felt so wrong and unsettling, an eery feeling nestled into his stomach.

Your heart is beating loudly in your ears as you make it to his front door, Beomgyu leans against a window as you grab the key from under their potted plant. Taking a moment to gaze at the fake leaves, you remember this one time you broke the pot the thing was stationed in and almost had a panic attack over it, meanwhile the guys laughed until Kai actually gagged. The bittersweetness nips at your heavy heart and you go back to what you were doing. You fumble with it for a second before jabbing the key in the lock. Helping him inside you set him on the leather couch. He knows he's not hurt too bad but the fact that he has no idea where he is or how he's going to get home, if he'll ever go home, stung more than anything.

You kneel next to him and place his hands away from his torso, making way to examine him. His torso is scuffed and he's bleeding slightly, you sigh in relief, he hasn't lost much blood.

"I'm gonna see if they have any water and gauze, don't move" He nods and tips his head back, you run off to their bathroom closet and almost jump in triumph as you spot the white gauze sitting on the lowest shelf. Next is water, stepping towards the sink to your right you twist one of the handles hoping it'll spray water. You have no idea how it's possible but it does, you search for hand towels and get as many as you can hold. Wetting each of them and hauling your findings to the living room where Beomgyu hasn't moved since you left.

He's almost amused at how similar this world is, he's slept on this couch hundreds of times, but he can feel the difference.

"I've got everything, it's gonna be okay" You say hoping it'll bring a smile to his face, his mouth tinges upwards at the ends and it puts a wide-toothed smile on your face. You grab a towel and pat the bloody areas until the dried liquid around it is cleaned, then you harshly press clean towels to the open areas and hold them there. He winces and all you wanna do is kiss him better but that, sadly, won't do anything.

"I'm gonna have to wrap your stomach, so scootch down a bit so I can get a good angle" You mutter as you reach over for the gauze.

He nods and pushes himself so the only thing touching the couch is his hands and behind, getting to work fast you wind the medical gauze around him as best and as tight as you're able.

Your hands drop from his sides after you rip the gauze away from the roll. Wiping your damp hairline, you say, "All done, are you feeling any better?" Hand reaching to smooth the skin on his bicep.

"Yea, I can't thank you enough, Y/n. I still can't believe you risked your own life to try and save mine. I have no idea how to repay you, to be honest" He can't hold eye contact as an appreciative smile lights up your face. Even if he almost died and could still die, a blush steadily rises to his face.

"I would love to go into detail about the way I feel about you, Beomgyu, but I'm gonna wait until we're safely back home. And yes, we're going to get home, I promise you"

The way his gaze meets yours has you realizing you're pretty close to him, the dirt smeared on his sweaty and flushed face yanks harshly on your heart strings. You'd do anything to make sure he got to safety, even if that meant you couldn't.

Before you know it he gently presses his lips to yours, almost shyly. It doesn't take long for you to reciprocate the gesture and you can physically feel his confidence rush into the kiss.

He cocks his head and leans into you more, the vulnerability of your situation tears a broken whimper from your throat. You've been waiting for this to happen ever since the last time. You're not sure when it happened but your hands end up splayed across his neck and shoulder.

He breaks away with a soft pant and beckons you on his lap as he leans back, "Are you sure? I don't wanna hurt you" Your eyebrows scrunch together in worry and he can't help but softly chuckle at you.

"I'll be fine, come here, cutie"

The nickname has made a return and it causes your stomach to twist again, so you push the surges of concern into the back of your mind and pull yourself over his fabric-covered thighs. A hand meets your cheeks and ushers you closer to him, you barely hear it before he attaches his lips to you again. But you glad you did.

"I love you"

The kiss that follows is lust-filled and has your core throbbing, it doesn't help that you can clearly feel the outline of his erection pressed against your thigh. Cautiously, you grind into him, testing the waters. The low groan that emits from him has you yearning for more, anything he can give you.

"Fuck-Keep going" He harshly breathes out, opting to trail sloppy, open-mouthed, kisses down your neck. A warning about how sweaty you are dies on your tongue as you realize it really isn't important.

Your hips ground harder against his and he grips your waist tightly, guiding you.

"Please touch me, Gyu" You whine, throwing your head back as his clothed cock snags your clit, the friction the fabric causes has you gasping into the cluttered air.

He doesn't say anything as he repositions you under him, the way your hair is splayed out around you and the words you said to him earlier has hearts forming in his eyes.

So, he kisses you again while he shoves his stained pants down to his knees along with his briefs. The sight of him with his hair messy, sweaty and besmirched skin on display, has a gush of wetness released in your underwear. You know you should be quick with it so you push your pants off after removing your shoes, not being able to tear your eyes from the sight of him stroking himself in front of you.

"You ready?" He puffs out, you bobble your head in agreement and spread your legs to accommodate his large thighs. You both sigh as his shaft breaches your opening. He doesn't tease you this time, you hold back the pout. You really enjoyed that the last time.

You have to keep in mind that you can't grip him too hard, it's proving to be difficult as the feeling of him stretching you out again is accompanied by a deliciously painful, slow, sting. It also doesn't help that your mind is reeling at the way his face contorts, you could die happy seeing it again.

His eyes meet yours and his brows shoot up in a silent "Can I move?" once he bottoms out. You give him the sign and he plants a hand next to your waist while the other holds the skin of your hip.

At first, his pace is slow and it's almost overstimulating as you can feel every ridge and vein of him. Gently, your hands find purchase amongst his protruding collarbones. His hips become faster and you let out a sultry gasp, it causes his lip to become trapped under his front teeth. Even during this situation, you're intoxicating.

His restraint is faltering as he props up your legs and pushes them against your chest, now he has a perfect view of where you're connected.

"God, you're taking me so well. Such a good girl for me, always so perfect for me" The grip he has on the backs of your knees tightens a fraction, you moan in return and clamp your eyes shut.

"You f-feel so good, Gyu" You mutter, gasping when his hips slam into yours. You would be embarrassed at the sounds you two are emitting, the clapping and the squelching steadily rising in volume. But you can't bring yourself to care, you can feel your lips tremble as he keeps his current pace. His cock seemingly scratches an itch you had ever since he filled you up yesterday.

The closeness of it all causes heat to spread through your abdomen and you squeeze around him, a growl-like sound comes from his throat as he trails a hand down to your throbbing clit.

You can feel yourself leaking on the couch and knew for a fact if this was actually Soobin's he'd probably make you buy another one. Beomgyu's hair falls in front of his eyes, he leans back-still thrusting and runs a hand through it. The action has the heat consuming you become stronger.

"Gonna cum for me, cutie?" He chokes out, you nod frantically and your hips buck upward at the same time he thrusts. The thumb on your clit has you whining and you suddenly desire to be even closer to him. Your hand reaches for his neck and drags him down to your awaiting pout, the kiss is sweet and he swallows your moans as you clench around him like a vice.

The heat is so very close to consuming you both, "I love you, Gyu" You whisper into his lips as you're pushed from the edge. Your muscles twitch and white spreads behind your closed eyelids, mouth open in a silent scream.

The feeling and sight of you cumming so prettily for him has him stuffing you full of his cum once more. His sweaty hips stutter into yours as he lets out a hot moan. The man stills and pants above you, the second he opens his eyes to look at you you're pulling him into another kiss.

"I love you too" He says between kisses, the sentimental return of your words has you momentarily forgetting where you both are.

The moment is ruined as the creatures from before let out shrills from outside, reminding you you're not at home. He pulls out and passes you your pants and underwear.

The both of you shimmy on your clothes and when you stand you're soon reminded where he came. The oozing feeling is back but you decide you'll take care of it once you're back in your actual neighborhood. Taking a glance back at Beomgyu he seems to be standing straighter and doesn't look too beat up anymore.

"Ok so, how do we leave?" His voice is weary and you think about literally anything that could help.

"Uh..let's think. We got here from a hole on the bottom of lovers lake..." You trail, "How about we try that hole again? Go back to how we got here and try that?"

He stares at the coffee table in front of you both in thought and ends up agreeing, "Yea, yea that could work. Let me check outside first" He shuffles to the door and pushes it open, eyeing the sky intensely.

"I think we're good, c'mon" He waves you over and takes a hold of your hand, winding your fingers before looking you in the eye.

Shutting the door gently behind you so as to not alert anything of your presence.

He keeps a hard grip on your hand as you both steadily make your way back to the lake, hoping and praying nothing sees you. The walk there wasn't as scary as it was before, the creatures seemed to be gone and it felt relieving to have him in better shape beside you. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed the skin of your hand and it soothed your pounding heart.

The soggy leaves barely make a sound beneath your feet and you soon are back at the rock, "halfway there" he smiles at you. You return it to the best of your ability and take a deep breath.

The lake looks exactly the same as it did, you can even see the area where you pulled yourself up, the mud still has your idents. The memory has you looking back at your shirt, a large mud stain smeared across it.

Beomgyu snaps you out of thought, "I'll go first to look for it, you stay here, I'll come back up when I find it okay?" He engulfs one of your hands with both of his, rubbing new skin with his thumb.

"yea, okay. Please be careful"

He nods and presses a quick but loving kiss to your forehead, lending you a smile before lowering himself back into the water, heading to the bottom. You're alone again but you try your best to not think about it too much, opting for tuning out the sounds you hear from above you.

You focus on your breathing and stare down the water, making sure you see him the millisecond he resurfaces. A few more seconds go by and worry is starting to settle in, you're so close to leaving this place.

Another moment passes and you just about jumped in after him again when he emerges, a hand flings the wet hair from his face as he calls out, "I FOUND IT" The smile on his face has multiple tons of weight melting off of your chest, you don't wait even a second before getting in the water yourself.

Just like the last time you were in it, it's cold.

When you're close enough he takes your hand and clasps your fingers once more. It's a bit difficult because both of your hands are slippery but you make it a goal to stay directly next to him when he dives back down. Looking around the water you only see the bones and remains of fish, an eery reminder you're not at home.

He shakes your hand vigorously to get your attention, the dull red gets brighter and brighter. You almost gasp before remembering that's not such a good idea at the moment.

Both of your hands are still tightly knit together as you approach the familiar, oval, opening. He pushes you in first, breaking your hands for a second as he launches you the best he can. Gripping the edge of the oval you halt yourself from drifting too far away. It's difficult to see through to the other side but you hold your hand out and wait for him to grab it, the feeling of fingers has your hand harshly clamping around his and you let go of the side of it. Drifting away from the portal, Beomgyu right behind you.

The air in your lungs is becoming shallow but it doesn't bother you as much as before. The moment you resurface you heave, he does the same and quickly drags you over to the shore.

The same root you used before was there, but this time it was the real thing. It hurt to pull on, you're sure your hand is bruised and bleeding now because of it, but it's a great feeling. This time the feel of mud between your fingers is welcomed.

Beomgyu's fortunately tall enough to reach the bottom of the shore so you both crawl your way on the soil. He drops to the ground and looks up towards the night sky. Laughter falls from his lips like you just told the funniest joke, you're quick to join in. Looking around everything feels normal, it's still nighttime and the constant feeling of dread and eeriness is gone, replaced with joy and relief.

You both don't say anything, the laughter slowly dies down and you're goofily smiling at one another. Your chests are heaving, you're both dirty, and his gauze is holding on by a thread.

The first thing he does is push himself up on an elbow and splay his palm across your wet cheek, yanking you into a loving kiss, you'll probably never feel something like it again. The relief, fright, adrenaline, everything, that you both felt is released into the kiss.

"C'mon, cutie" He pulls away to triumphantly say. Kindly, he helps you to your feet, and off you go, through the woods. You have to refrain from hugging every tree you see.

You're soaked but couldn't care even if you wanted to, the familiar brick of Soobin's house is enough to almost bring tears to your eyes. You still have absolutely no idea what happened but you know it's going to haunt you over the years. You're happy now but that'll fade.

Your fingers glide against the rough brick of the house and you are again met with the plant, this time you laugh. You laugh hard at the fact you accidentally broke it and had a panic attack about it. It's the funniest thing you've ever heard.

Beomgyu is quick to join while you search for the key, the metal feels great in your hand and you flip it around for a second before unlocking the door. The house is dark but you can hear voices from upstairs, Soobin's bedroom is right at the top of the stairs so you're able to easily spot the flashing lights cascading from under his door frame.

You begin to take a step but are stopped in your tracks by Beomgyu, he pulls you in for yet another kiss. It's short-lived and he's soon pulling you up the stairs. You hear him take a breath before turning the door knob and pushing it open.

"What happened to you?"

"Why are you dirty?"

"Are you okay?"

"You're getting water all over my carpet!"

Soobin's complaint brings a smile to your face, as well as Beomgyu's.

You're suddenly very aware of the oozing in your underwear when you go to move, eyes widening in shock. Beomgyu is quick to catch on and can't help the guffaw that leaves his sore throat.

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[an-observer-watches]

OC infodump: Havens

So I never talked about this but lemme introduce you guys to the Havens :)

Basically there was this period of time where I could really only cope by listening to music I like. And since I have such a strong connection to the songs I love I thought- well, why not make these into coherent thoughts? So I made characters out of them. Big infodump under the cut ><

I call them "Havens". They are created when a specific type of memory or bond is made with a song, whether it be good or bad. They come with a small dimension-like space and a being. A Haven is both its place and its person. Each Haven is marked with a different symbol that indicates what type of bond or memory they have with their Holder. (Symbol designs are a wip) A Holder is a person who creates Havens- for example, I would be the Holder of my Havens. So far, there are four types of bonds. Favored, favored but bittersweet, not favored, and inexplicable. (Though, there is only one Haven in the inexplicable category so far.)

Havens, either good or bad memory, are supposed to be safe spaces that their Holder can go to when needed. What the theme of a Haven is is dictated by the Holder's personal perception of a song. If it is related to the song's source or not, that is what the Haven will look like. For both area and being. (For example, I have a Haven of the song Waterfall from Undertale. Their area is very similar to the Waterfall area in the game since that is what I relate the song to.)

A Haven is able to take form as its being or as its area- if that makes sense. They can either be their person or their place, basically.

How a Haven's area works is up to you. You don't need logic, for it's to help comfort you. Like I have a Haven that is underwater, but y'know- since we can't breathe underwater I conceptualized it to where I could.

Now, onto the people. Each Haven has its own distinct personality and way of helping their Holder cope. (For me, I usually like to sleep so a lot of my Havens help me fall asleep.) Their names are not dictated by anything, and you can name your Haven whatever you please. Their names work like this: "Haven (Name)". Haven is in their name to indicate what they are, and their name helps differentiate who is who. They also have titles. It is usually dictated by what their area is like or what their memory is attached to.

They are able to leave their area and visit other Havens if they'd like, but they instantly return if their Holder needs. I haven't conceptualized a way that multiple Havens could speak with their Holder at once quite yet. I'll get there soon, though.

Now I think I've explained enough to help you understand..? If not then feel free to ask questions, I love this concept dearly and will explain everything as many times as needed (with pleasure).

Anyways, here's all of them so far- in a list. I'll post descriptions or drawings if anyone wants to hear more about them. In order is their name and title, pronouns, song, and bond

(will be updated as more are formed!!)

Noah, The Haven of Forests - he/him - Heavens Tower by Naoshi Mizuta - favored

Abnus, The Haven of Lanterns - they/them - espial by Oliver Buckland - favored

Galene, The Haven of Sands - it/he - Eternal Hope by desert sand feels warm at night - favored

Endri, The Haven of Perception - he/they/it - Torvus Catacombs by Kenji Yamamoto - favored

Genesis, The Haven of Celestial Being - he/they - galva by Oliver Buckland - favored

Perpetua, The Haven of Production - they/them - Shop Menu by Saster - favored

Harbour, The Haven of Tides - they/them - Underwater Passage by Naoto Kubo, Shiho Fujii, and Koji Kondo - favored

Squall, The Haven of Zephyr - she/they/he - Uwa!! So Temperate♫ by Toby Fox - favored

Marrovil, The Haven of Bioluminescence - they/he - Hadopelagic Pressure by DM DOKURO - favored

Cascade, The Haven of Streams - they/he - Waterfall by Toby Fox - favored, but bittersweet

Hale, The Haven of Exhaustion - they/he - the insides of tears by Oliver Buckland - favored, but bittersweet

Tavarious, The Haven of Plumage - it/they/he - calc acerbia by Oliver Buckland - not favored

Minerva, The Haven of Neon - she/her - Relax by DanlyDaMusician - not favored

Vega, The Haven of Sinking - he/him - Break it off by PinkPantheress - not favored

Ottoline, The Haven of Malaise - he/it - Where Dreams Die by Leon Riskin - not favored

Rune, The Haven of Disorientation - he/him - Heretic by Oli XL - inexplicable

Thank you for reading <3

#oc posting #infodump #big infodump #comfort ocs #i love them all dearly #in between consciousness #the havens #haven posting

[lololollywrites]

Step. Jump. Leap. Step.

Just wanted to do a little throwback and reblog my first flash Friday challenge, which I posted last September. I immediately realized that the prompt - Leap of faith - fit exceptionally well into my existing two-work series “Earthly Pomp (is But a Dream)” as a short prequel, from John’s perspective. Here it is in its entirety below, but you can also read it on AO3 HERE.

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Fuck.

Fuck.

He won’t want this. He doesn’t want me. He can’t possibly. I don’t want me anymore, for Christ’s sake. I wouldn’t be… here if not for Rosie. Well, probably. I’ve not had the bollocks yet to ever go that far, despite having considered it at various stages in my life. Melodrama. Overreacting. Woe is me, huh? What a mess. Ella’s told me otherwise, of course. Sherlock too, though a swollen lip. Trauma. Grief. Blah blah blah. Boo bloody hoo. Plenty of men have been to war and managed not to extend their misery unto others. Granted, quite a lot more… unusual trauma followed afterwards, but there are no excuses. Eurus as my therapist or no. And here I am, trying to do it again. To force my presence. Why has Sherlock put up with me as long as he has? What could possibly redeem me at this point?

He looks so sad whenever I leave. At least I think he does. I’ve been trying to look back over my shoulder whenever I turn my back on him these days.

He bought rounded furniture after the explosion. I’d thought he’d opt for perfect replicas from before, but… no.

Rounded corners.

Baby safe.

He cleans. Before I come, now.

He bought Rosie a puzzle of the periodic table for no particular reason three days ago. About four years beyond her capabilities, yes, but his eyes shone with eager excitement as he shyly handed it over.

She loves to gnaw on the blue cardboard ‘S’ for Sulfur.

For Sherlock.

Jesus.

The black hole looms up ahead. I count my steps and try to align them with my breaths. Perhaps I’ll float when I jump in, like the freeing antigravity of outer space. Or perhaps I’ll fall, like a medieval castle oubliette. With spikes at the bottom.

Faith, John.

Whichever the outcome, there’s no choice. I’m drowning now. Utterly alone. A bit of myself is left behind whenever I step down from that seventeenth step, one more task removed from the post-explosion flat recovery checklist that’s kept me tethered to Baker Street. Not much is left now. And what then? What excuse will I have to return?

No. I have to jump.

I know him. I do. I’ve recently remembered that I’ve always known him.

I’d forgotten, for a while.

I don’t think he ever has. I think he’s been waiting for me.

I hope he’s been waiting.

The thought makes me indescribably sad for him, but the hope is all I have.

I think he’ll have me. Even if just for Rosie’s sake. I’m a shit father alone. I can’t trust myself. There’s no way he trusts me, either. I see his eyes narrow whenever he greets me; assessing my mental state. My BAL. The level of my temper.

I pat Rosie’s head a bit absently, closing my eyes and sucking in a breath of smoggy London air as I pull her closer toward my chest in her carrier. She screams; tries to escape. It’s just the instinctual response of a toddler to confinement, right? To wanting to get out and explore the city streets. To needing a nappy change. A bit of a kip. Some lunch, soon. It’s nothing about me. It’s not about me. It’s not about me.

Except I often feel like it is.

Before I know it, I’m standing outside of the familiar black door of 221 Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson isn’t home, I know. She’ll still be away with Mr. Chatterjee. They’ve patched things up, much to Sherlock’s chagrin. Something about just never filing divorce paperwork to avoid the headache. I was here just yesterday. I know this. I’m not supposed to be here. We hadn’t scheduled anything.

That’s what we do now. Schedule things.

He won’t be expecting me. I glance upwards – the curtains flutter, then shut again.

I – well. I’m not sure what to make of that, but it’s too late now. I fumble for my key, shushing a still-crying Rosie. My heart is racing.

The door opens. Sherlock stands there. His eyes are slightly wide for a moment, then his expression calms. He looks immaculate, as always.

“John, I wasn’t expecting you. Hello, little Watson.”

Rosie giggles. She giggles. From a right strop.

Suddenly I have no words. Nothing to say. I just… shrug. And Sherlock understands. He smiles, a little mismatched quirk of his lips and a crinkling at the corners of his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home, you know.”

My breath leaves me. I feel like I might cry. I take my leap of faith.

Turns out, it’s only a small step.

#my fics #bbc sherlock #just a little throwback reblog

[ocshipscanonwaters]

OCxCanon Week Day 5, 6, 7

I've been very sick so Day 5, 6, and 7 are all gonna be short. Also hope they make sense, I tried my best to make them as read able as possible despite how unwell I am. Day 5

Prompt – Getting into trouble Laurie King x Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) “Let me get the popcorn and we can start.” Laurie gives Steve a kiss on the cheek before getting up from the couch. Steve smiles watching Laurie head over to the stove to grab the Jiffy Pop though once Laurie is far enough away Steve's smile momentarily turns to a frown.

Steve has been thinking about earlier today and he chooses to believe that his boss bought his excuse. New releases are not supposed to be held for anyone, including staff. Period. To be fair though Steve had told a version of the truth; he hadn't held the movie, he just hadn't gotten the chance to process the return so it could be rented by someone else till one minute before close. With no one else in the store that meant it was free to be rented by him.

His boss though did comment about how he thought he had noticed the tape in the morning returns bin and went out of his way to remind Steve of the rules. Not that it matters to Steve either way as he didn't get into any real level of trouble, or at most a tiny bit of trouble.

He hopes.

The smile returns as Laurie comes over with a bowl full of popcorn. Laurie has been dying to see this movie and he's been near giddy that Steve was able to grab a copy so soon. He had wanted to go with Steve to see it in the theatre but it's not the type of movie two male 'friends' go see together. Having it be their Friday night, at home date night so soon after rental release seems to be just as good for Laurie.

Which has Steve double down on the thought he had when he set his devious plan in motion this morning. What's getting into a little trouble at work when you get to make your boyfriend so happy? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Day 6 Prompt – An intimate moment Nigel Leeds x Isaac Lahey (MTV's Teen Wolf) Nigel lets out a scream as he sits up, looking around wide eyed and blinking he finds himself to be so confused. He realizes he's laying in a bed. He can feel sweat, and sweat soaked sheets sticking to his skin.

Isaac waits; knowing that he has to give Nigel a moment to catch his breath, figure out his surroundings, and calm down before speaking. “Nightmares about your family again?”

As Nigel nods his head Isaac pulls him close. Sure he could remind Nigel how when push came to shove Nigel whooped his father's ass, or how now that the Jersey Devil is part of the pack he won't have to face them alone if they ever do come back for some reason but instead Isaac chooses not to say anything.

Isaac knows the types of fears fueling these nightmares don't care about reason, or recent events. They're built on so much horrific past experience and subconscious fears that they are immune to logic. The best thing Isaac can do is hold Nigel close, comfort him and if Nigel needs to talk be there to listen. The two stay the way they are, not speaking, simply being till Nigel falls asleep in Isaac's arms some time later; at which point the werewolf allows himself to drift off still holding his love tight.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Day 7

Fashion - Pajamas Laurie King x Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

“Are you really gonna throw this out?” Laurie picks up the latest addition to Steve's 'get rid of' clothing pile.

Steve smirks, confused; “Yeah it's just an old t-shirt? Why would I keep it?”

“Looks comfy...” Laurie holds it out in front of him. “...and a little stretched out.”

Steve shakes his head; “More reason to get rid of it.”

“Can I have it?”

Steve shrugs, turning his focus his back to the draws. He doesn't understand what Laurie would do with it but he didn't want it so whatever.

“Let's see...” It sounds like Laurie is talking to himself so Steve leaves him to it until he Laurie says; “I thought so.”

Steve looks over and has to do a double take as it appears Laurie did a quick change and is now wearing Steve's old stretched out t-shirt. Steve finds himself...admiring...how it is sitting on Laurie's more slender frame.

Laurie snuggles into the old garment; “Yeah, it's as comfy as I thought. It even smells like you a little...defiantly keeping this for my pajama drawer.”

He pulls it off but stops and looks to Steve before putting his original shirt back on. “If that's okay with you.”

It takes a moment for Steve to do more than just stare; with a nod and a great heaping dose of will power he turns his attentions back to the drawers he's going through and forces a shrug. “Uh yeah...yeah. Help yourself to what ever you want.”

#oc x canon #oc x canon shipping #steve harrington #oc x canon week #oc x canon week 2024 #oc x character #stranger things #isaac lahey #mtv teen wolf

[imjustabeanie]

Hello 🖤

I was hoping to get a Hazbin Hotel matchup please.

I'm bisexual and use she/pronouns so go wild lolol.

Personality wise I appear extremely reserved, but soon enough after a couple of conversations, I reveal my self to be quite boisterous. I'm always cracking (*almost* appropriate) jokes, and I am ALWAYS up for an adventure.

I like the buzz of cities, especially at night, and enjoy eating sushi and wearing perfume.

I am a big reader and particularly enjoy period novels (almost as much as I love rewatching the same 5 shows on repeat).

But my main passion...is musical theatre! I can act, sing and dance and I'm working hard in training to have a shot in the industry.

When it comes to dating, I don't really have a type I go for. It's more about the chemistry I have with someone and how easily we can bounce conversation back and forth.

I suppose then I like people with a bit of wit. Who have a sharpness that they know if and when to use.

I hope that's all the information you need. Thank you for reading my request 🖤

Hey hey hey! Here's your match!

Your hazbin hotel match is....Charlie Morningstar!

Okay so for you it was rather tough cuz you’d get along with many characters as we could try different chemistries and it’d still work. But I finally settled down for good old Charlie Morningstar. You do have as runner ups Rosie (unfortunately, the show didn’t develop her well enough for me to analyse her more deeply cuz she’s in a near equal position to Charlie), Vaggie and (if we omit his sexuality) Angel Dust. The last one would totally be a bff in that world lol.

Charlie is a very passionate person. She believes that everyone deserves a second chance and has a very positive outlook on life in general. Your reserved exterior won’t bother her at all as she’ll actively try to befriend you! And once you reveal your more extraverted self she’ll consider it as a huge victory lol. I believe that Charlie would be the one to ask you out first, she will do it in a song trust me (and it won’t cosk 50k).

You two are a very adventurous couple cuz you encourage each other. She wants to go to the most dangerous parts of hell to promote her hotel? Sure! You want to go to a play taking place in another circle but you two have things to do the next day in early morning? Hop on baby there’s no time to waste. Vaggie is losing it with you two.

Charlie completely understands your jokes and let out a giggle every time you make one even if it’s really borderline to the shock of Angel Dust and Vaggie. She is also rather sharp, she just hides it. But if you hurt someone she loves then she’ll go all out.

Dates nights every night she can, she either takes you out to a restaurant, entertainment or just makes something at the hotel for both of you to unwind and gossip together. As we saw in the show, Charlie tells everything to her lover so it’s definitely the case here. Your opinion matters a lot to her. But she also values honesty a lot so if you take time to open up warn her so she won’t be hurt.

I also see her to be the type to hyperfixate on something for a while (which means also rewatching her favorite episodes and re reading her favorite chapters). Due to her age, Charlie definitely is a big reader, it’s just that she has less time with the hotel. If you start rambling about the books you’re reading you can almost see the hearts in her eyes.

Charlie is your number one cheerleader in your interest at dancing, singing and acting. You two always sing together and believe it or not she won’t hesitate to use her position to help boost you because she really believes in you. Yeah you two are such a sight to behold.

I hope you like it!

#matchups #match ups #hazbin hotel

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Okay. What the hey, I might as well ask, you've helped a lot of people, and since I'm hoping to see a doctor soon, pre-asking this question might help me orient myself.

I'm a trans guy who has been on T for about 9 months. I no longer have periods, and I don't get as wet as I used to (which is common as someone on T). When I, erm, insert something down there for funtimes, while I can usually get my regular synthetic toy in no matter what, if I don't wait until I'm properly prepared, I end up with some mild pain. So, I generally use lube, but that doesn't always make my natural opening itself wider, but it does cut down on the instances of pain. All of this makes sense.

What I'm having trouble with is, why, when I experience mild pain, and I go to the bathroom (as everyone should after sex, even most solo sessions, to clean out your bits), I sometimes end up spending over an hour trying to pee because my body thinks there's something in my bladder, and/or the pain simulates there being something that I need to get out. Even after taking a hot or sitz bath, I will often continue to feel the same way. Is it possible to hurt one's pee hole, even if it wasn't touched at all during the session?

Is it also possible that my pee hole is in fact located inside of or closer to my front hole than it should be? All my life, I've commented on how it's hard to pee with a tampon in, so I always ended up taking them out because the tampon would feel uncomfortable after peeing anyway, and I got looks from other vagina-havers like I'd grown a second head. I've also never really been great with aiming, though I suppose that could stem from not having to think about it unless I'm outside or peeing into a hole.

So then my temporary solution to this problem generally is either pain meds if it's mild enough, or AZO UTI tablets that numb the area so I don't keep feeling the need to pee when there's nothing in there, and further strain my urethra. But I'd love to have a better understanding of what's happening, if you know yourself.

Thanks in advance for reading this far. 💚

hi anon,

there's a lot that I want to address here but let's start with this because it's really important to me

Is it also possible that my pee hole is in fact located inside of or closer to my front hole than it should be?

the chances that your urethra is somehow inside your vagina are incredibly slim and you would, almost certainly, have much bigger issues to worry about if it were. so we can probably rule that one out right now.

now, as for this

I sometimes end up spending over an hour trying to pee because my body thinks there's something in my bladder, and/or the pain simulates there being something that I need to get out

I would like to gently raise the possibility that if you're spending over an hour trying to pee, it's possible that you just... maybe don't need to pee all that urgently? which is fine. a lot of people take the advice "you should pee after sex" to mean "you need to go pee IMMEDIATELY after sex," but it's perfectly fine to wait until the need to urinate comes to you organically if you have just absolutely zero pee.

All my life, I've commented on how it's hard to pee with a tampon in, so I always ended up taking them out because the tampon would feel uncomfortable after peeing anyway, and I got looks from other vagina-havers like I'd grown a second head.

this is perfectly normal. different people have different levels of comfort with tampons, sorry people were weird about it.

So then my temporary solution to this problem generally is either pain meds if it's mild enough, or AZO UTI tablets that numb the area so I don't keep feeling the need to pee when there's nothing in there, and further strain my urethra.

I don't want to be obvious, but if you're getting relief from uti treatments have you considered that you might be getting urinary tract infections? that would explain difficult/painful urination.

#sex edventures 2022

[shi-daisy]

Detour

Late to the party but it was my largest fic so I plead innocent! Lol sorry, anyway I was but stuck on this entry cuz I had zero ideas until it hit me that the Ulquihime/Wavewave AU could work for this. Having both otps interacting its so fun I might do it yearly like the Reunion AU. Hope you all like!

*Fic is set after A Different Reality & A Blissfull Vacation both from the same AU.

@ulquihimeweek

Ulquihime Week Day 3- Wasteland

Detour

They'd done the process so many times Ulquiorra knew something was wrong when he woke.

This time the universe hopping felt heavy as if their entire body struggled to function. Whereas other times felt as if they blinked and were suddenly reunited with their friends.

"Aw, My head. This trip was rough."

Ulquiorra took a step back when he heard his wife's voice come out of someone else's body.

Orihime no longer looked human, but rather she was an orange Cybertronian. Her eyes were still silver and her hairpins had become pieces attached to her new head.

"Ulquiorra?! What happened to you?!"

He touched his own face to feel it was also now made of metal. His body too was green and black and made of metal, he felt as if he had wings again but they were different from those of his resurrection.

"This can't be...We...We've become Cybertronian."

Orihime looked to the side and her silver eyes turned wide. "Maybe that's for the best. Otherwise we wouldn't survive here."

He looked back to see a glimmering glowing gigantic city. It looked exactly like what Soundwave described.

"We're on Cybertron..." Ulquiorra whispered.

"But how?! Does this mean the war is over? Is that why we're here?!"

"I don't know. Either the war ended or it has yet to start. Otherwise the planet would be the wasteland Shockwave studied back on Earth..."

A beeping sound startled them both. It seemed that even in this new form, Urahara could still contact them.

"Ah, hello hello! I see the machine has changed you. That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Kisuke-San! Not only do we look like this, but I think we jumped in time! What are we going to do?"

"No need to panic Inoue-San, You just need to find Shockwave. He'll be able to bring you back in no time. I shall take care of the twins until you return."

"Then we must go to the city. Hopefully we shall see you soon." Ulquiorra told him.

Orihime held our her hand and he took it. Be it metal or skin, he would always feel bliss upon being touched by his dear wife.

***

Despite her worries, Orihime couldn't deny she was utterly fascinated by technically being in an alien planet.

The mechanical sounds that could've been deafening otherwise, the ungodly amount of flying machines that she now knew were literally alive flying through the sky instead of walking, and the absence of humans, flora and fauna were so different from Earth that she couldn't help but want to take it all in.

"I see Astronout Inoue is enjoying this." Ulquiorra smiled when he saw her giddy expression.

"Yes! I never thought I would ever explore an alien planet or that it would look like this. I'm wondering if you and I could transform too! Do we even know how?"

"Considering you have wheels on your back I'm guessing you'd have vehicle mode."

"You bave wings, then that means you're a flyer."

"From my physique alone I suppose I'm a seeker."

"Like Starscream?"

"Don't ruin it, dear."

She laughed at her husband's comment. Though she knew he was fascinated by all of this too.

They finally managed to find a city map, but sadly it was in Cybertonian. Orihime remembered a few words, courtesy of Soundwave's lessons. She identified the word Prime in one of the info squares, but given she couldn't read the name before it they were still unsure as to what time period this was.

"If Optimus is the Prime this is either during the war or after our friends lost it. If it's Sentinel is before and if it's neither the war might be over and won by out friends."

"I can't say for sure, but I think the first letter of the name would be an 'S'"

Their suspicions were confirmed as they saw a familiar purple vehicle speed by them, while being pursued by a police car.

"Prowl and Biteback?" He asked.

Orihime nodded. "That means this is before the war began. We should look for Shockwave in his academy."

"Despite not sharing the keen interest you both have in science I've always wanted to see the Jhiaxian Academy of Advance Technology."

"I think we're influencing you then."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Indeed you have."

She thought the walk there would be easy, after all things, were supposedly peaceful. But just as Soundwave often said that peace masked some ill intentions, they were just tucked away well for a while.

"We've only been walking for two blocks yet I've seen sentinels all over."

"Yes. I'll admit I didn't expect so much hyper vigilance."

Ulquiorra pulled her close by wrapping an arm around her waist. Orihime leaned into his touch as they finally arrived at their destination.

"Think this is the right place?" She asked.

"You won't get away with this you glitch!"

She recognized that voice, although now it sounded far more playful even young. 'Stormsurge?!'

Her old bot friend looked the same, save for the heaviness he and all of the others carried during the war. She almost didn't recognize who he chased out of the Academy until she glanced at his red eyes and purple paint. 'Is that...Tarn?! Stormy was right he did look nerdy.' She stiffled a laugh as she saw the old rivals fighting in their youth.

Even more familiar faces were there for her to see when she glanced at the academy door. Thundercracker and Skywarp were there making bets on who would win this match.

"My money's on Stormy."

"Nah Damus is getting this one."

"My guess it's all of you will go back inside and cease the nonsense!"

Another bot arrived and while Orihime didn't recognize his face she knew that shade of violet all too well.

"Now come on, away with you! If you keep fighting like that I'll have you clean Weeljack's lab."

All of the other bots scurried back inside but the purple stranger noticed them. "Hello, may I help you?"

"We're looking for Senator Shockwave." Orihime tried to keep her tone calm, still she felt herself grow tense as she hoped she'd be given a different answer from the one she expected.

"Ah well you just found him. What can I do for you?"

She froze. This wasn't the Shockwave she knew. He still had his face and both pretty golden eyes. His smile was bright and sweet just as Soundwave had described him before he was tortured. Orihime wanted to warn him, but before she could Ulquiorra spoke.

"We have a request, but I think we have to explain ourselves first. This might take a while."

***

When it came to their robotic friends he usually got along best with Shockwave and Orihime with Soundwave. This version of Shockwave however, he was so similar to her that he could've sworn they were siblings.

Knowing this made it all the more difficult to process that the bot would end up just like he was during his centuries at Hueco Mundo.

"Organics traveling from a future alternate universe to our own, it's simply brilliant! Oh I would love to see how you look in your original form but anything organic would simply perish under this planet's atmosphere."

"It would be due to the radiation or simply the size diffrence?"

"Both could be factors...Oh sorry you were here for assistance and I've been talking non-stop, I'm just very excited."

"No problem. It's good to see you like this..."

He heard the sadness in Orihime's voice as she commented. Thankfully their purple friend was too prepcupied with finding the tools he needed to assist them.

"There. I think I can send ya back home swiftly. We'd have to go to my house however, as that lab more equipped to deal with high magnitude projects."

"Then if you allow us we'll be happy to accompany you home. Truth to be told were both enjoying this visit. Seeing things it's not the same as experiencing them."

"Is that so? Well then, I'll give you a tour as we reach the mansion!"

That seemed to lift their spirits in a small way. The walk back to the house seemed short but they stopped often to gaze at whatever place Soundwave had told them about on their previous meetings.

The library, the hospital and even the plaza were all there exactly as described by Soundwave on earth. Their friend really knew how to set ambiance.

Upon arriving at the mansion, Orihime be seen gasping at the look of it all. "It's so pretty! Ulqui, dosent it look like Las Noches?"

"The arquitecture is different but yes the color and feel are similar. Shockwave I say you and my old boss have the same taste in decor."

"Well thank you, glad to hear you find it familiar."

"Shocky? Is that you?"

Again they both froze upon hearing the younger softer voice of another dear friend. Unlike Shockwave, Soundwave was completely unchanged. His paint, look and optics were all the same, save for the fact he wasn't wearing a Decepticon insignia.

'Because it hadn't happened yet.' He thought.

"Yes Soundy it's me! I brought some friends over who require my help. Are Sunny and Cade around?"

"Unfortunately no, they're out with the cassettes, but I'll lend you a hand."

"Well you two, let's work to get you back."

***

"Those two really like to chat no matter the circumstances. " Orihime mused out loud.

Ulquiorra and Soundwave were chatting away while she and Shockwave kept on organizing the machinery. She managed to hear a little bit of their conversation.

"You're the one who pushed me to confess. It's thanks to you we're conjuxed in the future so please do remember to encourage me when I'm back in my squishy form." Ulquiorra told him.

Soundwave laughed and gave a thumbs up. "I'll do my best."

"I take it we're all close once we meet again?" Shockwave asked, noticing her smile as she stared at them.

"Yeah, we are close."

The feeling of closeness was not diminished by the change in circumstances. If anything she was overjoyed to finally see Shockwave like this. So calm and happy, and with his body and face unmarred by scars that would last milenia.

The pretty technological planet had been a delight to visit, but she differed with their blue mech friend when he said it turned into a wasteland during the war. 'Any planet that does something so callous to a bot like Shockwave is a wasteland regardless of beauty. I'm just glad things didn't come to that in the Soul Society.'

"Hime?"

"Sorry I was just...thinking. Shockwave there's something I should warn you about your future."

The purple bot raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't. Anything you tell us might affect the future and put you and Ulquiorra in danger. I won't allow that.

Whatever has to happen. Let it happen. I know well what we're all getting into with this conflict."

She hugged him tightly. "Just let me say, that you'll be okay reagerdless. He'll never stop loving you, and the same goes for you to him."

"Then that's all I needed to know."

***

Hugs were exchanged as Shockwave quickly sent them back home. In the blink of an eye they were back in Karakura.

"Good to see you both. Had to ask some babysitters for help with the twins."

Ulquiorra smiled upon seeing Shockwave and Soundwave in their human forms, carrying Kokoro and Sora.

"Took you five million years to get back. I used to wonder when we first found you why you looked like those cute bots we met back home. Now I know why." Soundwave laughed. "Should've stayed a seeker and replaced Starscream."

Ulquiorra smiled and took his daughters back. He then glaced at his smiling wife. "I appreciate it, but I think I'm much happier here as an organic."

"Good choice. This seems prefera-" Shockwave was cut off by Orihime tackling him into a hug. Even in human form he did have his trademark blank expression. "Inoue, you'll hurt yourself if you keep glomping people like that."

"It's just good to see you again...I'm glad you're still here."

"I told you. I would be fine as long I had him with me. You feel the same, don't you?"

"Always."

#ulquihime #orihime inoue #orihime x ulquiorra #uhweek2022 #Day 3: Wasteland #ulquiorra shiffer #tf shockwave #tf soundwave #wavewave #Crossover AU