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ADHD task completing tip
okay so growing up i was usually told "do the hard thing first and then you get to do the fun thing." and generally that's reasonable.... if you've got decent executive function. but for those of us who don't, this is a thing i've been using to get through school/work/general human functioning. It's still using hard thing/fun thing, but it interweaves them WAY more
first step: find something that sparks some dopamine quickly. i usually use short-timer online chess or mobile games. if you pick scrolling social media or something that doesn't have a clear endpoint, make sure you have an easy way to set a timer. On apple phones, there's a timer setting that says "stop playing" instead of playing a sound. I love this because it'll take you to your lock screen so you can't accidentally dismiss the timer and keep going. Do NOT make this movement or taking care of bodily functions; eating/hydrating/going to the bathroom/moving around are things you can and should do when your body tells you. take care of ya self
second step: look at your task and break it up TINY. If you have to write a paper, don't break it up by paragraph. break it up into something like fifty words. Cleaning a room: ten items put away. Close reading: 1 page. Really you want something that if your executive functioning was playing nice you could do in 1-4 minutes. I recommend NOT saying "work for x minutes" however, since that's a really quick way to sit there watching the clock. You wanna tie progress to completion not time spent.
third step: estimate how many levels/games/etc of your dopamine source it takes to last 1-5 minutes. Ideally you will already have a sense of this. I'd advise not "testing it out right now" and procrastinating that way.
fourth step: get to work. every time you complete a tiny task, you can do one unit of the dopamine thing. If you get some momentum, you can stack rewards, so if your tiny task was 50 words for one mobile game level, 150 words straight would be three levels. If you are having a really hard time getting going, you can start with 1-3 units of your dopamine thing to kinda jumpstart the process, just decide how many you're doing first so you don't lose hours to it.
note that this ONLY WORKS if you don't ignore your timer/level cutoff. The idea is to get dopamine levels up and use that to power through the next tiny task.
#tips and tricks#adhd#actually adhd#executive function#executive dysfunction#dopamine#motivation#adulting#school#work#find solutions that work with your brain#rather than struggle through solutions that don't#the only bad strategy is the one that makes the task harder#accommodations#self accommodation
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Angsty Psychic Lawers AU stuff?
like Separation Arc or Disbarment era
yeah so I decided Reigenâs disbarment was only gonna be 6 months since thatâs the length of time that Mob was stuck in the mindscape world that Mogami made, and so itâs then the length of time that Mogami is Mobâs mentor (and also this allows the ages to not be all messed up LMAO haha)
#doctorsiren#mob psycho 100#ace attorney#reigen arataka#keiji mogami#tome kurata#serizawa katsuya#phoenix wright#mp100 fanart#ace attorney fanart#mp100 au#ace attorney au#psychic lawyers au#digital art#my art#procreate#doodle requests#I would have done more but Iâm tired lmao#i was working on a short animatic earlier today#siren tries to stop making Mogami a sexyman impossible challenge#next up: krisnix (which is then Reigen and Mogami) /silly#there is no 7yg in either world in these AUs#separation arc lasts the same amount of time it does in mp100 canon#and itâs kind of like when Apollo got all edgy and distant in AA5 and was like âIâm quitting for rn you jerks bye byeâ#anyways sometimes these AUs hurt my brain bc it doesnât match up or work exactly at first#so I have to do some mental gymnastics and find the solution đđ#LILY DO YOU LIKE BEANIX REIGEN IDK WHY BUT HE SEEMS RIGHT UP YOUR ALLEY /silly
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NOVEMBER 2024
Read:
against brute forcing
What the Left Keeps Getting Wrong
Why Democrats Are Losing the Culture War
How not to freak out about the US election
How not to freak out about the US elections, part two
Toleration is an impressive virtue thatâs worth reviving
Learning and Not Learning Abortion
Objects of Despair: Mirrors
What Counts as Seeing
Why Power Brings Out Your True Self
Group think: why art loves a crowd
Real peer review has never been tried
The big idea: is convenience making our lives more difficult?
What Is Masterclass Actually Selling?
Feeling overwhelmed? How art can help in an emergency
the divine discontent*
How to Be Polite
Yes, Social Media Really Is Undermining Democracy
Chemistry: The Human Science
Astronomical Cake
Watched:
what can you ACTUALLY learn from video essays??
The Diplomat (S2)
Sweetpea
Silo (S1)
Listened To:
Charli xcxâs brat and itâs the same but thereâs three more songs so itâs not**
Challengers (Original Score)**
Went To:
More meetings than I've ever had in a month. Why everyone has decided they want to do everything everywhere all at once this November, I do not know.
A meditation retreat (aka a 4hr exam that I invigilated).***
#*Absolutely OBSESSED with this.#**Had to reignite my brat-girl-challengers-analysis-dissociation soundtrack to get through the sheer amount of work I had to do.#***If you are a mildly stressed PhD student and get the opportunity to invigilate - do it.#If you're constantly in a state of either working on your research or thinking you *should be* working on your research so you can't relax#exam invigilation is the perfect solution: technically you're doing something that's PhD related so your brain shuts up#about what you should be doing and you get to spend most of the time just sat in total silence thinking about nothing.#Me and the other invigilator had the best time. We came out in this odd zen state I fear I will never experience again.#I'm going to read some books in December. I am. I'm going to find the energy. I cannot believe I haven't had the energy for... months.#personal
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saw a post about projecting your ethnicity onto a character and started missing vespa ilkay. so so bad
#pov u grow up in a 3rd world country(/planet) where healthcare workers are exported by the thousands like cheap produce to richer countries#it's your ticket out of poverty as long as you can deal with the loneliness the separation from everyone you know the discrimination etc#ive never talked about my hc that vespas mother was one of them sending money every month visiting every couple of years until it just stop#like why return to the swamps when youre doing fine working on a richer planet w much better living conditions#cost of living rises every year. sending home a % of your salary used to be enough to support your husband and daughter and then it isnt#you know how it goes#vespa is also dead set on this path until ranga realizes that hemorrhaging healthcare workers leaves them with little to none of their own#students on scholarships or in community/state universities are bound by return service agreements and are forbidden to leave the country#until theyve rendered a few years of work on ranga to pay back their tuition + as a really shitty solution to the brain drain problem#this is real in my country btw but my professors say a lot of ppl do break their rsa's and fucked off to work in other countries LOL#our state unis can barely afford decent facilities they do nottt have the budget to chase down their own alumni in other countries!#but the mental image is a bit funny#vespa ilkays first crime: tinakasan ang rsa#i do also think it lines up with her having a network of med friends everywhere in the galaxy (heart of it all) you kind of go into pre/med#expecting most of your classmates to leave to work in other countries eventually. mine are aiming for the usa / uae / europe / japan etc#anyway whether vespa breaks her rsa or not she leaves ranga asap decides to switch careers and the rest is history#i also deeply love the fact that she's superstitious i'm very sad it wasn't highlighted more (i've only heard s1-3)#as someone who did grow up in a rural area and went to more albularyos/folk healers than doctors in my childhood. (they never failed me)#lots of folk illnesses (ex. balis; pasma) local medical superstitions (dont eat noodles in hospital; youll have a really toxic shift) etcc#theres also a lot of potential in tying her past as a rangian + med student + assassin to me idk how to word this properly#being raised on cautionary tales of not to touch/disturb anything in the swamps then being given free reign to poke & prod at things in her#lab classes (now with the proper ppe)....she was having so much fun with the curemother prime too lmao#years of walking hanging bridges docks boathouses in ranga etc gave her great balance & stealth#cracking open alien shellfish in the swamps to cutting open bodies for studying then for assassination....#I MISS HER SO MUCH BALIK KN SAKEN đđđđđđ#i get why most people + the canon focuses on her being an assassin bc people find that cooler i guess#but vespa being a swamp girl > 3rd world med student > assassin is so personal To Me. the whole pipeline. eugh.#skl.txt
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for positive trigun-related asks: favorite thing abt knives? :) (any continuity)
FAVOURITE?? /j
In all honesty to truly express how I feel about Knives I have to like put you inside my brain because whenever I think of him now that âPIKMINđâ audio just plays continuously in my head, but Iâll try explain anyway.
1. Um so like, I tend to just gravitate to misunderstood characters tbh likeđ§ââď¸. It really is just that simple sometimes something about characters that are just so much more than they present and are thus sadly ignored by people who donât think twice about what they believe get to me. Something about I guess my own experiences with neurodiversity and how it makes me behave, mental illnesses that people invalidate, transness in an environment where people donât understand or tolerate that. With all these things you tend to behave in a destructive way that isnât quite true to you and youâre plunged into a sinkhole of forever being misinterpreted. ItâsâŚactually tragic.
2. Umm. Something is wrong with him actually likeđ. Bye I just really see myself in how he lets his fears and vulnerabilities boil inside him until their hot enough to carve into needle-point knives. I donât do that anymore thank goodness but I just have perspective on how powerful fear and loneliness is when it comes to distorting and morphing good willed people just looking for reprieve into, the very same people/forces that hurt them. And so I am biased in that I wish for knives to GET HELP and also maybe find a place or person where he feels safe enough to just let it all go. Iâm sure in stampede at least he thinks that person is Vash but, NUH UH. Life isnât that simple bae youâre both mentally illâŚand also thatâs NOT how you ask for helpđđ
Oy veyâŚ
#his brain works like 1.2.3#like no Nai life is not as straightforward as math#I wish it was#but you canât plan or find a logical solution for every problem#youâve got to let go of your control issues honey#they are fueled by your own lack of belief in yourself#you donât believe people will choose to love you anymore so you force them to#thatâs not good people have autonomy okay?#you need to first believe youâre lovable or worthy okay?#and that good people will find you#stop being scared itâs making you go into fits of hysteria#play Mario kart with me#b0tstalks#trigun#millions knives
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Generally the most I ask of anyone is if they WANT to interact but are having trouble figuring out how they hit me up. We can discuss desires and general vibes of where we want a thread to go and I can take it from there.
#untainted thoughts(ooc)#it really IS hard to send stuff and I get that#And I feel like I'm almost ridiculously accommodating which is why some former rp partners triggered the FUCK out of me#âoh well you said you weren't interested in asks for these characters and idk who else to send forâ#âsend them anywayâ#ânah that's not how my brain works its no one's fault reallyâ#EHHHHHH ITS FUCKING YOUR FAULT DUDE IM TRYING TO FIND SOLUTION AND YOU JUST AINT
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had a very my little pony dream and it produced??? lore???? for the au im working on??????
#crops#mlp#these are vague in the note but i have all of these like. plotted out. because of the dream#in it they were working on a solution other than the school and elements to assist with inequity in Equestria#and for some reason my brain came up w an illegitimate sibling for fluttershy whos evil and bitter and he tries to fuck it up?#and recession is just when your cutie mark goes away either out of necessity or because of trauma related to work#forced recession is used as a punishment and you end up repeating something until that becomes your new 'talent'#one of the characters is a pony whose family died bc her cm wasnt farm related and she refused to recess it and left#but she was arrested because they assumed she was the cause of the timberwolf attack that killed her family#so her fashion cm was forcibly recessed and she got one relating to her sisyphean punishment of 'saving' a replica of the farm#recession is also a form of torture in pony communities. its just. its a lot.#recession can also be willful but then it just takes a lot of time so big families and adoption post-cm is common in Equestria#like pinkie's family is big so the rock farm doesnt go belly up and fluttershy's family doesnt own a business so theres no risk there#i could go on and on about recession but idk if i want to :/#<- i do have a character that is unhappy with her cm but im debating if she'll recess it in order to find a better calling for her#(its Get Well Soon if anyones curious)
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If youâre someone who needs reassurance from loved ones that they love you, thatâs really valid. But the way you ask for it matters. Hinting at it with comments like ânobody loves meâ can actually be hurtful to your loved ones. Itâs also a good idea to try and reassure yourself first!
The truth is that for a lot of people, giving reassurance constantly is exhausting. It can lead to issues in a relationship over time, and negative feelings on both sides because they may end up avoiding the other person. This is especially true if someone doesn't ask for reassurance directly but hints at it with things like "No one cares about me."
My advice is if you are finding yourself struggling is to first try and self soothe either with skills or things that have helped in the past. Here is my post on self-soothing ideas! And if that doesnât work, then ask for it in a healthy way.
Some other examples.
Keep screenshots, letters, cards etc that affirm you are cared about by your loved ones. You can even ask someone to give you a recording of them saying it that you can listen to. Bonus: Keep these things in a self-care box that you can use in times of crisis and pull out that has other things in like affirmation cards, favourite treats, self care items, etc.
Examine the evidence. By this I mean try and keep a list of things they've done to show they care about you. For example, I have a list of things my partner has done for me besides saying "I love you" of both big things and little things that I can read when my brain decides to be rude to me and make me doubt he cares.
If the other person has done something specifically to make you feel they don't care, it's important to step back and look at the situation and check the facts. There's a difference between someone lying to you or doing something intentional and someone not replying to you because they got busy. Hereâs my post on checking the facts!
Hereâs a post on Challenging Irrational Thoughts!
ACCEPTS is a really good skill for distractions! Here's a post on it.
TIPP is a good skill if you are needing to calm down in immediate crisis. Here's a post on it.
If you're having urges to accuse your loved one of not caring, consider Urge Surfing (here's a post on it) and then using a skill or plan that helps you.
If you aren't able to self-soothe that's so valid! It really is. I recommend trying it because sometimes you will be able to. But then sometimes you won't be able to and that's okay. In this case, if you need to get it from someone, ask directly for it instead of doing it in a guilting/passive aggressive/hinting way. You might say "Hey. I know you care about me, but my brain is being rude. Can you please give me some reassurance?" instead of "Sorry I'm such a bad friend/person/burden/etc".
It might also be worth having a conversation when calm with the other person to establish some boundaries and ideas for communication.
For example, if your friend regularly feels drained by you asking for reassurance, they could set boundaries on how often they're okay for you to ask for it.
You both might decide that they will try and message you randomly to offer reassurance because it can mean a lot when that happens.
This might be where they send you messages/recordings/etc that you can read in times of need.
If the friend is doing something specifically, even unintentionally, that makes you question things then it's really valid to have a discussion about it! I recommend using some I-Statements or other communicative skills to talk about it. Even if they aren't doing something wrong, it's still valid to talk about your feelings and see if you can come up with a solution. For example, maybe it's really hard on you that they disappear randomly for a couple days when their energy levels plummet. And this causes you to spiral and think they're ghosting you or etc. In this situation, maybe you and your friend come up with a solution where you establish a single emoji (specific for this purpose) that the friend can send with low energy that says "Hey. It's not you but I'm feeling drained and need to not reply for a bit."
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L.H. | Scotty Doesn't Know
Masterlist | Buy me a coffee
Summary: Scott Summers made two things clear for Logan when he first arrived at Xavierâs School for Gifted Youngsters: stay away from his girlfriend and donât even look at his little sister. The former was easy.  The latter, though? That oneâs a little harder for Logan.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Summers!Reader
Warnings: canon typical violence
Word Count: 2.2K
Authorâs Note: So, your boy has seen Deadpool and Wolverine too many times and is currently experiencing Hugh Jackman brain rot. Had to write something after listening to "Scotty Doesn't Know" by Lustra and then it just kinda just took on a life of it's own. Let me know if you guys want more Logan fics because I'm so obsessed with this man rn.
âJust doing maintenance, or are you going for a ride?â
Logan looks up from where he was working on his bike. He damn near almost bites through the cigar in his mouth when he spots you leaning against the garage door. He shouldnât be surprised; despite his best efforts, Logan always seems to be accompanied by your presence -- both at the mansion and in the field. Itâs not that he wants to ignore your existence. Scott Summers made two things clear for Logan when he first arrived at Xavierâs School for Gifted Youngsters: stay away from his girlfriend and donât even look at his little sister. Logan wanted to scoff at Scottâs warning: opposed to public belief, heâs not actually an animal.Â
The former was easy -- Jean made it abundantly clear that sheâs in love with Scott. The latter, though? That oneâs a little harder for Logan -- especially when youâve made it abundantly clear that youâre just as fascinated with him as he is with you.Â
âJust working.â
You nod at his answer as he returns his attention to his bike, putting out his cigar in the process. His bluntness is unsurprising, but no matter how often Logan tries to blow you off, you still feel the harsh sting of disappointment. Logan Howlett is an enigma to you. A problem you just canât seem to find the solution to. Youâve always gotten along with Logan and work well enough together that Charles often pairs the two of you up on missions. He protects you with his life in the field. Heâs the first to offer you a helping hand when he notices you struggling. He consistently provides support after every mission that goes awry. It would be easy to consider him a friend; however, Logan has always kept you at a distance. He brushes you off whenever you ask if he wants to do something simple like share a drink or watch a movie.Â
At first, you thought it was because he was afraid of you -- of your mutation. Just like your older brothers, you have the ability to manipulate energy. And just like your older brothers, you have difficulty controlling your powers without the help of external factors -- Alex had the suit, Scott has his glasses, and you have two siphons that you wear on either wrist. Without them, energy builds up in your body until it cannot be contained and then escapes through the only place it knows how -- your hands. The siphons help regulate the amount of energy coursing through your body, and most importantly, they give you the power to choose when and how to disperse it.Â
During one of your missions, one of your siphons was destroyed. You and Logan were fighting for your lives against an anti-mutant militia after being separated from the rest of the X-men. The two of you were outnumbered and on your own since communication with the team had been cut off. Logan was willing to fight to the death against these soldiers, and you were prepared to back him up until the end. During the fight, Logan got pinned down by multiple assailants, and you watched helplessly as they attempted to decapitate your partner. You felt the familiar sensation of energy building throughout your body as you struggled against your own group of attackers. All hope seemed lost until one of the soldiers nailed you in the back of the head -- hard. The hit caused you to fall forward, and you braced yourself, using your hands to catch your falling body. As your hands connected with the ground, an energy field shot out of your hands. You prepared yourself for another blow, but it never comes. The chaos around you suddenly seemed to turn into an eerie silence. Finally, you look up and let out a shaky breath as you take in the carnage caused by your energy field. Everything around you was completely eviscerated -- everything except Logan.
Logan let out a low, pained groan, and you watched in horror as his body heals himself from the wounds you inflicted. You looked down at your hands in shock. Itâs been ages since your powers were this volatile. Since you felt this out of control. At this moment, you noticed the state of your left siphon -- wholly shattered. No wonder you werenât able to control your powers.Â
The sound of your name eventually pulled your attention away from your hands. Looking up, you saw Logan cautiously approaching you. His concerned eyes scan your body for any injuries and once he seemed certain that youâre okay, he met your gaze.
âWe need to get out of here.â
It wasnât until the you were back on the jet with the rest of the team, that Logan approached you about what happened in the field. You were sitting away from the others at the back of the jet, studying your broken siphon. Suddenly, a pair of large hands cover yours, obscuring your siphon entirely. You look up and see Logan knelt in front of you.Â
âYou good?â
He didnât move his hands from yours as he spoke and you relished in the contact. A dry laugh escaped your lips as you considered his question.
âI couldnât control myself out there, Logan. Without my siphons, Iâm just as dangerous as the enemy out there.â
Loganâs face softened at your words. He understands why youâre so panic-stricken right now -- knowing all too well how it feels to lose control.
âHey. Look at me, sweetheart. Iâm fine.â
You scoffed at his words. Of course heâs fine. Heâs damn near indestructible, but you saw the aftermath of your outburst. Saw the devastation caused by your hands. Those same hands that Logan is now tightening his grip around -- grounding you back in reality.
âSeriously. You might think you were a liability out there, but you saved my life.â
You met his eyes again and are taken aback by the sincerity you found in them.Â
âI could have killed you.âÂ
And there it is -- whatâs actually eating you up inside. Heâs aware of the fact that your powers could have killed any of your teammates -- including himself. But they didnât. Heâs here with you, unafraid, because even though you think your powers are something that should be feared, he just finds them remarkable.
âI know. Trust me, I know. But you didnât.â
You nodded at his words, feeling a little more at ease. Your heart dropped as he removed his hands from yours, but instead of walking away, Logan took a seat next to you. He didnât say another word, but he didnât have to. His presence alone was enough to settle you down.
After that day, you thought maybe something changed between you and Logan. Although there was a newfound understanding and sureness with one another -- he still kept you at armâs length. In all honesty, the whole situation confuses the shit out of you.
âDid I do something that upset you?â
Loganâs brow furrows at your question, and his eyes finally find yours again. He doesnât drop the tool in his hand, but heâs shifted his body to face yours now.
âWhat?â
âDid I do something that upset you?â
Logan shakes his head as you repeat your question, looking at you incredulously. He doesnât understand where this outburst is coming from.
âWhat are you talking about?â
Your brow furrows at the genuineness of his confusion. How could this man not know what youâre talking about?
âDo you like working with me?â
Logan blinks at your words. Now heâs completely lost. He sets down the tool in his hand and stands up, crossing both of his arms over his chest.Â
âWhatâs this all about, sweetheart?â
You let out a frustrated sigh and run your hands through your hair. If only this man knew how infuriated he makes you. So, he wonât drink a beer with you at the end of the day, but heâll throw around the name âsweetheartâ like itâs nothing? The man is simultaneously your favorite and least favorite person.
âIâm just trying to figure out what I did that pissed you off.â
Logan scoffs at the idea as if youâre the one being ridiculous here. And, to Logan, you are being ridiculous. The only thing thatâs ever pissed him about you is completely out of your control -- if only you werenât Scottâs little sister.
âIâm not pissed at you.â
You genuinely want to pull your own hair out right now.
âAre we friends?â
Friends. The word hurts Logan more than it should. Actually, it shouldnât hurt at all. Thatâs what you both are, right? Just friends and partners in the field. Except youâve never been just a friend or just a partner to Logan. Not really. But he canât do anything about that.Â
âYeah, I guess.â
He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, but his posture is still defensive.Â
âThen why wonât you just drink a beer with me?â
Oh. Oh.
Logan supposes that his behavior is odd. Friends are expected to spend time together and well, the only time he spends with you is during training sessions or missions. Your whole relationship is grounded in the two of you working together, but somehow, itâs turned into something more intimate. The tender moments between missions and the tension during intense training sessions -- although Logan had attempted to make clear boundaries with you, the lines blurred at some point, and now Logan is left with the consequences.
âItâs complicated.â
Heâs not wrong. He knows himself. His feelings for you were already complicated enough. If he were to close the distance he made between the two of you? Well, he may not actually be an animal, but heâs not sure if he could control himself.Â
âOh, is it?â
Youâre frustrated. And youâre no longer leaning against the garage door. No, youâre standing just a few feet away from him now -- hands on your hips defiantly. Logan rolls his shoulders back, trying to stop himself from lashing out against you. You try to ignore how his muscles flex against the thin white tank top heâs wearing due to the movement.Â
âYeah, it is. I promised ScottâŚâ
âThis is seriously about my brother?â
âWell, yeah.â
You let out a dry laugh. This whole situation is absurd, but you should have known. Without Alex around, Scott feels the need to be the overprotective older brother. Heâs warned you about Logan countless times since he first arrived at the mansion, but you never really listened to him. It always seemed ridiculous to you -- especially since the dangerous man he constantly warned you about was the same man he trusted to protect you during every mission. Of course, Scott also cautioned Logan to stay away from you.
âHe may be my brother, but he doesnât get to make my decisions for me, Logan.â
You take a step towards Logan and he watches you with an intensity that would make you uncomfortable if it were any other man. But this isnât any other man.Â
âAnd he doesnât get to choose who I spend my time with.â
And in this moment, Logan knows that heâs fucked. Youâre fiesty, and headstrong, and determined -- all attributes that he admires in you. If youâve decided that heâs the person you want to spend your time with, then who is he to argue?Â
âSo what do you say -- wanna go for a ride?â
A wild grin spread across his face at your question. Little do you know that heâs thought about this exact moment more than heâll ever care to admit. Throwing all caution to the wind, he grabs his leather jacket and climbs on his bike. You watch him with bated breath as you wait for his response. Instead of giving you an answer, Logan kicks the starter, causing the motorcycle to roar to life. A part of you is afraid that you misconstrued your relationship and that this is all going to end with Logan riding off on his own. But then Logan looks back at you, eyebrow raised playfully.
âYou coming, sweetheart?âÂ
Without a second thought, you climb on the back of his bike. Logan revs the engine once before glancing back at you again.Â
âYou might want to hang on.â
You donât need to be told twice. Your hands slide under his leather jacket and wrap around his waist. Logan tries to fight off the shiver that begs to travel down his spine as he feels the warmth of your hands against his abdomen through the thin cotton fabric. He wonders if you know what you do to him -- how hard it is for him to pull away when heâs in your presence. Itâs like you're a magnet made just for him.
âWhen your brother finds outâŚâ
The laugh that escapes your lips is like music to his ears. And as you press your body closer to his, he decides that even if heâs going to hell for this, at least he gets to experience the heaven of this moment right here.
âWhat Scotty doesnât know, wonât kill him.â
Logan shakes his head before peeling out of the garage. God, the Summers family is going to be the death of him.
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the loumand relationship was actually crazy I canât believe it lasted for 77 years. like imagine dating a guy whoâs clearly not over his ex to the point that he hallucinates him when the two of you are on dates and even in bed with you and he says no when asked if youâre companions and you donât really have compatible lives because you are a coven leader and he doesnât really gaf about all that or the theater AND he has a daughter/sister but you donât wanna be a step parent and told her she should die. then you massively fuck him over and try to get him killed bc you donât trust that the relationship will last, but he survives (because of his ex) so you apologize and he tells you he will never forgive you, and then you guys meet up with the previously mentioned ex (who is also your ex, allegedly) who calls you a gremlin and your boyfriend rubs it in his face that heâs gonna stay with you forever just to hurt his feelings. right in front of you. and you literally got his daughter/sister killed so thereâs that elephant in the room forever. then you stay together for twenty more years while you lie to him the entire time about what happened in paris and he fucks and kills 100+ guys and youâre clearly mad about it but wonât tell him. you get into the worst argument ever where youâre both horrible to each other and intentionally bring up each others worst traumas to hurt each other and he reveals that he finds you boring and that spending twelve hours talking to some guy he just met about his ex was more interesting than being in a relationship with you for decades. so obviously you hold the guy hostage and psychologically torture him and then wipe both of their memories. then presumably the relationship continues in the same deranged fashion for fifty years, where you do stuff like build shelves he canât even reach because you can fly and he canât, but at least you got an ipad to play on in bed when the two of you are lying half a meter apart in bed. then he decides to bring back the same guy from 50 years ago to do another interview and you listen to him talking lovingly about your (allegedly) mutual ex and how good the sex was for hourssss. and somehow your solution to all of this is to make the marriage work by constantly lying, manipulating him, deleting memories from his brain and spinning a whole web of lies that you had to keep going for more than seventy years just so he wouldnât leave you for the ex. WHY ARE THE TWO OF YOU TOGETHER! why do you want to make this relationship last!! canât even go to couples therapy because this is a whole new type of fucked that they donât even teach in therapy school
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reverse dating tropes w hsr men!
in which â what the title suggests / those classic fanfic tropes but with a twist
featuring â boothill, jing yuan, blade (separately) x gn!reader
â§.* â wc: total 1.5k, used up half my brain for this (the other half is for pt2 w aven sunday geppie!!), lovesick boothill + clingy jy + jealous blade fr, anyway pls enjoy! reblogs r appreciated <3
gepard aven sunday vers here!
boothill ęŠ .á
love at many sights with boothill whose memory card was tinkered with, and every time you meet, he thinks he's seeing you for the first time, so he falls for you over and over again.Â
when boothill returned from a dangerous mission, it was evident that he had endured significant damage. his once sleek and polished exterior was now marred by dents and scratches, and his mechanical limbs were either partially missing or severely damaged. the exposed wiring, usually neatly tucked away beneath scraps of metals, now hung in tangled strands, sparking occasionally with residual energy.
he looked barely salvageable. it's safe to say that the mechanics had a hell of a time fixing him.
though they were skilled enough to piece him back together, his memory card wasnât as lucky. a tinkering in his system left him incapable of recalling or retaining information in his synthetic brain, temporarily âleaving the mechanics scrambling to find a solution.
weeks later, you find yourself walking down the familiar corridors of the laboratory where your favourite cyborg is being held for reparation.
boothillâs eyes immediately land on yours when you enter the lab. âwell ainât this a surprise! havenât seen ya in a good long while.â boothill drawls, tipping his hat your way, his voice carrying a metallic twang.Â
"i heard you took a bit of a tumble, figured someone should come make sure you didnât lose all your screws." you shrug nonchalantly, a smirk playing on your lips.
boothill's eyes flicker for a moment, taking in the curve forming on your lips. he thinks youâre adorable with that infectious smile of yours.Â
âheh, nothinâ bad, just had a r-r-run in with some cuties" he says, failing to hide the glitch that caused his voice to stutter. (and that damn synesthesia beacon! he swears heâll get it fixed this time aroundâŚ)
âguess you took more than a tumble huh...â you lean casually against the workbench, the sterile scent of machinery and the hum of various devices filled the air; your gaze sweeps over the freshly repaired parts of boothill's metallic frame, âanyway, glad to see that youâre mostly fine now."Â
âaww! do ya care âbout me?â he teases, his grin widening, revealing his pointy teeth peeking out mischievously. you donât reply, your eyes glinting with the faintest hint of amusement dancing in them.
"boothill, we go through this every time, your memory card's still damaged. you forget things sometimes, so for the 5th time this week, yes i do care about you.â
boothill's expression shifts, a mixture of realization and sheepishness crossing his features. "right, right," he murmurs, scratching the back of his head with his metallic hand. "sorry 'bout that, sugar. guess i just keep forgettin'."
you chuckle and shake your head, finding the situation amusing. he feels like he might overheat from the sheer warmth radiating from your smile.
âyouâre beautiful, date me.â (he didnât mean to blurt that outloud)
you raise your eyebrows at the sudden compliment, âwhy thank you,â a surprised laugh escapes your lips.
ââand weâre already dating, silly.â
a shower of sparks erupts from his circuits, you can particularly hear the fans inside him sputter and whir. you rush to his side, concern etched on your face.
âwh- are you okay?! youâre short circuiting again!â
and this happens every time his memory lapses. you offer an apology to the mechanic on the next shift for the extra work required to fix yet another damaged wire after your visits. perhaps they should ban you from getting too close to boothill, lest he completely breaks down again like that one time where you told him, yes you actually kissed before.
jing yuan ŕ Ë.
"secret relationship" with jing yuan but he is completely unaware of how his public displays of affection towards you keep revealing the supposed secrecy of your relationship.
on the rare case that the general is found in his office, you are there too, beside him.
âpleeeease? just one kiss, really really miss you, darlingâ
âno jing yuan, not nowâŚâ
he wraps his arms around you as he leans in, caging you from the back. he rests his chin on your shoulder, âthen how about a kiss on the cheeks?â he murmurs in your ear. you try to push him away, but he just chuckles softly against your neck, his arms still secure around you.
âno, and get off me before someone sees!â you protest, feeling your face flush from the close proximity, and the tightening of his arms suggests that he has no intention of releasing you just yet.
this stubborn man⌠you swear youâre gonna burst a blood vessel someday.
as if to echo your exasperation; he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, peppering it with nibbles and gentle kisses. jing yuan certainly knows how to test your limits, yet his affectionate gestures never fail to chip away at your resolve.
suddenly, a series of loud knocks come from the door, you freeze, and immediately attempt to wiggle your way out of his grasp. but he remains unfazed, his hold on you firm, and seemingly unbothered by the interruption.
the door bursts open, âgeneral! thereâs a situation at starskiff haâven...â yanqing trails off as his eyes widen at your position. the room falls into a momentary silence as yanqing's gaze shifts between you and his general, his expression reflecting a blend of shock and embarrassment.
clearing his throat awkwardly, yanqing stammers, "i-im sorry for interrupting... iâll t-take my leave now!â with a hurried nod, he practically sprints out of the room.
oh bless that kidâs poor eyesâŚÂ
you shoot a glare at jing yuan from the corner of your eyes, you just know that he has a shit eating grin on his face right now. nowadays, itâs probably common knowledge that the generalâs most treasured person is you, evidently shown by how he latches himself onto you every time youâre within his vicinity. you wouldnât be surprised if the entirety of xianzhou knows about your supposed âsecretâ relationship.
âso⌠can i have my kiss now?âÂ
aeons, heâs insufferable. (you love him tho!!!!!)
bladeÂ Ř ŕŹ
"fake dating" with blade but you are actually dating âsomehow everyone is convinced you aren't.
âblink twice if you need help.â march whispers-shout; dan heng leans against the doorway, blocking the way into your room, nods in agreement.
âthis is absurd⌠iâm alright guys, really!â you try to reassure your friends, frustration edging into your voice. though no matter how many times you insist that no blade isn't holding you hostage and that you are indeed in a relationship with him, they seem convinced otherwise, somehow deducing that you're not able to speak freely.
you sigh in resignation, knowing that they arenât going to relent anytime soon, and with blade idling in your room, you can't afford to keep him waiting any longer. âdan heng please, let me through, heâs been waiting for me for the past 10 minutes nowâŚâ
âgood, let him wait.â dan heng responds curtly. (what a guy)
march takes hold of your hands, âdo you owe the stellaron hunters something, and him out of everyone?! he looks scaryâŚand totally not your type!âÂ
ânot their type?â a low voice rings out from behind dan heng, the three of you turn immediately and see blade looming at your doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.Â
âstellaron hunter. stay back.â dan heng furrows his eyebrows, his stance defensive as he pulls out his weapon, positioning himself to block you and march. sensing the growing tension, you step forward, reaching out to gently grasp at dan hengâs shoulder.Â
(bladeâs expression darkens at your hand resting on him)
âitâs okay dan heng, he means no harm.â dan heng hesitates, his grip on his weapon remains tight, but he doesn't move to strike. so you slowly move between him and blade, âsee? iâm fine⌠heâs not gonna hurt me.â you smile reassuringly at your friends.Â
just then, as if to further aggravate dan heng, blade settles his hand on your waist. dan hengâs hand is visibly twitching now. âwhat? canât i touch whatâs mine?â
dan hengâs eyes narrow, â...we still donât believe you, leave now. before itâs too late.â
before you can interject, blade grabs your chin, silencing any words of protest with a sudden kiss. caught off guard, your eyes widen as the unexpected gesture leaves you momentarily stunned. but you soon reciprocate his kiss, his intensity drawing you in.
(march quickly covers her eyes with her hands)
âthere. now leave us alone.â and with that, he pulls you into your room, slamming the door shut behind, pinning you against it.Â
itâs just the both of you now, finally.
âdid you really have to touch him.â his voice tinged with possessiveness. âblade, he wouldâve hurt you, i didnât meanââ he shuts you up with another kiss, more desperate this time, welp guess youâre stuck with him for the night.
though your friends might not believe that a person like you would âbe in cahootsâ with someone as dangerous as him; convincing them otherwise is a task for another time. tonight, he wants your attention focused solely on him, and him only.
â§.*
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Full offense and pun fully intended, but I genuinely think the very existence of "dead dove, do not eat" was a fucking canary in the mines, and no one really paid attention.
Because the tag itself was created as a response to a fandom-wide tendency to disregard warnings and assume tagging was exaggerated. And then the same fucking idiots reading those tags describing things they found upsetting or disturbing or just not to their taste would STILL click into the stories and give the writer's grief about it.
And as a response writers began using the tag to signal "no, really, I MEAN the tags!"
But like.
If you really think about it, that's a solution to a different problem. The solution to "I know you tagged your story appropriately but I chose to disregard the tags and warnings by reading it anyway, even though I knew it would upset me, so now I'm upset and making it your problem" is frankly a block, a ban and wide-spread blacklisting. But fandom as a whole is fucking awful at handling bad faith, insidious arguments that appeal to community inclusion and weaponize the fact most people participating in fandom want to share the space with others, as opposed to hurting people.
So instead of upfront ridiculing this kind of maladaptive attempt to foster one's own emotional self-regulation onto random strangers on the internet, fandom compromised and came up with a redundant tag in a good faith attempt to address an imaginary nuance.
There is no nuance to this.
A writer's job is to tag their work correctly. It's not to tag it exhaustively. It's not even to tag it extensively. A writer's sole obligation, as far as AO3 and arguably fandom spaces are concerned, is to make damn sure that the tags they put on their story actually match whatever is going on in that story.
That's it.
That's all.
"But what if I don't want to read X?" Well, you don't read fic that's tagged X.
"But what if I read something that wasn't tagged X?" Well, that's very unfortunate for you, but if it is genuinely that upsetting, you have a responsibility to yourself to only browse things explicitly tagged to not include X.
"But that's not a lot of fic!" Hi, you must be new here, yes, welcome to fandom. Most of our spaces are built explicitly as a reaction to There's Not Enough Of The Thing I Want, both in canon and fandom.
"But there are things on the internet that I don't like!" Yeah, and they are also out there, offline. And, here's the thing, things existing even though we personally dislike or even hate or even flat out find offensive/gross/immoral/unspeakable existing is the price we pay to secure our right to exist as individuals and creators, regardless of who finds US personally unpleasant, hateful or flat out offensive/gross/immoral/unspeakable.
"But what about [illegal thing]?!" So the thing itself is illegal, because the thing itself has been deemed harmful. But your goddamn cop-poisoned authoritarian little heart needs to learn that sometimes things are illegal that aren't harmful, and defaulting to "but illegal!" is a surefire way to end up on the wrong side of the fascism pop quiz. You're not a figure of authority and the more you demand to control and exercise authority by command, rather than leadership, the less impressive you seem. You know how you make actual, genuine change in a community? You center harm and argue in good faith to find accommodations and spread awareness of real, actual problems.
But let's play your game. Let's pretend we're all brainwashed cop-abiding little cogs that do not own a single working brain cell to exercise critical thinking with. 99% of the time, when you cry about any given thing "being illegal!!!" you're correct only so far as the THING itself being illegal. The act or object is illegal. Depiction of it is not. You know why, dipshit? Because if depiction of the thing were illegal, you wouldn't be able to talk about it. You wouldn't be able to educate about it. You wouldn't be able to reexamine and discuss and understand the thing, how and why and where it happens and how to prevent it. And yeah, depiction being legal opens the door for people to make depictions that are in bad taste or probably not appropriate. Sure. But that's the price we pay, creating tools to demystify some of the most horrific things in the world and support the people who've survived them. The net good of those tools existing outweighs the harm of people misusing them.
"You're defending the indefensible!" No, you're clumsily stumbling into a conversation that's been going on for centuries, with your elementary school understanding of morality and your bone-deep police state rot filtering your perception of reality, and insisting you figured it out and everyone else at the table is an idiot for not agreeing with you. Shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down and read a goddamn book.
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if you're stuck on a chapter there are a few reasons:
-your set up to the scene you're writing is not working. go back and check it
-you are not in the right POV. think about who would be the most interesting or the most entertaining or the most informative in that scene, depending on what impact you want the scene to have
-you're at the beginning of the chapter and the words aren't coming to you even though you have it planned out already? the solution is simple: you don't like what you have planned out as much as you think you do. do not force it
-solution to a lot of problems comes from a single question I ask myself: Do I choose the kind option, or the mean option? (Your readers will eat up either one)
-You find the dialogue lacking? Act it out
-Your scene feels boring or something just "ain't right" but you can't tell what it is? Try making yourself feel the emotion you want your readers to feel. If you didn't cry while writing a scene meant to make your readers bawl their eyes out, then you might not have connected to your character as well as you wanted to. Put yourself in their shoes, pretend you ARE them.
(And afterwards, please practice putting yourself back in your own shoes and taking care of your mental health. Sometimes the fucked up stuff might get to you. Healthy minds create healthy lives, and in turn, you get to keep creating.)
-Your environment might be bothering you. Take a look around you and see what's nagging you. Is your workspace not clean? Are your notes out of order? A clean/orderly workspace can help you organize your thoughts or get you into a more productive mood. (Trust me, I get it, sometimes it's really hard to keep it tidy.)
-Try white/brown/pink noise. Try listening to music, or to videos that create background noise you feel most productive with.
-Jumping jacks. Squats. Stretches. Wiggle around your room. That one scene in High School Musical where Sharpay and Ryan are warming up. It sounds ridiculous, but this is good for you, your body, and your mind. Release pent up energy, get yourself awake and focused. If you aren't able to do this, try something silly to wake your brain up. Do some puzzles, sing some songs, etc.
-Most importantly:
Did you do your laundry? Did you get enough sun? Did you drink enough water? Did you eat enough today? Did you get your favorite snack? Did you smile? Did you run in your yard like you did as a kid? Did you laugh with your friend? Did you see the way their eyes crinkle when they smile at you? Did you play with your dog? Your cat? Did you look at the flowers in the field near your house? Did you meet someone new? Did you learn something you didn't before? Did you try something you were scared of? Did it go well? Did you enjoy being yourself? Did you explore the world today? Did you live? Did you love? Did you feel? Did you breathe, and relax, and feel that everything is gonna be okay?
It might seem insignificant, but we write from the heart, not just the mind. Let your story sit in the back of your mind when you truly feel stuck. Take care of yourself, try getting out of your head. Notice the details around you, commit them to memory. Your story will wait for you. It might take a day, or days, or a week, or a month, months, or a year or years. But the story sits with you and you'll be thinking about it without actually thinking about it. When you come to your story again, it will be happy that you've grown, no matter how big or small
#erinwantstowrite#writing blog#writing advice#writing#writing inspiration#writer's block#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#mental health#it's so imprtant to take care of yourself#your characters want you to do that#they live as an extension of you
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Drowning
Summary: Evanâs wife is an Elementary school teacher, but when a shooter enters the school and starts shooting at teachers, (Y/n) is the first person to help. Evan gets worried as his wife doesnât pick up her phone, but as soon as the shooting reaches the news Evan is desperate to find out where she is.
Request by: anonymous - The request
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Taglist: @oliviah-25 @shauna-carsley
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âSo I want you to both be thinking about it. Put those two brains together, I want you to solve it and be able to explain how you solved itâ (Y/n) finished her math instruction. âIâm going to give you two minutes to try and solve this question, youâre ready?â Her voice sounded through the classroom as she clicked on start on the timer which was displayed on the screen.
(Y/n) was an elementary school teacher, she teaches the fifth grade to be specific. She has her own classroom, a teacher assistant intern, and a really good bond with her students. She loves her job, she really does. Thereâs nothing in the world sheâd rather be doing than working with children. Her husband, on the other hand, loved being a firefighter. It was his life, and in his words: he wouldnât know where heâd be if he never started the fire academy.
When one of the kids asked her if she had a boyfriend, she told them she was married to a firefighter. The students were so enthusiastic and full of questions, so she decided to take the kids to the firehouse one day, to teach them about firefighters, dispatch and everything Bobby had to tell.
âOkay, so some of you came up with an answer and a solution.â She speaks to the group as she holds up her hand, motioning to the kids who were ready to throw their answer to her head, to hold up their hands. âDo we have a volunteer to tell us what answer they got and how they got it?â multiple hands had gone up into the air, but those hands quickly were put down when loud screams sounded through the hallways.
But it was the gunshot that went off after that which caught her attention the most. Her eyes shot towards her teacher assistant Katy, who was sitting at the desk grading some homework as she immediately dropped the pen. Katyâs eyes went wide when she realized what was happening while multiple gasps from the students filled the silence in the room.The gunshot sent a shiver down (Y/n)âs whole body, as she remembered the three words: Run, hide, fight.
That was the protocol. Run if you can, hide if you can not evacuate safely and fight if your life is in danger.
âEveryone. Hide underneath your desksâ She said softly as she tried to stay as calm as she possibly could.
The students all get off their seats and follow their teachers instructions as Katy runs off to the windows and closes the blinds. Meanwhile (Y/n) gets the remote for the screen and quickly shuts it off and runs towards the lightswitch to turn it off.
âKaty, help me move thisâ she says as she tries to push a mid-high bookcase in front of the door to barricade it. Katy quickly moves towards (Y/n) and helps her move the cabinet, so no one would be able to get in or out of the classroom.
When the cabinet was on the right spot, (Y/n) made her way towards the kids to make sure they were okay.
âYouâre okay, weâre going to be fineâ (Y/n) whispered softly to one of the students who was having a breakdown. She took place on the ground and folded her legs over each other, and she rubbed her hands over the kidâs upper arm, as a sign that she was there. They were not alone.
She let her fingers wipe away the tears of the girlâs cheeks and tried to hush her. She didnât want to draw any attention. The girl almost started hyperventilating because she was that scared. âAmelia I need you to take slow deep breathsâ (Y/n) whispered almost inaudibly. The girl nodded her head as she tried to copy her teacherâs breathing pattern. âGood, through your nose and out through the mouthâ (Y/n) complimented her.
Huddled up with some kids to her side, (Y/n) tried her best to calm down the kids who were having a hard time to deal with the situation. Students around her were silently crying, while they were comforting themselves and each other.
There was an ear deafening silence floating through the classroom. They could practically hear the clock on the wall, ticking after each minute that had gone by.
With every footstep she heard on the hallway outside of the classroom, (Y/n)âs heart would skip a beat. There could be children running for their lives, other teachers or the shooter choosing their next victim.
After minutes, maybe even an hour of sitting in silence, a high pitched yelp sounds through the walls of her classroom. But that scream gets cut off by a sudden gunshot. More gasps and sobs sound softly through the classroom. With wide eyes (Y/n) tries to focus on the sound of the hallway.
âNo. No, what are you going to do?!â Katyâs voice whispered desperately as (Y/n) crouched down and made her way towards the door of her classroom. The assistant crawled her way towards (Y/n), who was down at the door. Looking through the little gap between the window of the door and the bookcase.
(Y/n) glances through the window and spots a fellow teacher, down on the ground while a puddle of blood is being created underneath her. âDonât be a heroâ Katy says as softly as she possibly could.
She turned her head at Katy, âSheâs hurt and needs help, I canât just leave her to..â she shrugged her shoulders, she couldnât say die. Not with her kids around, not when they were already traumatized enough by the sounds âYou know..â she continued as she shrugged her shoulders.
She couldnât do nothing. That was not who she was.
âBut the shooter is still out there.â Katy says as she desperately starts to look around her. âThatâs why I need you to stay here and keep them safeâ (Y/n) whispered as she pointed out at her class. Katy shook her head with a frightened look in her eyes âNo.. I canât do thatâ Katy sighed as she looked at the kids.
âIt wasnât a question Katy, stay here and keep them safe. Close the door behind meâ She repeated one more time as she looked at her over the shoulder.
With both her hands she moved the bookcase on one end a little backwards so she was able to squeeze through the gap of the door. Her hand reached for the lever of the door, as she as silently as possible pulled the lever down and squeezed her body through the door. (Y/n) could hear the door close behind her.
Still crouching, she made her way towards her colleague and let her knees drop to the ground when she reached her. âYouâre gonna be okayâ she said, barely inaudible as she made eye contact with her. The teacher had lost a lot of blood, the puddle was becoming bigger with the second.
The female teacher had been shot in the chest. (Y/n) went with her first instinct, putting pressure on the wound. Without thinking, she pressed her bare hands onto the chest of the woman. The woman winced and hissed at the pain that was being pushed onto her gunshot wound. âI know it hurts, but you have to stay with me okay?â (Y/n) said as her eyes wandered from the wound to the womanâs eyes.
She was on the edge of passing out. (Y/n) could tell. The woman was blinking so fast, and she looked exhausted. âShitâ (Y/n) cursed as the eyes of the woman rolled to the back of her head. Quickly she pressed two fingers of her right hand into the skin of the neck to see if she had a pulse.
Her heart was still beating, which meant she just had to put pressure onto the wound. So the heart would have enough blood to pump around.
But then the feeling of a cold metal getting pressed onto her skin spreads a shiver down her entire body. Her mouth suddenly went dry and her heart was pounding in her chest, as if it was trying to break free from her chest.
(Y/n) was frozen in her position, hovering over the woman. Putting pressure to the wound which was still trying to bleed through the small gaps between her fingers..
âLet goâ the sound of a low male voice said.
She swallowed, as she felt the metal being pushed, deeper into her skin. She slightly shook her head, âYou donât have to do thisâ she slowly said as she kept as still as possible. âI do, everyone in this building has to pay for what they did for me.â
A click sounded. He reloaded his gun. Just one click away from a bullet inside of her head.
âI get it.â her voice said as she felt her breathing become faster because of the adrenaline. âWhen they donât see you. And no one is there to help.â She squeezed her eyes closed at the pressure of the gun that was being pushed into the side of her forehead.
âShut. Up.â His voice hissed at (Y/n).
Tears were falling down her face as she tried to keep enough pressure on the wound of the woman. âStruggling every single day of your life, trying to find a reason to be hereâ
âI said shut up!â he yelled as he fired a warning shot into the concrete walls of the hallway.
She flinched at the sudden gunshot. But she didnât stop. She didnât give up. She needed to try, and enter his mind. Try to talk him out of it, or buy herself more time. âThe bucket will fill itself with more and more water everyday. And one day, that bucket will overflow.â She tried to remain strong as her voice became more trembling by every word she spoke.
The man pushes the gun once again into her skin, the muzzle still a little warm because of the bullet that popped out a few seconds ago. A click sounds as he reloads another bullet. âAnd youâll realize that youâve been drowning.. and if thereâs no one to reach out their hand...â she squeezed her eyes shut as she remained silent for a second and another tear escaped the corner of her eye.
Multiple gunshots sounded through the hallway of the school as the gun, which the shooter was holding against her head fell down to the ground together with the body of the shooter.
A gasp left her mouth as the bullets whooshed along her ears. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the body of the shooter lying behind her on his back. Lifeless.
Everything that was happening was moving in slow motion. When she looked in front of her she could see multiple swat soldiers entering the hallway with their guns pointed towards the man behind her.
âSuspect is downâ one of the soldiers said into their radioâs as they made their way towards (Y/n) and the shooter.
With two paramedics following the soldiers, the paramedics kneeled down next to the female teacher which (Y/n) tried to save her life. The paramedics put down their medic bags beside them and zipped the bag open as they grabbed some gauze.
âYou can let go now. Weâve got her.â the male paramedic said as he tried to get her attention by putting his hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) was still in shock. How did she survive this? Why didnât he just shoot her when he had the chance? Why listen to her words?
âSorryâ she said as she got back to earth. She slowly retreated her hands back to her own body as the paramedic quickly pressed the gauze down onto the wound. (Y/n) slightly flinched as she felt a hand curling around her bicep, pulling her up to her feet and escorting her down the hall to the open world. She let them. She was too shaken up to try and fight or ask questions.
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âHi this is (Y/n)âs phone, please leave a message after the tone!â Her voice sounded through the speaker of Evanâs phone as he ended the call before the tone could ring into his ear.
A sigh leaves Evanâs mouth as he continues to send her a text, asking her to call him back when she can.
Hen walks into the kitchen when a frown morphed onto her face. âHey you okay?â She asked when she noticed Evanâs slightly worried face that was focussed on his phone.
Evan clicks on the send button as he slips his phone back into his pocket, and he curls his fingers around the glass of water he had made.
âIâm fine..â he sighs as he leans with his forearms onto the kitchen counter. âI have just tried to call (Y/n) multiple times but she doesnât answer. Normally she wouldâve called me back by nowâ
They called everyday, especially when Evan was on shift. She would call him after school had come to an end and all kids had left the classroom.
âYou think Iâm crazy, donât you?â Evan laughed at himself as he shook his head. He sounded like he was going insane. As if he couldnât live without her. But it was a routine, so when that routine gets interrupted, it feels weird.
Normally Evan was the one to not pick up, when he was on a call. But he always called her back when they were back at the firehouse. Sometimes it could take hours, but it could also be minutes. It depended on the call of course.
âNo not at all.. Iâm sure she will call you back, maybe sheâs talking to a parent or sheâs just busy.â Hen touches Evanâs upper arm as she tries to reassure him that his wife is okay.
âYeah, youâre right..â Evan pushed himself off the kitchen counter, he grabbed his glass and walked towards the sofas. âMaybe Iâm being a little bit paranoid, sheâs fine..â Evan glances at Hen who gives him a nod and a pat on his shoulder.
âTurn the volume upâ Eddie says as Chimney grabs the remote and quickly turns up the volume by pressing down on the button.
âWe just confirmed that about two hours ago, there has been a school shooting here in Los Angeles. The remarkable thing is that the school where this happened, was an elementary schoolâ
âJesusâ Eddie sighs.
âThe police have confirmed that after about an hour and a half after the shooter had fired the first bullet, they shot down the shooter. The name of the school where this happened is the Great Oak Elementary School. Parents are arriving at the school now to pick up their kids. Thereâs one wounded teacher and two casualties, both were working at the school.â
âThatâs horrible. Imagine you see this on the news and you have to pick up your traumatized child.â Hen says as she continues to listen to the tv.
âCanât imagine what that must feel likeâ Eddieâs voice sounds through the room.
Evan was intensely thinking. Why was that name so familiar? What was it about that school that made him think that he had a connection to it? He didnât have any kids, at least not yet. âWait what school did they say?â Evan double checked the name with his team, to see if he heard them correctly.
âI think it was Great Oak Elementary Schoolâ Chimney says as he focuses again onto the television screen.
Evanâs heart dropped in his chest. As soon as he heard that name fall off the lips of his colleague's mouth, it felt like all of the air he had in his lungs was getting pushed out. Everything's coming together now.
It was the school his wife worked for.
âBut why even an elementary school, not that any school wouldâve been any better or different. But weâre talking about ages 5 to 10 years old. Those children are going to be scarred for lifeâ Eddieâs dull voice sounded over the loft into Evanâs ears.
No texts, no calls, nothing.
Evanâs hearing is dull, everything is still continuing on the back of his mind but his brain is working over hours now. Making up all different kinds of scenarios of what couldâve happened in that school. âWow Buck, you alright?â Another dull voice rang through his ears.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, he flinched at the sudden touch and his eyes connected with Henâs as he turned his head towards her. A frightened look was spread over his face as he tried to control his breathing.
He looked down to his feet, which were suddenly wet and cold. He realizes he had dropped his glass of water down to the ground. His boots are now soaking wet, with the water dripping down his pipes. But that was the last thing he was worried about right now.
His brain filled with all different kinds of scenarios were running through his mind. â(Y/n)â he mumbled through his panicked breaths as he tried to look at Hen, who was still pressing her hand onto his shoulder while her other hand was curled around his upper arm.
âOh no..â Hen said as he puzzled the pieces together. Finally realizing what was happening and what Evan meant.
Bobbyâs voice sounded through the space as he stepped onto the loft âWhatâs happening?â
âThere has been a school shooting at Great Oaks Elementary. The school where Buckâs wife worksâ Hen quickly explained to Bobby as she held her grip onto Evanâs upper arm.
Evanâs eyes that were full of worry wandered towards his captain's eyes who was coming closer towards him every second. âShe isnât answering any of my calls or texts. And Iâm not waiting for the hospital to call me and tell me that sheâs..â Evan sighs at the worst case scenario that was in his mind.
âPlease Bobby. I need to go. I need to see for myself if sheâs okay.â Evanâs broken voice sounded.
âLook Buck, I get it. But you donât have to do this on your own. Weâre coming with you, whether you like it or not. (Y/n) is our family too.â Bobby says as he softly squeezed Evanâs shoulder. A small smile spread across Evanâs face as those words left Bobbyâs mouth.
âLetâs go and find (Y/n)â Bobby says as he patted his hand onto Evanâs shoulder as a sign to go.
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âWhat do you mean she isnât here?â Evan says after Athena finished her conclusion. âI just told you, every teacher that was here on school grounds during the shooting has been checked by paramedics, and are now sitting in a room. Theyâre getting the information they need if they want help. But Iâve seen every teacher in that room, and she wasnât there Buck, only her teaching assistant Katy.â Athena continues her explanation.
âWell, have you asked Katy if she knows anything about the whereabouts of my wife?â Evan asks, maybe a little annoyed. âNo, not yet. Iâm waiting for the professionals to finish their job. And after that, Iâll see if Katy is willing to talkâ She calmly answers Evanâs question.
âHow long is that gonna take?â Evan sighs as he puts his hands on his hips. Heâs losing his patience. This is taking too long. âIâm sure theyâre almost done, this should only take a few more minutesâ Athena reassured him.
âI donât have time for this.. what if Katy doesnât know where she is? This might lead to a dead end.â Evan tries to stop himself from panicking, as he rushes a hand through his short curly hair. He had to do something. He couldnât just stand there and wait on a teaching assistant who maybe doesn't have an answer to their questions.
Evan quickly turned around and slid his phone out of his pocket. He had to try it, at least one more time. He clicks on the green icon and clicks on her name, impatiently he presses the phone against his ear. Maybe she did have it with her.. right?
âBuck..â Evan could hear Bobby sigh as he was walking away from his team.
Evan listens to the sound of the phone beeping, trying to connect with the other phone. He was pacing through one of the hallways, silently listening to the beeps of the phone. Evanâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he could hear a ringtone going off from a distance. Was that someone elseâs phone or was that the phone he was trying to reach?
The ringtone stopped playing when Evan was being sent to voicemail. He quickly presses the red button, and decides to try and call the phone again.
Once more the same ringtone sounds through the hallway.
Evan follows the sound, making his way through the hallways until after multiple times of calling her phone, he reaches the door of a classroom. The tone sounded loudly through the space of the room.
Evan stepped into the classroom and walked towards the desk where the phone was buzzing. âThere you are..â Evan whispered to himself as he grabbed the phone and frowned at the idea of his wife leaving her phone behind. She never leaves her phone behind.
He shoved his own phone into his pocket as he made his way back towards his team who were now talking with a young woman, probably Katy.
âCan we please ask you a few questions?â Evan could hear Athena ask the TA, who nodded at her question. âWhen was the last time you saw (Y/n)?â Athena continued to ask her. âDuring the shooting, we were all hiding inside the classroom just like protocol said. And she told me to watch the kids.. she went to help the lady who was shot outside of our classroom. I heard multiple gunshots, when I was alone with the kids. But I havenât seen her since she told me to watch them.â Katy explains.
Evan could feel his knees trembling, like they were suddenly turning into Jell-o.
âThatâs everything I knowâ Katy says as she shrugs her shoulders. âItâs okay, thank you Katy. If something pops into your mind, give me a callâ Athena says as she gives Katy her card with her contact details and Katy walks away.
âAlright, thereâs two things we can do. One, we go to the hospital and check if she may be in the ER. Or two, we go check the..-â Athena gets cut off by Evanâs voice.
âMorgueâ Evan finished Athenaâs sentence and shook his head. âWeâre going to the ER of the nearest hospital, sheâs not dead. She canât be.â Evan continued. âBuck.â Bobbyâs voice spoke up when Evan wiped his hand against his forehead, as if it helped him to get rid of the thought of his wife being dead. âI refuse to believe that sheâs dead, I want to go to the hospitalâ Evan states as he could hear his own voice trembling.
Evan felt Bobbyâs hand landing onto his shoulder. âItâs your decision to make Buck, if you want to go to the hospital, we go to the hospitalâ Bobby said as he looked into Evanâs eyes again. Evan nodded. He made his decision.
The drive towards the nearest hospital was silent, but when the truck pulled to a stop Evanâs hand reached for the door and he jumped out as fast as he could.
He had waited long enough. He needed his answers now.
Before the rest of his team got out of the truck, Evan had already gone through the glass doors. Evan came to a stop at the nurse station, using his hands as a brake by pressing it against the desk.
âHi, Iâm looking for (Y/n) Buckleyâ he panted as he focussed on the nurse who was scrolling through the documents of people who had gotten in.
âEvan?â her familiar voice sounds through his ears. His eyes went wide as he heard that voice he had hoped to hear through the phone the first time he called her. He pushed himself off the desk he was leaning on and followed her voice.
â(Y/n)?â he softly said as he looked around him. When his eyes connected with hers, his heart skipped a beat. She was alive. Just like he said.
âEvanâ she sighed as she finally saw her husband's face. Evan basically sprinted towards (Y/n) as he heard her broken voice say his name. Her knees were trembling, and were on the edge of giving in. âHey! Hey! Iâm here!â Evan panted as he curled his arms around his wife and she collapsed into his arms.
She was sobbing as soon as she felt his arms curled around her body and she tightened her grip around his body, like he was the only thing to keep her from drowning. He was the hand she had to hold onto. âIâm hereâ Evan let out a breath he didnât know he was holding this entire time.
He let his hand cup the back of her head and he pressed his lips against her hair.
He slowly pulled back, but his arms remained around her body. He wasnât letting her go. The hand he had pressed against the back of her head, wandered to her cheek as he wiped away her tears.
âW-what are you doing here? Are you hurt?â he stumbled as he quickly checked her on any wounds. She shook her head as she placed both of her hands down onto his chest. âNo, Iâm okayâ she gasped through her tears.
When Evanâs eyes fell onto her hands, which were now placed on his chest, he noticed her hands which were still covered in dried blood.
He placed his hands over hers as he softly grabbed her hand and started inspecting it. âIt isnât mineâ she sighed as she tried to reconnect her eyes with Evanâs, who was focussed on making sure his wife wasnât hurt.
âThen whose blood is that?â Evanâs voice asked, concerned when his eyes remained on her hands. âT-the woman who had been shot..â she said as she tried to catch her breath. Evanâs eyes furrowed âI helped her..â in the middle of her sentence, she stopped talking. âI kept her alive, even with a gun pointed at my headâ she continued.
She could hear the gunshots going off in the back of her mind, the explanation she had just given her husband brought her right back to that place. So much has happened in those few minutes, she barely had time to process everything that happened in such a short time.
Tears were streaming down her face as she was reminded of the incident. âHe wanted to shoot me in the headâ
âOh baby..â a loud sigh left his lips as he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. âYou did so goodâ he mumbled against her forehead as he pressed another kiss onto it and pulled his wife back into an embrace.
âI was so scared Evan, I really thought this is it.. that everything I did, was for the last timeâ (Y/n) sobbed as she locked her arms around his body once again and her head pressed against his broad chest. âBut you fought like hell, like I knew you would. You fought for that woman, for the students, yourself and me. You fought your way back to me.â Evan said as he pulled away a little, so her head wouldnât be touching his chest anymore and he could place both his hands onto her cheeks.
âYouâre so much stronger than you think you are.â
______
A gasp fell off (Y/n)âs lips as a gunshot roared through the back of her mind. Her eyes were suddenly wide open and her entire body was drenched in sweat. She let her hands fall against her face as she sighed. It was just another dream, a nightmare to be more specific.
It had been weeks since the shooting on the Great Oak Elementary School, but what happened that day, was still haunting her until today.
Falling asleep was a problem at first, the first nights after the incident, she was all wrapped around Evan. Trying to get her to sleep like she was a baby that couldnât find the right spot to sleep on.
Evan worked twenty four hour shifts, he couldnât just go home in the middle of shift, in the middle of the night to help his wife to fall asleep at night. So sometimes, (Y/n) wouldnât sleep at all at night, she would just wait until he came home and the second Evan was home she would doze off.
But now, itâs the constant nightmares she had. Every dream she had wasnât the same, itâs not like she had the same nightmare over and over again on loop. No, she was having different kinds of scenarioâs everytime she closed her eyes.
She let her hands fall down onto the mattress as she glanced at Evan who was peacefully asleep on his side of the bed. (Y/n) threw off the blanket and swung her feet over the side of the bed and grasped the first hoodie she saw lying down on the floor. The hoodie was a little oversized and fell over her bum.
(Y/n) stepped down the stairs of the loft and flicked on the kettle to make some tea. Maybe that would help her calm down. With her back towards the living room, she pressed her elbows down onto the flat surface of the kitchen counter.
She was tired, but couldnât sleep. Not if she was having these nightmares, everytime she closed her eyes. (Y/n) let her head rest between her hands as she closes her eyes for a second, just to try and let the stress exit her body while the water was boiling.
Evan groaned as he turned around in bed and let his arm find the body of his wife. When his arm connected with the jumpy mattress, he pushed his head off the pillow as a confused frown was spread across his face. He wasn't expecting his arm to find the mattress, he was waiting for his arm to connect with (Y/n)âs body.
He lets his arm swipe along the mattress again to make sure she wasnât somewhere else on the mattress. Evan turns his body and reaches out to turn on the night lamp on his nightstand. He squeezed his eyes as he tried to adjust his eyes to the bright light on his nightstand and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
Evan swung his legs over the side of the bed as he stood up to make his way downstairs, determined to find his wife. When he silently stepped down the stairs, he smiled at the way she was standing. A Los Angeles Fire Department hoodie to keep her comfortable, her eyes closed as she was leaning on her hands. While the kettle was releasing steam as it was finished boiling.
A groan left her lips as she felt a hand curled around her hip and his chin was leaning on her shoulder. Her hand reached behind her as she tried to find Evanâs arm. âCanât sleep?â his sleepy voice asked, with his eyes still closed as he was still trying to wake up.
âYeahâ she whispered as she nodded at his question, and she placed her other hand down on his cheek as he was still leaning with his chin onto her shoulder.
âStill having those nightmares huh?â He asked her as he pressed a kiss on the palm of her hand that was resting on his face.
âYeah, whatâs new..â she sighed, she had the feeling those nightmares werenât going away anytime soon anyways. She grabbed a cup from the upper cabinet, placed it onto the counter and started to pour water from the kettle into it.
When the cup was full enough, she placed the kettle back. âEvan?â Her soft voice sounded raspy.
âHmm?â Evan hummed as he slightly opened his eyes to check on his wife. His arm was still wrapped around her, curved around her hip. She swallowed loudly.
âI donât know how much longer I can do this..â she whispered as she placed both of her hands flat against the counter as she stared right in front of her.
Evanâs hand started to come loose from her hip, as he let his lower back fall against the kitchen island, which was placed on the other side of the kitchen counter (Y/n) was making her tea on.
He folded his arms over each other as he leaned against the kitchen cabinets. âYou mean the nightmares, right?â Evan needed a confirmation that he knew she was talking about.
She felt Evan leaving her side. But she couldnât look at him without breaking down. So she remained standing with her back towards Evan. âNo.. I meant, being a teacher.â She said as she started to make circles with her finger onto the kitchen counter.
âWhat? What do you mean? You love being a teacherâ Evan said as he tried to make eye contact again. But she wouldnât turn around.
She shook her head as she sighed, trying to keep her tears from falling down. âThat was before this all happened. You know how exhausting it is to be wary of every single thing around you?â she sniffled as she turned her face towards the ceiling, trying everything in her power to not show her tears, or show her fear.
With her sleeves falling over her hands, she wiped the small tears away that had started rolling down her cheeks. âEvery time before I even enter the school my throat goes dry, I start sweating and I canât stop myself from shakingâ she tried to say through her tears and sobs.
She turned her body, and let herself slide against the kitchen doors, dropping to the ground as she cried even harder. âIâm sick and tired of flinching at every sudden sound I hear. I canât sleep, because any time when I close my eyes, even if itâs just for one silly second, Iâm there again. With a gun against my head.â she confessed.
(Y/n) let the back of her head lean against the kitchen cabinet as she felt Evan coming closer, while she looked at the ceiling again. Trying to get rid of the tears that showed her biggest fears and weaknesses. âI canât do this anymore Evanâ she sobbed as she pressed her palms against her face. All she wanted to do was hide.
It feels like sheâs drowning, drowning into her own fear and tears. The fear is over taking her like waves of the ocean, if no one would reach out that hand to help her.. she might drown.
âNo.. youâre scared. And I get your reaction, but we donât always make the best decisions when weâre operating out of fearâ Evan spoke up as he curled his arm around her knee.
A sigh leaves Evanâs mouth as he tries to think of the right thing to say. âI know how hard it is to get over something so traumatizing, that you donât know what youâre doing it for no moreâ he said as he tightened his arm around her knee. âBut what happened could have happened anywhere. At the grocery store, in our own home, hell even at the fire stationâ Evan continued as he tried to get her attention, but she was too emotional to make eye contact.
She could hear every word he said, every breath he took, every moment of silence he needed, to think of what he was going to say next.
âSo I need you to stop saying that you canât do this. Because I know you can. Youâre one of the strongest women I know. And Iâm so proud to call you my wife. But right now, I need you to grab my hand and trust me when I say that weâll figure this out.â tears were starting to well in Evanâs eyes as he quickly wiped his finger underneath his eyes to get rid of the tears he felt, as they were about to roll over his cheeks.
Evan loosened his grip around her knee as he reached out his hand, with his palm faced towards the ceiling. âWe do this together, just like we did all the times I got hurt and didnât know what to doâ Evan said as he lowered his head, trying to get her eyes connected with him again.
Silence took over the space they were in.
Evanâs hand was still dangling between her knees as he waited for her attention and answer. âTogether?â he asked one more time.
A soft smile made its way onto her face, as she nodded. âTogether.â she said determined and placed her hand onto his as Evan sent her a small smile her way.
She had helped him countless times, now it was his turn to help her.
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đ˛ŕŁŞ Ö´ÖśÖ¸ ď¸Ö´ÖśÖ¸ UNDER THE GLOVES đ¤. â lee heeseung.
(ŕš>âĄ<ŕš) ŕ§ŕ lee heeseung + fem! reader co-workers to lovers office romance reader is part of the finance department brief appearances of the other members đ warning fighting, blood, violence, tooth-rotting fluff, confession, one kiss scene, someone save riki . . !? & 3930 â m.list
note. i like office romance and why not write something for the CFO aka lee heeseung haha... @riekiss
You let out a long and exhausted sigh, rubbing your temples as you looked away from the blinding screen of your computer. Hours had passed and you were still trying to figure out the solution for the problem you had encountered since eight in the morning. One glance at the time on the bottom right of the screen tells you it was close to five, which means you had wasted nearly the entire day wrecking your brain over a problem. You were tempted to slam your head against the desk, hoping the pain could make your brain cells come back to life.Â
I need a break.Â
Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and left your desk, heading to the pantry area to make a cup of much-needed coffee for yourself. You halted in your tracks when you realize someone was there before you. It was none other than the Chief Financial Officer of your company; Lee Heeseung. You remembered meeting him for the first time, back when you were still a newbie half a year ago. You remembered how you were practically trembling when your name was called and how you were instructed to see him in his office.Â
Heeseung was not an intimidating person. You have seen how he interacts with his friends; Jay and Sunghoon. Both men were from different departments but they always had their lunch together and sometimes went drinking with other people who you do not recognize. However, a part of you finds him hard to talk to and if preferred, you would rather avoid him at all costs. You were not sure why you were acting this way. Perhaps it was due to your shyness or perhaps, it could be something more.Â
âOh, hi (Name), did you come here to catch a breather too?â Heeseungâs voice snapped you out of your trance. You blinked and saw your fellow co-worker leaning against the counter with a cup of freshly-brewed coffee held in his left hand.Â
âUh,â you opened and closed your mouth before regaining your composure, âyeah, Iâve been staring at the same sheet since morning and Iâm nowhere done,â you sighed, entering the pantry to make a cup of coffee.Â
The man gave you a sympathetic look as he took a sip from the paper cup. âThat sounds rough, but I donât mind helping you out. That is, if you donât mind, of course.âÂ
You blinked, âA-Are you sure? I wouldnât want to waste your time-âÂ
He dismissively waved off your response with his hand, âNah, donât worry about it. Besides, I donât think helping a colleague out can be considered as wasting someoneâs time. The sooner we get this done and over with, the sooner we can go home.âÂ
You knew he had a fair point with that and you ended up agreeing. The both of you returned to your desk and you watched as Heeseung sat on your chair, pulling himself forward to get a clearer look at the screen. You, on the other hand, stood behind him on his left, leaning against the wall that separates you from the other people seated around you. Since you were hidden from his view, this grants you the rare opportunity to stare at him.
It was with no doubt that Heeseung is attractive and you had seen how many women tried to woo him, be it during or after working hours. He is a gentleman who knows how to treat women right and not to mention, he is kind-hearted, friendly and the list goes on. Your eyes slowly trailed down his cheek outline and that was when you noticed it.Â
A faint, tiny cut etched across his cheek, barely noticeable unless you looked closely. It was not the first time you had spotted something like this. A couple of weeks ago, it had been a bruise on his forearm, the yellowing edges suggesting it was healing. Before that, a small cut on his knuckles he brushed off as "nothing important." Each time, Heeseung had given you a vague response, quickly changing the subject or flashing his easygoing smile to disarm your curiosity. But this time, the suspicion gnawed at you a little harder.
Your gaze lingered on the faded mark, your mind racing with possibilities. Where did he keep getting these injuries? And why did he always seem so intent on hiding the truth behind them? As he straightened up and glanced at you with that ever-casual grin, you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the computer screen. But the question had already planted itself firmly in your mind: What was Lee Heeseung hiding?
â...and thatâs it. You just need to save it and youâre done for the day.âÂ
Heeseungâs voice snapped you back to reality. Blinking, you realized he had finished explaining and was looking at you expectantly. You felt embarrassed at how you were not listening to a single word he had said and you awkwardly cleared your throat. He sighed and light-heartedly rolled his eyes.Â
âYou werenât listening, were you?â He questioned.Â
âUh, well,â you opened and closed your mouth, resembling a fish. The other chuckled and you regained your composure, feeling your ears heating up, âSorry, I was lost in my own thoughts.âÂ
âItâs fine, Iâm sure you must be tired. You can leave early if you want,â he proposed and you were about to protest but you were silenced when he raised his hand, stopping you as if he knew what you wanted to say.Â
âAnd before you say anything, I insist. Iâm your superior and the last thing I want is to find out one of my colleagues is forced to work overtime on a Friday. You should go home and rest,â his eyes softened, concern seeping into his voice.Â
You ended up obeying him and you left the office, heading to the carpark where your car was parked. Once you got in and closed the door behind you, you let out an exhausted sigh as you leaned back into the seat, closing your eyes for a brief moment before reopening them. You started the engine, hearing the vehicle purring to life before driving home.
~Â
The second time you bumped into Heeseung was when you were trying to fix the printer. All you wanted was to print a few documents that you needed to compile together for the meeting today but just to your luck, the papers were stuck halfway. You sighed, kicking the printer in hopes of getting it to work despite knowing your attempt was futile.Â
â(Name), why are you kicking the printer?âÂ
Jumping, you swirled around to see your superior looking at you, amused. You sheepishly scratched the back of your neck. âThe papers I printed are stuck and I think the printerâs spoiled,â you replied, moving to the side when he drew closer.Â
Heeseung hums, eyes focused on the machine. âIs that so? Let me take a look to see if I can help you with that.âÂ
âBut-â You zipped your lips when he shot you a look and you allowed him to do as he pleased.Â
He crouched near the printer, rolling his sleeves up as he fiddled with its inner mechanics, trying to resolve the problem. The soft glow of the overhead lights casts a gentle shadow across his face. As he shifts slightly, something catches your eyeâa faint purplish mark peeking out along his jawline, just below his cheekbone.
Your brows furrow, the sight stirring a mix of curiosity and concern. It was not the first time you have noticed marks like this, and the coincidence feels too uncanny to ignore. This time however, you were determined to get answers. You cross your arms and step closer, tilting your head as you speak.Â
âHeeseung,â you say, your tone carrying a hint of softness but also unmistakable firmness, âwhat happened to your jaw?â
Heeseung pauses, his fingers freezing mid-adjustment as if caught off guard. Slowly, he straightens up, brushing his hands off on his pants. His gaze flickers to you for a brief moment before darting away, his usual confidence replaced with a quiet hesitance.
âOh, this?â He reaches up to touch the mark casually, almost as if just noticing it himself. A small, sheepish chuckle escaped his lips. âItâs nothing, really. I probably bumped into somethingâclumsy as always.â
But the way he avoids meeting your eyes, the slight delay in his response, feels off. You narrow your gaze, stepping a bit closer, determined not to let the matter drop so easily.Â
âYou bumped into something? Again?â you press, folding your arms tighter. âHeeseung, youâve had a lot of these âaccidentsâ lately. Whatâs really going on?â
For a moment, he opens his mouth to respond, but then he hesitates, letting out a soft sigh. He scratches the back of his neck, his usual easy going demeanor faltering. âLook, itâs nothing serious, okay?â he finally says, his voice quieter now, almost defensive. âJust... drop it, alright?â
You frowned, getting annoyed with how he kept dodging your questioning but he had already left without saying another word. You remained where you were, watching his retreating figure until he was out of your sight. Sighing, you approached the printer and you noticed the documents you needed had been fully ejected from the printer. You grumbled a string of curses under your breath as you snatched them away, storming back to your seat and slammed it down on your desk.Â
Bam!Â
The sudden sound startled the people around you. Some gave you annoyed looks while some were curious, wondering what had happened to ruin your mood. Riki, who sat on your left, leaned back so his head was popping out.Â
âYou good?â He asked, raising an eyebrow.Â
You looked at him and sighed, âNo, Iâm this close to losing my mind.âÂ
Your friend only flashed you a sympathetic look before returning to his task at hand. You took a sip of your now cold coffee, rearranged the documents and got back to work.Â
Fine, if thatâs how you want to play then two people can play that game. Iâll make sure I find out what youâre hiding, if thatâs the last thing I do, Lee Heeseung.Â
~
The rest of the week passed in a blink of an eye and it was finally Friday, much to your relief. It is a weekly routine for you to eat and drink with your small group of friends; Sunoo, Jungwon and Riki. The four of you graduated from the same college and to say you were surprised to see familiar faces in your company would be an understatement. You had finished packing, waiting for Riki who was ready to send his final email for the day before logging off.Â
âSo, where are we going tonight?â You asked, leaning back in your chair as you idly swayed side to side, legs outstretched before you.Â
âOh right, I forgot to tell you but thereâs been a change of plans,â Riki answered, shutting down his laptop as he closes it before shoving it into his work bag. You stared at him, bemused and he continued, âJungwon has invited us somewhere and weâre going there now.âÂ
You owlishly blinked your eyes. âLike right now?âÂ
âYes right now,â Riki nodded, rising to his full height and dragged you out of your office. One moment you found yourself seated in his car and the very next moment, you found yourself standing before a pair of closed metal doors.Â
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline as you and Riki stepped cautiously into the dimly lit building. The door creaked shut behind you, its sound swallowed by the cacophony of voices and the rhythmic thud of gloves hitting flesh. Inside, the room was a stark contrast to the desolate streets outside.
It was aliveâcrowded with people of all kinds, from spectators yelling over the noise to fighters warming up in corners. Dim fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow over the chaotic scene. At the heart of it all was the boxing ring, its ropes frayed and canvas stained with years of battles fought and won.
As you tried to take it all in, your gaze wandered to the center of the ring. A match was already underway, the sound of rapid punches echoing through the room. It was not until the fighter ducked to avoid a hit, his sweat-dampened hair catching the light, that your breath caught in your throat.
It couldnât be.
But it was.
Lee Heeseungâyour superior, the same person who always seemed composed and meticulous at workâwas in the middle of an intensive match. His usual buttoned-up demeanor was gone, replaced by a raw, almost primal intensity. His movements were sharp and calculated, each strike delivered with precision. Yet, even as he landed a clean hit on his opponent, his jawline bore faint bruises you now understood all too well.
âWhat the hell is he doing here?â you murmured, more to yourself than to Riki.Â
You could not tear your eyes away from him, observing his movement as he delivers a final blow to his opponent, effectively knocking him out. The crowd went wild, cheering and yelling at the top of their lungs when Heeseung was announced as the winner. You saw how his eyes scanned the crowd and your heart stopped when they landed on you. He was stunned, not expecting to see you here and you looked away.Â
The noise and heat of the boxing gym became too much, clawing at your chest like a vice. You turned abruptly, heart pounding, and pushed your way through the crowd. The voices around you blurred into a muffled roar as you stumbled out into the open, the cool night air hitting you like a slap to the face.
You kept walking, your steps uneven and aimless. The distant hum of streetlights and the faint echo of your own breathing filled the void left by the gymâs chaos. You didnât know where you were going; you just needed to get awayâto put as much distance as possible between yourself and the suffocating scene youâd just witnessed. But then, a sudden tug at your wrist stopped you in your tracks. Your body jerked backward slightly, and instinctively, you turned, your heart leaping to your throat.
It was Heeseung.
He stood there, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, his face partially shadowed by the dim streetlights. Sweat clung to his skin, and his knuckles were faintly redâeither from the match or the cold, you were not sure. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes searching yours with an intensity that made you freeze.
âWhy are you running?â he asked, his voice low and steady, but there was a crack in itâsomething vulnerable, almost desperate.
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. The raw image of him in that ringâfighting with a kind of ferocity you didnât think he was capable ofâflashed in your mind, and a knot of emotion tightened in your chest.
âIââ You looked away, shaking your head as you tried to find the words. âI couldnât... I just needed to get out of there. I didnât know youââ You stopped, your voice trembling. âWhy didnât you tell me, Heeseung?â
His grip on your wrist loosened slightly, though he did not let go. âBecause itâs not something I wanted you to know,â he admitted, his tone quiet but firm. âThis... this part of meâitâs messy. Complicated.â
âComplicated?â you repeated, your voice rising in disbelief. âYouâre risking your health, your safety, and for what? To keep it a secret?â
Heeseungâs jaw tightened, the flicker of defensiveness crossing his face. âItâs not about keeping it a secret,â he said sharply, then paused, exhaling slowly. âItâs... itâs how I deal with things. Itâs something I need.â
You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. The Heeseung you thought you knewâthe calm, collected superiorâfelt like a stranger in that moment. And yet, there was something raw, something achingly human in his vulnerability that you couldnât ignore.
âBut why didnât you let me in?â you asked softly, your voice breaking. âYou didnât have to go through this alone.â
His gaze softened, and for a moment, he looked as though he might say somethingâsomething real. But instead, he let out a soft, bitter laugh and looked away. âBecause I didnât want you to see this side of me,â he murmured, almost to himself. Then his eyes met yours again, and there was something in themâguilt, maybe regret. âI didnât want you to think less of me.â
Your frustration bubbled over, and you yanked your wrist free from his grasp, stepping back to put some space between you. The cold air stung your cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the sting of his words.Â
âThink less of you?â you repeated, incredulous. âAre you serious right now, Heeseung? Youâre out here throwing punches like your life depends on it, shutting people out, and you think thatâs what would make me think less of you?âÂ
Heeseung flinched slightly at your tone, but you did not care. The words poured out before you could stop them, each one fueled by the flood of emotions you had been holding back.Â
âYouâre supposed to be this confident, composed guy who always has it together, but youâre human! Youâre allowed to have flaws, to struggle, to need help! God, do you think I care if youâre messy or complicated?âÂ
â(Name)-âÂ
âI care about you, okay? I care about you so much that seeing you in that ringâseeing you like thatâhurt more than I can even explain! And the fact that you didnât trust me enough to let me in, to tell me what you were going through, makes me feel like Iâm nothing more than just some... some coworker to you!â
You froze the moment the words left your mouth, realizing too late what youâd just said. The confession hung in the air, raw and unfiltered, as the world seemed to go silent around you. Heeseungâs eyes widened slightly, the shock evident on his face. His lips parted as if to say something, but no words came. For a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the streetlights and the distant buzz of the gym behind you.
âIââ you started, suddenly panicking, the weight of your vulnerability crashing down on you. âI didnât meanââ
âWait,â Heeseung cut you off, his voice soft but urgent as he stepped closer. His expression had shifted, the vulnerability youâd seen before now mixed with something elseâsomething you couldnât quite place.
âYou... care about me?â he asked, his tone careful, as if testing the words.
Your heart raced, and you felt the heat creeping up your neck. You wanted to deny it, to brush it off, but the look in his eyes stopped you. It was a look that made you feel exposed but also strangely safe, like he was seeing all of youâthe good, the bad, and everything in betweenâand wasnât pulling away.
âYes,â you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. âI do.â
Heeseung lets out a shaky breath, running a hand through his damp hair as a small smile tugged at his lips. âI donât know how to say this right,â he began, his voice softer now, filled with hesitation. âBut youâre... so much more to me than I think you realize. Iâve been scaredâscared of what youâd think if you saw this side of me. Scared youâd look at me differently.â
Your chest tightened, but this time, it was not with frustration or hurt. It was something warmer, something that melted away the tension from before.
âI donât care about that, Heeseung,â you said softly, your voice steady now. âI care about you. All of you. Messy, complicated, whatever. None of that changes how I feel.â
Heeseung blinked, his expression a mix of awe and relief, as if hearing those words for the first time lifted some invisible weight off his shoulders. His lips quirked into a small, genuine smile, one that reached his tired eyes.
âWhy are you always so... amazing?â he muttered, almost to himself, as his hand hesitated in the space between you. Slowly, he raised it, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch so gentle it made your heart flutter.
You let out a small laugh, feeling the tension dissolve into something light and tender. âAmazing? Says the guy who just beat someone to a pulp in a boxing ring.â
Heeseung chuckled, the sound soft and warm. âYeah, well, that guy didnât make me feel like my heart was going to explode every time I looked at him.â
Your cheeks burned at his words, and you playfully shoved his shoulder. âYouâre such a dork, Lee Heeseung.â
âAnd youâre stuck with me now,â he teased, his grin widening, though his voice carried a hint of sincerity. The banter melted into silence as the both of you stood under the streetlights, the night air no longer feeling so cold. Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Heeseung took another step closer, closing the gap between you.
âCan I...â He hesitated, his gaze flickering to your lips before meeting your eyes again. âCan I kiss you?â
Your heart skipped a beat, but you didnât hesitate. âYou better.â
A soft laugh escaped him before he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was equal parts gentle and fervent, like heâd been holding back for far too long. The world around you disappeared entirely, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the rapid beat of your heart. When you finally pulled away, Heeseung rested his forehead against yours, his smile so soft and tender it made your knees weak.
âIâm really glad you care about me,â he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.
You grinned, your fingers lightly tracing the edge of his jawline. âI always will.â
~Â
The first person to find out about your relationship was Riki. The poor guy had gone to the pantry after coming to work at nine in the morning, only to drop his tumbler when he saw you and Heeseung making out in a public space. The horrified screech he let out made the both of you pulled away from one another, startled by his sudden appearance. You tried to pat down your hair but it was futile as Riki had unfortunately witnessed the whole scene.Â
âWait, Riki-â You called out.Â
âOh, Jungwon owns me lunch now,â he cackles like a maniac, bending down to pick up his tumbler. He was about to walk away when he turned to you. âOh and congrats on your relationship but for Godâs Sake, please do that nasty shit somewhere else.â
âRIKI!â You yelled, face turning as red as a tomato as he ran away while laughing. You sighed, turning to your superior who is also now your boyfriend, only to find him poorly hiding his laughter.Â
âI didnât know this is funny to you,â you deadpanned.Â
âSorry,â Heeseung coughs, running a hand through his unkempt hair. âWell, now that the catâs out of the bag, how about we grab dinner tonight?â âAre you asking me out on a date?â You cocked your head to the side, grinning.Â
âAnd what if it is?â He copies your action, resting one hand on your waist.Â
âThen I accept but youâre paying, of course,â you replied, leaning in to press a kiss on the corner of his lips.Â
âAnything for you.â
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