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pairings: gryffindor!rowoon x gryffindor!female reader

wc: 7.6k

genre: hogwarts!au, enemies to lovers!au, angst, fluff, comedy.

warnings: none.

summary → “you thought you were supposed to hate kim seokwoo forever, that was until the pink potion got to you.”

taglist: @junjungsunwoo  @inseongsfoxybae @lovelyjungwoo98 @ariesserpent @jeonghannieangel @hanniihae410 @keoyaa97 @ksofthours

a/n: happy birthday to our best boy, rowoon💗 i worked so hard on this fic please appreciate my hard work by giving me feedback and reblogs so it reaches bigger audience. this is my way to celebrate our giant bear birthday, i hope you enjoy the fic, this is unedited, so please excuse me and tell me if there are any mistakes. thank you. 💖

The girl walked inside the Potions’ classroom, her eyes met black ones and gave a curt nod to Professor Snape who just looked ahead of him. She rolled her eyes and went to stand next to her friend, Nayeon. The Ravenclaw girl looked up and smiled when she saw her best friend arrive but frowned when she saw the scowl on her face.

“Hey, what happened? Why are you frowning like that?” Nayeon asked making you roll your eyes and glare at your professor who was too busy scolding some students.

“Have I told you how much I hate Snape?” you asked whispering and she chuckled nodding her head.

“Every day, where’s Chungha by the way?”

“She fell ill yesterday, she decided to stay out late during the Hogsmeade trip with Jennie, Chungha thought it was funny if she decided to dance in the rain, clearly it was miserable fail and she got sick. I tried to warn her but since when does she listen?” you explained shaking your head and Nayeon laughed softly.

You heard some squeals of the other girls from your class made you stop, you looked to see what it was all about and groaned internally when you saw the tall frame of the boy you hated so much, Kim Seokwoo. His face held a tiny smirk as he looked ahead of him and stood next to Juho and Sanghyuk at the table next to yours, when he caught your eye he glared causing you to glare even harder at him.

“The definition of if looks could kill.” Nayeon mumbled watching the two of you. She saw Snape coming towards your way and she nudged you with her elbow breaking the glaring contest between you and Seokwoo.

“I hope Sanghyuk blows his face up.” you hissed and Nayeon looked ahead of her used to you being like this when Seokwoo is around.

The class started as Snape told you to make some potions, and he was going to give points to the house that will make the potion right and succeed. He started the clock as it begins to count down. You were glad you were partnered up with Nayeon because she was a genius at Potions.

“What the hell are you doing, Seokwoo?”

You heard Sanghyuk curse the boy next to you, clearly, he was messing up and you smirked imagining how you were going to kick his ass and get the points by yourself. You copied what Nayeon was doing and some tricks you learnt over the year.

The clock ticked and Snape passed around the class to see who made the potions right. He stopped in front of you and looked at your potion and Nayeon’s potion, he gave no reaction skipping you and went to the table next to yours. You were fuming with rage as he held Seokwoo’s potion inspecting it and hummed in satisfaction saying.

“Looks like Mr. Kim managed to make the best potion. Three points to Gryffindor.��

Seokwoo smiled proudly looking at Sanghyuk as if he was saying ‘I told you so’. He caught your eye as he smiled in satisfaction at the fuming look in your eyes, he managed to win another competition between the two of you yet again.

No one knows the reason why you two hated each other’s guts, since day one you’d hated each other, no one knows if it was rivalry or hatred towards one another although both of you were Head Boy and Head Girl. It started when both of you got sorted into Gryffindor, everybody thought since you’re from the same house you wouldn’t fight, how wrong they were. You started fighting even more, your hatred growing with you as you grow, both trying to prove to the other that they’re better. It was 7th year, and you showed no sign of letting go of your rivalry.

“I hate him so much.” you said when you saw Seokwoo laughing and joking around with his friends at the Gryffindor’s table when you were having lunch. Chungha looked at you letting go of the chicken she was holding.

“Why do you hate him so much?” she asked genuinely, she never understood your hatred towards the tall Gryffindor, it seemed as if you two were born to hate each other for no reason.

You answered her question not taking your eyes off of him. “He’s rude, childish, cocky. I don’t even understand why girls look his way.”

“Maybe you should stop looking at him.” Chungha smirked taking a bite from her chicken.

Your eyes widened and before you could turn around, Seokwoo already caught you looking at him. He huffed when he saw you. “Take a picture Y/L/N, it will last longer.” he said and you smirked answering.

“I would but flash photography scares animals.”

Sanghyuk laughed loudly and Seokwoo glared at you, you just smiled teasingly taking a sip of your pumpkin juice. Seokwoo raised his wand as he made you spill juice all over your clothes. You gasped standing up trying to wipe your robes.

“What the hell, Seokwoo?!” you yelled glaring at him but he just ignored you and continued eating.

You huffed standing up and went to the doors of the Great Hall with Chungha by your side. You stopped walking and looked up and saw the pumpkins decorating the Great Hall for Halloween. You smirked and looked at Chungha who was shaking her head, you ignored her and turned to see if anyone is around, but you saw everyone was already busy. You raised your wand towards the chosen pumpkin and said.

“Melofors.”

You watched as the pumpkin fell on Seokwoo’s head causing him to yelp in pain and fall to the ground from the impact, you watched as Sanghyuk helped him up. Smiling in satisfaction, you left the Great Hall happy by the mischief you caused.

In the Quidditch field, red and gold capes of the Gryffindor Quidditch team flew around trying to stop the attacks coming from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Juho, the captain and the Keeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team cursed loudly when he was late to stop the Quaffle from entering the hoop.

“Why the hell haven’t Y/N caught the snitch yet? We are losing!” Seokwoo yelled cursing when a Bludger was about to hit him and he hit it with his bat towards the other team.

“They’re throwing the Bludgers at us like crazy!” Chungha yelled throwing the Quaffle into the hop only to be blocked by the Keeper.

“Seokwoo hyung watch out!” Chanhee, another Gryffindor Beater yelled as Seokwoo turned around and saw the Bludger heading his way and managed to dodge it.

You were suffering to say the least, Taeyang, the Hufflepuff seeker kept pushing you trying to get to the Golden Snitch first, not just that you had another Beater trying to knock you off your broom.

“Bloody hell.” Seokwoo muttered as he saw Chanhee falling off his broom because he was hit by the Bludger. He caught the sight of you and yelled loudly, “Y/L/N do something useful and catch the Snitch!” he yelled angrily.

You heard him loud and clear and dashed towards the Golden Snitch, you were unaware of the Bludger heading towards you as it hit you in the side causing you to yell in pain and knocked you off your broom. You fell from the sky and landed with a loud thud, Taeyang using this to his advantage and managed to catch the Golden Snitch.

Madam Hooch whistled declaring the match was over, you close your eyes feeling defeated, you heard footsteps running towards you and you saw the yellow orbs of Madam Hooch looking at you in concern.

“Y/L/N? Are you okay?” she asked and you managed to sit up despite the pain in your side and nodded. You were lucky you weren’t that high when you fell from the sky, but your side hurt.

“Let’s get you to Madam Pomfrey to make sure you’re okay.” she said and helped you up but you stopped her.

“Please check on Chanhee, he fell from a high place,” you said and Chungha flew down helping you stand up, Madam Hooch went to make sure every player was okay.

“You okay?” Chungha asked softly as she helped you stand on your feet. You took a deep breath looking at the ground.

“Yeah,” you said huffing glaring at the floor, “We are already the last place and now it’s all worse because I didn’t catch the Snitch.” you said feeling yourself becoming more angrier.

“Don’t get angry, you’re injured.” she said and you winced in pain when you took a step.

“The audacity Kim Seokwoo had, he was able to yell at me but not preventing the Bludger from hitting me. I could kill him.” you hissed and your best friend rubbed your arm up and down and said.

“Stop this now, let’s go make sure you’re okay first, then kill him later if you want.”

***

Seokwoo entered the Gryffindor Common Room and saw you sitting on the loveseat with Chungha and Chanhee who had his arm in a cast, Juho standing next to the fireplace thinking of god knows what, and Sanghyuk sitting on the floor with a defeated look on his face. He was seeing red and seeing you glaring at him like this made him even more furious.

“This is all your fault!” Seokwoo started and Sanghyuk rolled his eyes knowing that there was a fight about to break out again between the two of you.

You looked up at the Head Boy glaring at him angrily standing up, the height difference was intimidating but that wasn’t going to make you back down easily.

“Wow, some nerves you have,” you started looking at him in the eyes with a cold look, “First, you didn’t do your job as a Beater to protect us from the Bludgers, second you accuse me of being the reason why we lost when you saw how I was hit by the Bludger when I was close to catching it and yet you didn’t anything about it. You really are an asshole.” you yelled.

Seokwoo was quick to defend himself, “Really?! You keep on accusing me every time we lose a match saying it was all because of me because I wasn’t able to protect you! When the truth is you don’t want to admit you’re just the worst Seeker to ever exist!” he yelled back and you gasped glaring at him ready to hex his ass.

“Who are you calling a bad Seeker?! Did you forget that I’m the reason why win every match?! Because I keep on practising even when you all leave?! If anything you’re the worst Quidditch player! And the worst Head Boy too!” you yelled.

“You’re just a brat and cannot accept the truth! You’re also a bad Head Girl!” he yelled.

Before you could say anything again a loud voice roared through the Common Room causing everyone to shut up.

“Enough!”

Juho turned around glaring at the two of you, you turned around and saw how angry he was and got scared, sure Juho was nice and all but Quidditch was his life and he hated whenever he lost.

“Can’t the two of you just shut up and let go of your ego for one freaking second?” Juho said his eyes darting between you and Seokwoo. “You both are the reason why we lost.”

You looked at him ready to argue but the look on his face made it impossible for you to even look in his eyes without getting scared.

“Seokwoo, you didn’t do your job as Beater, the Bludgers just kept on coming at us nonstop, and you didn’t help Y/N when the Bludger was heading her way.” Juho said and Seokwoo looked at the ground glaring.

“Y/N, you didn’t do your job as a Seeker, you had many chances to win and end the game but you wasted all of them, and you cannot throw your failure at Seokwoo. You didn’t train well either, and you were spacing out when I tried to tell you this you dismissed me.” Juho said looking at you with a disapproving look.

You looked anywhere but him, it’s not like he was lying, you know you barged about being the best Seeker because your father is a Quidditch player and he trained you too, he is a Seeker, the best Seeker in the world according to the Wizarding World. You thought you already had the talent and didn’t need to practise hard, but now you know you were wrong.

As for Seokwoo, he didn’t dare to argue, he just stared at the floor glaring at his feet. He knows what he did wrong, he is always busy trying to prove that he is better than you that he didn’t realise that he was already losing himself to the point where he didn’t think about anything but beating you.

Reality hit you like a truck, you looked up at the same moment Seokwoo did, you stared at each other for the first time not glaring, but it looked like you were having a conversation through your eyes. You didn’t realise that you both were too caught up in your rivalry that you didn’t notice you were bringing your house and your housemates down. You both weren’t really a good fit for being the Head Boy and the Head Girl, you didn’t deserve these titles, you messed up and it came to the conclusion that you were dragging your house down, you were already in the last place. The reputation of the House of Gryffindor is being ruined by both you and Seokwoo, you should be held accountable for this.

Juho took a breath trying to calm himself down, he didn’t want this to get ugly but he has to, as the Captain of the Quidditch Team he had to do it.

“If you two, don’t think about the team before yourselves, and didn’t stop being irrational and irresponsible, I will have to do nothing but kick the both of you out of the team, I don’t care you are the Head Boy and Head Girl, and that’s my final decision.”

With that being said, Juho left to go to his dorm.

The Common Room was dead silent, no one dared to move an inch, they were speechless by Juho’s words but they were glad he did that because for the first time Kim Seokwoo and Y/N Y/L/N, were in the same room and without fighting.

The following week was strange, there were no fights between you and Seokwoo, you didn’t even dare to look at each other, even during practice. You just practised alone and left without talking to anyone, even Chungha, your best friend.

Your days consisted of waking up going to classes, then in the lunch break, you stay alone far away then after classes are done your stay in the library studying when it’s bedtime you go to the dorm you share with Chungha and three other girls and sleep. When you have Quidditch practice, you stay away from everybody practising on your own pushing yourself past your limits.

Seokwoo was the same, he tried to avoid you as much as he can, he even stayed away from you in classes, for example, Potions. Your places were too close, he ditched Sanghyuk and Juho and went and partnered up with some of his Ravenclaw friends. And during Quidditch practice, not one Bludger got close to the team. He was determined to earn back the trust of his house.

Everyone wasn’t used to this behaviour and thought it was so strange and felt kind of scared, but they were glad you weren’t fighting anymore. Especially during times when you both were present in the same room, you never spoke a word, just listened intently giving your comments individually without speaking directly to the other. It was better this way. You both just worked hard to get back Gryffindor on the competition by earning points for the house and practising hard for the next Quidditch match with Slytherin.

***

It was time for the match against Slytherin, you stood next to Juho as he began revising the plan for you. You were determined to prove that you deserved the title of being a good Seeker, and you already had your mind made up that you weren’t going to miss any chances.

The same goes for Seokwoo, he was focusing on every word Juho was saying, he didn’t want Slytherin to win, they wouldn’t let it go, they would boast about it any chance they got. He refused to be a joke for the Slytherin’s.

Everyone took their position on their brooms, you locked eyes with Chungha and she nodded assuring you, you smiled back and waited for Madam Hooch to release the Quaffle. She released the Bludgers and the Golden Snitch first, your eyes followed the Snitch as it flew around you promising to catch it. The Quaffle got realised and Madam Hooch whistled declaring the game started.

Juho caught the Quaffle throwing it to Chungha who caught zooming towards the Slytherin hop, and with all her might she threw it scoring 10 points for Gryffindor.

Chungha managed to score another 10 points, and Sanghyuk scored 10 points making Gryffindor ahead by 30 points. The Slytherin’s were getting nervous about how the match was going, they knew their match with the Hufflepuff’s was a disaster, they assumed they were going to win this match too, but it seemed like Gryffindor finally woke up.

Seokwoo saw a Beater following Sanghyuk, his grip on his bat tightened as he hit the Bludger with all his might towards the Slytherin Beater causing him to fall to the ground. That was a little brutal he had to admit, but if Sanghyuk goes down it was going to be over.

You heard a whizzing sound and you turned your head quickly seeing the Golden Snitch flying in front of you, your eyes widened as you flew towards it but it was fast, your movement causing the Slytherin Seeker to come after you.

“Started without me, Y/L/N?”

You turned your head and saw Lim Sejun, the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and the Seeker smirking at you. Ever since fifth year, he has had an obsession with annoying you, thus causing you to dislike him strongly.

You ignored his words zooming towards the Golden Snitch, Sejun flew next to you and kept pushing you with his shoulder almost making you fall down. You hissed flying around the audience trying to catch the Golden Snitch and end the game. You heard a loud thud and turned to see Sejun on the ground groaning, you looked up and saw Chanhee raising his hands up in defence.

“Chungha noona told me to do it!”

You laughed, happy that the Snitch was all yours to catch. A Slytherin Beater saw his Captain falling to the ground and he growled, he saw the Bludger coming towards him, he hit it hard with his bat causing it to fly towards you.

You reached your hand out to catch the Golden Snitch, you were so close but from the corner of your eye, you saw the Bludger heading your way. You gasped but before you could dodge, Seokwoo appeared in front of you, hitting the Bludger with his bat causing it to hit the Slytherin Beaters who threw it at you.

You turned around quickly reaching your hand out flying towards the Golden Snitch, finally managing to catch it. You cheered happily as you flew to the ground holding it up. Madam Hooch whistled declaring loudly.

“Gryffindor wins!”

***

“Good job, Y/N! You were shining!” Nayeon said happily giving you a hug, you laughed hugging her back.

“Thanks, Nayeon, I’m glad we won.” you said taking a big sip from your butterbeer.

Juho thought it was a good idea to celebrate today’s victory, especially that Slytherin walked out with zero points, that was a big win for Gryffindor. Everyone invited their friends from the other houses to come and celebrate the win in the Gryffindor common room.

You sat on the loveseat and watched as Chungha played a Muggle song and danced to it with the other people. You smiled shaking your head and went to refill your cup.

“Good job, Y/L/N.”

A deep voice said from next to you, you turned around and was met by the tall boy that saved you from the Bludger in today’s match, Seokwoo.

“Thanks, you did an amazing job too.” you said and he gave you a small smile shaking his head.

“Not really, you’re the star tonight. You’re the true champion you caught the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor is now second place in the House Cup Competition.” Seokwoo said and you smiled happy with the news.

“I wouldn’t be the champion today if it weren’t for you, you saved me when the Bludger was heading my way.” you smiled at him gratefully.

“Thank you.” he said and took a sip from his cup, he looked at you apologetically. “Listen, I’m sorry, all these years we have been fighting over the smallest things, but it didn’t matter as much back then. Now, the two of us are the Heads of this house and we were bringing our house down, that was very selfish. I’m sorry.” he apologised, you could see he was sincere with his apology, you smiled shaking your head.

“Don’t apologise, I am too was selfish and immature, I’m always the one that starts these stupid fights, I had too much pride to admit that I was wrong and foolish. Gryffindor comes first, I’m so sorry for being a pain in your neck all these years, Seokwoo.” you said looking at him in the eyes to show him that you meant every word you said.

Seokwoo smiled at how much you matured, it took you both a week to realise that you two were always fighting for nothing.

“Now I see why Dumbledore chose you to be the Head Girl of Gryffindor. No offence, but at first I thought he was joking, I hated you back then because I thought you were arrogant and wasn’t fit to be Head Girl.” he admitted and you smiled shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it, because trust me I thought of the same thing when I learnt that he chose you to be a Head Boy.” you said laughing softly.

“Whoa, we hated each other guts so much, didn’t we?” he said and you nodded. “I’m glad Juho knocked some sense into us.” Seokwoo said smiling at you.

“Me too, I still cannot believe I’m talking with you right now without a fight breaking out.” you said and he chuckled nodding his head agreeing with you.

“Let’s not fight again,” Seokwoo said, “We don’t want Gryffindor to be a joke, this is our last year at Hogwarts, let’s spend the rest of it peacefully.” he said holding his hand out for you to shake.

You smiled shaking his hand agreeing to his words, “Absolutely, I like the sound of that a lot.”

And you stuck to your words, a whole month passed peacefully. You didn’t fight anymore, you actually helped each other a lot with the house, you could sit in the same room and have a long discussion about what’s best for Gryffindor without fighting. He was smart and you were impressed by that, you never gave him the chance to see how he thinks, he amazed you in the presentation McGonagall held and every Head Boy and Girl of each house was there, he managed to impress all of you.

Seokwoo also saw a new side of you he has never seen, sure you still weren’t the best of friends, but he could sense that you don’t hate him anymore. You and him studied sometimes in the library and you helped him with the subjects he had difficulties with, he was charmed by your intelligence, you were the brightest witch of their year. You were truly the winning card of the house, you earned Gryffindor points at every chance you got in classes, not only in classes but in Quidditch too.

Not only this, but Seokwoo saw a gentle side of you whenever you went to Hagrid’s hut to help him with the animals there. You were kind to everyone, every time someone picked on the first-year students, you would stand up for them against the bullies. Seokwoo didn’t understand how could his hatred blind him this much, you were an amazing person, and beautiful both inside and out.

“Hey, Seokwoo,” he turned around and saw you looking at him with a small smile, “Don’t forget today, you and I are handing in the ideas of the students to Professor McGonagall.” you said and he nodded smiling, a signal that he still remembers.

You left with Chungha to the dorms while Seokwoo kept watching you as you disappeared from his sight with a fond smile of his face he wasn’t aware of, but it didn’t go unnoticed by his mischievous friend, Sanghyuk.

“You have a crush on Y/L/N?”

Seokwoo turned around almost giving his head a whiplash from how fast he looked at his friend. He shook his head furiously to prove his point, but his blushed cheeks betrayed him.

“What the hell are you talking about? I don’t like Y/N!” Seokwoo said looking everywhere but Sanghyuk.

Sanghyuk smirked and said, “That’s a shame, I heard from Chungha that Y/N got drunk one day and admitted that she has feelings for you.”

Seokwoo smiled widely happy with the news he just heard, proving his friend’s theory blindly. “Really?! Did she tell you this? Y/N has feelings for me?”

“So you do have feelings for her.” Sanghyuk smirked causing the taller boy to lose his smile realising he fell into his friend’s trap.

Seokwoo kept opening and closing his mouth trying to say anything but he couldn’t, he just sighed defeated with an annoyed look taking over his handsome features and said.

“No I don’t, now leave it.”

You sat in the DADA class with professor Rakepick, it was a class you shared with the Slytherin’s. You were annoyed to say the least, especially when Lim Sejun was sitting behind you. He kept on whispering rubbish next to your ear to distract you, and you fought the argue to turn around and smack him.

Seokwoo watched how Sejun kept annoying you, noting how hard you were gripping your desk to restrain yourself from turning around and hexing him. He hated Sejun, he hated how he gets on his nerves with the smallest action.

Finally class was over and you left quickly before Sejun could open his mouth and earn you detention. But that couldn’t possibly happen because being the annoying person he is, he grabbed your arm yanking you back towards him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you screeched yanking your arm back glaring at him, but he just smirked.

“Calm down Y/L/N, I just wanted to ask you something,” he chuckled enjoying your suffering, “I want to take you out on a date, how does that sound?”

You chuckled humourlessly not surprised with his offer at all, “No.”

You were about to walk away again but he stopped in front of you, determined on his offer, you huffed feeling irritated and you could sense were losing patience.

Seokwoo watched from behind how insistent Sejun were to take you out on a date, although you said no, he still couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy he felt just because Sejun asked you out. So, he marched up to him.

“Run off, Lim, Y/N already said no, stop being an annoying git.” Seokwoo said as he stood next to you.

Sejun turned his head towards the taller boy, he was surprised to say the least, seeing the two of you together was a rare sight to him, he heard of how your rivalry had died down, he didn’t believe it at first, but now seeing him standing up for you, he knew it was true.

“So the rumours are true, you two have finally made up, ugh, I’m so happy for you!” Sejun said sarcasm dripping from his tone causing you to roll your eyes, but Seokwoo didn’t bat an eyelash.

“Thank you, no please if you excuse us, we already have plans. Let’s go, Y/N.” Seokwoo said taking your hand in his.

You felt your heart race at the sensation you felt for the very first time, you felt something like a spark run through your body from the feeling of Seokwoo’s hand on yours, you could tell he felt it too because he gripped your hand tighter as if to test the feeling. You were about to walk but Sejun said something that made you stop.

“Are you dating now? So it was a sexual tension all along?”

Seokwoo tensed when he heard these words visibly reacting to Sejun who smirked knowing he managed to get under his skin. You could feel something bad about to happen, you know how Seokwoo doesn’t usually give a reaction to anyone who bothers him but looks like Sejun succeeded in doing so. He turned around to look at Sejun glaring at him.

“Woo, he isn’t worth it, let’s just go, please.” you begged trying to stop him from walking to Sejun who was still holding a smirk on his lips.

Your pleadings fell deaf on Seokwoo’s ears as he walked up to him, he stood glaring at him and Sejun didn’t move, Seokwoo gave him a cold smile before throwing a punch at Sejun’s jaw.

You gasped as a fight between the two broke out, you didn’t know what to do, you were afraid that a teacher might come and give Seokwoo detention, maybe taking away the points you scored for Gryffindor. Thankfully, Juho who stayed behind to speak with Professor Rakepick came running when he saw his friend on the ground beating the living hell out of Sejun.

Seokwoo was seeing red, Sejun managed to land a few punches on his nose and his cheekbones. Seokwoo was gripped from behind by Juho, he watched Sejun’s friends pull from under him and scurried away before they get detention.

“What in Merlin’s beard were you thinking?! Did you want to be given detention this bad?!” Juho exclaimed looking at his best friend in disbelief.

“I couldn’t help it, he just angered me greatly.” Seokwoo muttered his nostrils flaring in anger.

“You know how he is, you shouldn’t have let him get under your skin.” you said softly and he looked at you his anger slowly dying down. “You know how he is, you gave him the reaction he desperately wanted.” you explained and he took a deep breath trying to compose his posture.

He knew you were right, he shouldn’t have let him get into his head, but he couldn’t help it, he shook his head trying to distract himself and said.

“Come on, let’s go before any teacher sees us and get ourselves in detention.”

***

You sat in your dorm narrating what happened between Seokwoo and Sejun to Chungha who listened closely to you, you kept on talking until she cut you off loudly saying.

“He has a crush on you!”

You looked at her weirdly laughing nervously, “What are you talking about? That’s not true!” you said feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

Chungha smirked crawling to your bed putting her hands over both of your shoulders, “Y/N, sweetheart,” she started and you groaned, “Seokwoo likes you, aside from the fact that you’re blind and can’t see this, see what he did to Sejun because he disrespected you! He defended you.” she exclaimed and you rolled your eyes.

“Uhm, just because he defended me doesn’t mean he likes me, that’s nonsense!” you said opening your book to read causing Chungha to scoff.

“You’re blind.”

The door knocked and Chungha opened it to see who was it, you heard her talking to someone before the door closes again and she returned with a box of chocolate in her hands and she had a smug smile on her face.

“An anonymous sent this to you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as she placed the chocolate in front of you, you saw a card attached to it and read it aloud.

“I hope you like the chocolates.”

“You can’t tell me this isn’t Seokwoo. That’s totally him, he is so cliché and it sounds like him.” Chungha said causing you to give her a pointed look that shut her up immediately.

You opened the box taking one of the chocolates in your mouth, it tasted heavenly, Chungha was about to take one but you slapped her hand and she winced.

“Those are mine.” you said taking the box hugging it close to you and she looked at you shocked.

“I’m your friend!” she exclaimed and you smirked taking another chocolate throwing it in your mouth.

“Still not gonna share with you.”

***

The next day, Seokwoo walked into the Great Hall with a smile, he has finally gathered the courage and was going to ask you on a date, Christmas Break was almost coming and he wanted you to be his girlfriend by that time. Juho and Sanghyuk encouraged him into taking that step, they knew he would never do it by himself and needed a little push.

He caught the sight of you, you had your back facing him, you were talking to someone but he couldn’t see their face clearly. He picked up his pace walking over to you, that’s when he saw the person you were talking to was none other than Lim Sejun. His blood was boiling, he was about to tell him off but you turned around with a love-struck smile on your face.

“Seokwoo! Nice for you to finally join us!” you said enthusiastically your smile was wide that it creeped him out.

Seokwoo turned around and saw Chungha looking at you with a look of disbelief on her face. He locked eyes with Sejun who was smiling calmly at him.

“Hey, Y/N,” Seokwoo smiled despite everything, “You want to go to the library with me?” he asked.

“Sure! But only if Sejun comes too,” you said hugging Sejun’s arm who laughed.

Seokwoo blinked not believing what you were doing, what the hell was wrong with you? Yesterday you hated him and now suddenly you were friends?

“What the hell Y/N?” he said through gritted teeth and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What is it? Can he not come too?” you asked pouting which made Seokwoo’s blood boil even more.

“Y/N, yesterday he was disrespecting you! For god’s sake I fought him because of this!” Seokwoo exclaimed and you stood up coming to Sejun’s defence.

“He apologised and I forgave him! He said he was doing this because he liked me and didn’t know how to express his feelings, we are together now!” you exclaimed and Seokwoo stared at you in disbelief.

His heart broke when he heard those words leaving your mouth, he couldn’t believe his eyes and ears, you were with Sejun? When you were supposed to be with him? Sejun bullied you throughout the years and you forgave him easily? You hated Sejun, how is this even possible?

He looked at Sejun glaring who stood up next to you, “What games are you playing, Lim? What did you do?” Seokwoo demanded and Sejun just sighed.

“I’m not playing any games, I love her,” Sejun said and Seokwoo shook his head refusing to fall for his lies he was about to say something but you cut him off by saying.

“I love you too, Sejun.”

Seokwoo turned to look at you heartbroken, no, he couldn’t let you see him weak, he regained his composure and glared at you his face hard like how it used to be when the two of you hated each other and mumbled before walking away.

“I trusted you.”

The rest of the week was hectic, you were stuck like glue to Sejun, refusing to leave his side, you didn’t talk to anyone at all, you even stopped talking to Chungha and Nayeon, your eyes were set only on Sejun, your mind only consisted of him, he consumed you. You couldn’t believe he was all yours and had the same feelings towards you.

As for Seokwoo, he stopped talking to you, Juho and Sanghyuk didn’t know what happened and why you were with Sejun, but he couldn’t answer, because he didn’t know what happened to you. His broken heart was trying to mend itself but it was hard, every time he saw you with Sejun it broke him even more. He was miserable and drowned himself in the Quidditch Practice, Studying, and his Head Boy duties.

Chungha sat by the Black Lake doing her homework for Potions, she heard your giggle and she looked up seeing you and Sejun joking around. She made a disgusted face turning to look at the book in front of her.

“Why do you look like a wounded puppy?”

She heard a voice, she looked up and saw her Slytherin friend, Jennie, looking at her concerned and sat down on the grass next to her.

“That dumbass.” Chungha muttered glaring at you, Jennie turned to her side and saw you with Sejun.

“The potion hadn’t worn off?” Jennie asked and Chungha turned around looking at her friend puzzled.

“What potion?” Chungha asked, Jennie looked at Chungha with a judging look, not believing how stupid she were for not seeing this.

“Are you seriously this stupid? This is the effect of Amortentia! Sejun was talking about giving Y/N this since last week but I didn’t think he was serious, well until I saw her today.” Jennie explained and Chungha looked at her wide-eyed.

It was true, this was all the effects of Amortentia, how could she not see this? How could she not think of it? Ever since you at the chocolates ـــ the chocolates.

“The chocolates she ate! They had Amortentia!” Chungha said as she stood up running away not caring that she left all her things behind with Jennie.

She ran all the way to the Great Hall, she entered it and her eyes scanned the Gryffindor table where she saw Seokwoo sitting with Juho as they talked about something. She skipped to them almost tripping over her robes.

“Seokwoo!” she yelled and Seokwoo jumped in his seat alarmed by her loud voice. He looked at her startled putting his hand over his heart.

“Oh my God Chungha! What the hell is wrong with you?! You scared me!” he hissed.

“No time for this, you have to come with me now! There’s something you need to know!” she said and he furrowed his eyebrows looking at her puzzled.

“What is this?” Juho asked confused as ever.

“It’s Y/N,” she said and Seokwoo looked at her his eyes wide expecting to hear the worst news of his life. “Last week, she received a box of chocolates from anonymous, I thought it was from you, but turns out it was from Sejun.” she explained and Juho caught onto what was happening.

“The chocolates had Amortentia.” he said and Seokwoo looked at him finally understanding what was wrong with you.

“That explains all of her strange behaviour, that’s why she’s so obsessed with Sejun, I didn’t know he would step that low. I’m going to murder him.” Seokwoo hissed but was stopped by Chungha who shook her head.

“There’s no time for this, we have to tell McGonagall about this, Y/N must take the antidote.” Chungha said and Seokwoo sighed.

“How do we even get her away from Sejun?” he asked and Chungha smirked already having a plan in her head.

“Leave it up to me.”

You followed Chungha blindly whining about how much you missed Sejun, she almost turned around and punched you in the throat for how annoying you were, but she maintained herself remembering that it wasn’t you but it was the love potion. She stopped in front of the door of McGonagall’s office knocking on the door before hearing her professor give her permission to enter.

When McGonagall saw you with Chungha she looked at Seokwoo who was standing next to her anxiously. She emptied the antidote in a goblet and stood up, holding the goblet in her hands, she stopped in front of you.

“Why are we here? Where’s Sejun?” you asked confused and Seokwoo rolled his eyes crossing his arms over his chest his eyes shining with jealousy.

“He’ll be here any moment now, here drink this you must be thirsty.” McGonagall said handing you the goblet.

You looked at it weirdly before taking it from her hand gulping it down your throat. You felt weird, the world was spinning and you felt lightheaded, you almost fell but Chungha caught you in time. She knew the effect of the Amortentia was wearing off.

You gained your composure once again standing up steadily, you looked around in confusion not remembering why you were at McGonagall’s office. You saw Seokwoo standing there looking at you concerned and you felt nervous thinking of the worst scenarios.

“May I ask why am I here? What happened?” you asked and McGonagall gave a small smile.

“You were under a love potion, we gave you the antidote, how do you feel, Y/L/N?” she asked and you looked at her shocked. Did someone give you a love potion?

“I feel alright, but, who gave me the love potion? And how did I take it?” you asked and Chungha wrapped her arms around your shoulder.

“The chocolates you received had Amortentia.” she answered and you whipped your head towards Seokwoo looking at him angrily.

“You gave me those chocolates?!”

“No of course I didn’t! They were from Lim Sejun.” Seokwoo spoke defending himself.

“I’m gonna kill him.” you hissed but McGonagall stopped you looking at you pointedly.

“Now that would be useless, the Headmaster heard of what happened, and he demanded that 100 points taken from Slytherin on the behalf of Sejun, aside from that, he earned himself detention for the rest of the year.” McGonagall explained and you looked at her shocked but happy with the news.

“That means Gryffindor is in 1st place now?” you asked and she smiled nodding.

You let out a joyous laugh hugging Chungha, Seokwoo grinned happily, McGonagall dismissed you and you left with Chungha and Seokwoo to go the Great Hall together. Chungha told you all of the embarrassing things you did and said whilst being under the love potion causing you to almost throw up disgusted by your acts.

“Please stop, this is embarrassing!” you said in agony and Chungha laughed. Seokwoo looked at Chungha who understood his look and excused herself leaving you two alone.

You didn’t know what to do or say to him, he must be annoyed and you feel like you ruined your friendship all of this thanks to Sejun. You looked at Seokwoo who was looking everywhere but you and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he looked at you confused.

“Why are you apologising?”

“Because I have a feeling that I ruined our friendship, and honestly, I don’t want us to be enemies again.” you said and he smiled softly shaking his head.

“No, you didn’t ruin anything, don’t worry.” he assured and you smiled relieved.

You two stayed quiet for a few moments before Seokwoo looked at you finally letting all his feelings out.

“You know? I was going to ask you on a date that day.” he confessed and you looked at him, not believing your ears. He was blushing slightly but continued. “I wanted to ask you out for so long but I was scared of the rejection, but it’s not my fault that you’re just amazing and it’s hard not to like you. Everything about you is just perfect.” he said looking into your eyes.

You smiled when you heard his words, now you were sure that Chungha wasn’t imagining things when she told you that Seokwoo likes you. You caught feelings for him too, but you were scared because you didn’t want to be the talk of Hogwarts and have people assume that your rivalry was just sexual tension. Maybe it was, but either way, you would never admit it.

“Seokwoo, I don’t know what to say, you’re an amazing person, your love, kindness and selflessness drowned me into you, I tried to push these feelings away because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I like you, Kim Seokwoo.” you confessed looking into his eyes.

He smiled looking breathless, he brought you closer to him leaning down to kiss your lips. It was a soft, passionate kiss, it held all of your emotions, you could feel him smiling against your lips. You didn’t want to pull away, but you also needed to breathe.

“I like you too, Y/N. You don’t understand how delighted I am to hear you say this.” he said smiling pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I will take you to Hogsmeade tomorrow, how does this sound?” he asked and you pecked his lips smiling.

“Perfect.”

[pelideswhore]

ares appreciation post

it’s father’s day in germany so today’s post is dedicated to proving all ares haters wrong. also this is a continuation of sorts to this post about demeter:

before i start—TW: emotional abuse, toxic parenting, rap3

reasons people dislike ares :/

Mars is Ares' parallel ... = I kinda really hate that this has to be said, but Ares ≠ Mars. The Romans and Greeks had two very different cultures. They even kind of hated each other, considering the fact that the Romans drew their heritage from Aeneas, a Trojan. Yes, the Roman gods are very similar to the Greek, but they are not the same. This is very relevant for Ares, because the Romans are famed for their brutality and bloodlust, and see their war god in a way that matches this. Since Greek culture is different and generally less brutal it is unfair to Ares to give him Mars' attributes. Also, generally, Romans made their gods less 'humane' in a sense, and Ares' humanity is one of his defining qualities, as you will come to see.

History is written by the those who can write = Most of Greek history as we know it comes from Athens and its writers, who were incredibly biased. Not only was their patron goddess Athena, Ares' rival, they were enemies of the Spartans. Spartans were amazing warriors and admired Ares, so obviously the Athenians would not. They antagonized him in many ways.

Daddy issues ... = Ares is amongst the only sons Zeus had with his actual wife so Zeus hated him, because Zeus' logic is flawed like that... That's not the whole truth however, there’s more. Though Zeus is undeniably fond of attention, he sees Ares as clingy and annoying and too much like Hera. It was important to gain Zeus' favour, him being the Father God, so no one wanted to upset him by praising the wrong god and hence sometimes refrained from genuinely praising Ares.

The divine race is a race of cowards? ... = This image of Ares as a coward is extremely unfitting, him being the god of war, but it's very popular. The following quote is of Ares admitting his cowardice to Zeus in Book 5 of the Iliad:

Vanquish'd I fled: e'en I, the god of fight, From mortal madness scarce was saved by flight.

Here's the thing though. Technically, he didn't flee the battle, he was injured and left. That is literally normal. Menelaus did it, Aeneas did it too. It's like demanding an injured football player carries own playing with a broken leg, but worse. Okay, but he was complaining, you might be saying (*gasp* how dare he?!). I mean ... Let him? He got shot with an arrow and went to his father to complain. As you do when you get hurt – at least when you have a healthy relationship with said father. Ares might not have that relationship, but he does have a one-sided love to him, hence a little hope that the relationship could get better. Expecting Ares to stay quiet about the pain he feels is literally toxic masculinity—Ares was worshipped as the god of masculinity and that never meant to the Greeks that you’re not allowed to show emotion or do 'feminine' things ... Ares was a dancer! (x) This is a definition of toxic masculinity from the Cambridge Dictionary:

ideas about the way men should behave that are seen as harmful, for example the idea that men should not cry or admit weakness

On top of that, I firmly believe that Ares might've been emotionally manipulated by Zeus and/or others to believe he is a coward. If you've read the Homeric Hymn to Ares you know he was described as anything but:

"doughty in heart"

"giver of dauntless youth"

"drive away bitter cowardice from my head"

"give you me boldness"

@wh0reforhekate and I talked about this a little in the comments of one of my posts, here are some screenshots:

if you want to check out the rest of the conversation it’s on the comments of this post:

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind ... = To be honest, it doesn't surprise me that modern media antagonizes Ares, like it usually does Hades as well, because the things they represent are feared or hated. The problem is that Ares is not war. He is the god of war. It is okay to hate war and admire/respect Ares. What I feel many creators nowadays don't realize is that they're literally talking about a religion and making a villain of an amazing god. What comes to mind is Wonder Woman ... In my research for this post, I found a question on Quora that was asking why everybody hates Ares. Some answers were good, but one made me want to punch my screen, especially because this was a comment left under it:

People don’t realize that, even if they’re not famous, a lot of people believe random stuff they read. Wiki Fandom even goes so far to put Ares in the 'villains' category ...

reasons to love ares :)

Rap3 = Throughout all of the years and all of the myths told of him, Ares never raped anyone, whether woman or man. I know it sounds like congratulating someone for something normal, but this actually makes him stand out in the backdrop of the rest of the (male) Greek pantheon. Speaking of rap3 ...

Alcippe = The myth is as follows: Alcippe, Ares' daughter, was being rap3d by Poseidon's son. Ares saw this happening and he killed him with no hesitation. Poseidon tried to have him punished for it, but Ares was found innocent. Studies prove that most people wouldn’t speak up when they witness sexual harassment, not even nowadays. This is called the bystander effect.

Breaking the chain = As you can tell from the myth above, Ares is a fantastic parent. This shows his devotion to his children that much more because the way Zeus and Hera parented him was undeniably toxic. It is suggested that 30% of children who suffered child abuse will become abusive parents since they have no better role model, so what Ares did is called ‘breaking the chain’. Some of his flaws like aggression or violence are common in child abuse survivors.

Attack of the Giants = Ares was not only a great father, but an amazing brother and son. When Olympus was getting attacked by two giants who wanted to rap3 Hera and Artemis (Ares' mother and half-sister), Ares was the first to fight them, but they captured him and put him in a jar, where he literally came close to dying (because he didn't have ambrosia). When Hermes finally saved him, his efforts went unrecognized.

Achilles' equal = Finally, I will resort to pressuring you into liking Ares. If you like Achilles or at least admit he is a flawed character, but not necessarily evil, then you have to admit the same about Ares, because they are practically the same. This parallel is reflected in the Iliad in following quotes. The first is Agamemnon addressing Achilles, the second Zeus addressing Ares.

"Of all the kings (the god's distinguished care) To power superior none such hatred bear;"

"Of all the gods who tread the spangled skies, Thou most unjust most odious in our eyes!"

It’s a clear parallel and on top of that, many of their traits are very similar too, like their uncontrollable temper.

thank you for reading this rant lol

[idontlikeem]

Sick/Injured Fic + I Didn't Mean to Turn You On

you can find the fic tropes mashup game here!

REALLY great combo, oh man! I had this idea right away—be warned, nonsense ahead!

sidney i promise i love your vocal fry

Zhenya’s never paid much attention to how Sidney talks.

He’s familiar with Sidney’s laughs—the slightly-stilted media chuckle he uses when he’s trying to buy time to think through an uncomfortable question, the gentle camera-friendly laugh when something genuinely amuses him but he’s very aware of the public within earshot, and of course the ridiculous high-pitched honking giggle that comes out when he really, really thinks something’s funny and can’t modulate his response.

Zhenya covets that last laugh, goes out of his way to elicit it, makes a fool of himself far more frequently than he’s willing to cop to in order to hear it, to watch the way it squinches Sidney’s whole face up, making his eyes disappear into half-moons above his cheeks, which get so, so pink.

So, yeah. Sidney’s laughs—Zhenya can categorize them all. But his voice? He’s never thought much about it. Sidney’s soft-spoken, and his singing is terrible, and Zhenya can easily drown him out in the room simply by virtue of having a lower voice.

Zhenya tends to not pay attention to the interviews they do. He doesn’t watch the stupid Christmas specials they make, he doesn’t stick around for postgames unless he’s actively participating, and he generally does his own thing during team media days if he can manage it. So, whenever Tanger teases Sidney with who are you trying to be when you talk to reporters, Kim Kardashian? you’ve already got the ass—, Zhenya’s ignored it—he doesn’t know what Sidney’s getting up to in his interviews, but it certainly isn’t any of his business.

(Tanger might be onto something, though. About the ass, at least.)

Finally, though, for the first time ever, they get roped into a joint interview during the league media day, and it’s clear when they get on the plane that Sidney has a cold.

He’s taken a decongestant so at least he’s not sniffling and sneezing all over, but his eyes are red-rimmed, and he’s sucking down cough drops like they’re pieces of candy.

Jen outright laughs at him on the plane. “Well, that’ll make at least that part of your interview easier, won’t it?” she asks as she holds up her phone and snaps a few pictures of them sprawled out in their seats.

Zhenya frowns. “What she mean?” he demands. In his experience, being sick only makes an interview worse, unless they’ve given him the good drugs beforehand.

Sid looks miserable. “Ugh,” he mutters, clearing his throat. “I kind of...I do this voice thing, sometimes. I don’t mean to,” he shoots Jen a glare, but she raises an unimpressed eyebrow and goes back to ignoring them, “but I guess sometimes I talk...lower, you know. Lower than usual.”

His voice sounds a little harsh, sure, but Zhenya probably wouldn’t have noticed unless he was listening for it.

He shrugs. “Okay, is fine. You do all questions, since special voice easier for you today.”

Sidney frowns heavily at him. Zhenya serenely ignores it in favor of demanding the picture from Jen to post to his Instagram. They look good, and Sid’s smiling—not quite one of his best smiles, but close. The internet will like it.

As the day wears on, though, Zhenya...figures it out.

When Sidney’s being interviewed, he can’t mainline cough drops, and his voice gets rougher and rougher as the day goes on. By the time they sit down with Friedman, he’s downright husky, and Zhenya—has a problem.

He’s distracted all through the questions, brushing past being asked about his desires to leave the Penguins (as if) and smiling vaguely down at the video Sportsnet took of him the previous year at his house. He’s babbling a little bit, he knows it, but if he doesn’t fill the silence—

Well, if he isn’t talking, Sidney is, and Tanger’s jokes about Kim Kardashian are suddenly, horribly explained.

It’s not right, Zhenya thinks miserably, listening to Sidney earnestly spill out the same meaningless platitudes about winning as a team he’s no doubt used a dozen times today already and trying not to shift too obviously. It’s not right that he feels so shitty and sounds like...like…

Christ in heaven, Sidney sounds sexy, and there is something seriously, seriously wrong for Zhenya to be thinking so when Sidney is so clearly miserable.

The interview ends, eventually, and Jen picks them up and chats at them the entire drive back to the hotel. Zhenya’s not required to contribute, thank god; he’s so past being able to hold polite conversation in public, it’s not even funny.

Naturally, this means Sidney follows Zhenya back to his room, recapping the day and whining about his sore throat. He stands too close when Zhenya fumbles the keycard into his room’s lock, like always. He smells like menthol from the cough drops, and his shirt is wrinkled and one side of his collar is flipped weirdly, and really, how hadn’t Zhenya realized how desperately, hopelessly attracted he is to Sidney before today?

Zhenya beelines for the minibar as soon as he’s got his shoes off inside his room, hoping that a few tiny bottles of mediocre vodka will at least kill off the semi he’s been sporting since halfway through the interview, if not distract him from the problem entirely.

It would help if Sidney would stop. Talking.

Instead, though, he flops back on Zhenya’s bed—he’s in my bed, Zhenya thinks hysterically, throwing one of the shitty flavored rums Sidney pretends he doesn’t like over before Sidney can ask—and keeps it up, talking about the other players they saw and what did Zhenya think of doing a co-interview, and did he really mean it when he said he’d seriously considered leaving, because—

“Sid,” Zhenya finally interrupts desperately, turning to look over his shoulder at the bed. Sidney’s voice is getting raspier by the second—he’s starting to sound like a girlfriend Zhenya used to have who was a heavy smoker, especially after she had been… He wrenches himself away from that train of thought. “Sid, please, stop talk, please.”

Sidney snaps his mouth shut and stares at him, eyes big and sad.

Zhenya winces and downs a bottle of—god, is that Svedka, disgusting—before jumping to try and smooth this over. “Not— Don’t mean, like, not want to talk, just…” He trails off and turns around, facing Sidney and scrambling to come up with something that doesn’t make him sound like an asshole, or insane.

Too late, though, he remembers his situation, and before he can sit down or do something to cover himself, Sidney’s gaze has already settled at Zhenya’s waist.

“Geno,” Sidney rasps out. “Geno, are you…?”

“Is your voice, I’m sorry!” Zhenya wails, sitting heavily in the desk chair and dropping his head in his hands. “I’m not mean! Is just, you sound…” He shrugs and trails off. There’s no point in trying to explain—he doesn’t have the words in English for it, and frankly, he’d rather Sidney not put together how much of a perv he is.

Sidney’s quiet for a minute, and when Zhenya dares to peek at him from between his fingers, he’s chewing on his lip, color high in his cheeks.

“I sound like I’ve been giving head, don’t I?” Sidney says abruptly, the corner of his mouth curling a little, and Zhenya’s whole body jolts. “I sound like I’ve had a cock down my throat, and now you’re thinking about that, and it’s making you—” He gestures vaguely at where Zhenya’s dick has now definitively gone from semi to fully hard.

“Please, Sid, I’m not—” Zhenya starts desperately. This is going off the rails, fast, and he doesn’t know what to do to fix it.

“I think you are,” Sidney says softly, and oh, now he’s doing it on purpose, Zhenya just knows it, and all he can do is stare when Sidney gets up and crosses the room, before dropping to his knees between Zhenya’s legs, holy shit.

“Sid, you—” Zhenya chokes when Sidney runs his hands up the inside of Zhenya’s thighs. His hands are hot through the thin suit fabric.

“Wanna hear what I really sound like, after?” Sid says, a gleam in his eye.

[sarahjtv]

BNHA 296 Spoiler Thoughts

Ok, wow.  I was just sitting down enjoying my Sunday when the next chapter suddenly decides to drop onto our laps and bring us all to tears.  I did not expect it, but I welcome it with somber feels.  Of course, since this is the aftermath chapter, I have a lot thoughts.  Here we go:

•The chapter starts off with narration from Deku on what happened after the big battle.  This tells us that he’s still alive (presumedly) thank god.  There’s a panel later that shows him on a stretcher (I think) or a bed, but he’s unconscious.  Regardless, I don’t see Deku’s limbs going back to normal after all this unless something comes in to fix them.  Eri’s not an option here because she used all her energy on Mirio recently, so don’t go thinking that’ll work unless there’s a time-skip.

•So far, Pixie Bob, Wash, Present Mic, and Thirteen are still alive and fighting.  Thirteen, however, seems to have lost an arm when she was in the lab... We do see some of her face, so that’s a reveal if anything.  

•Deku says that their were at least 10 Near High-End Nomu in that battlefield.  3 of them were disposed and 7 escaped.  We did see one get captured by Best Jeanist in the last chapter so maybe they can get some intel from it.

•Mr. Compress is alive!  I’m honestly glad that he’s alive because I could’ve sworn he was going to die.  That reveal we had about him being the descendent of the Perilous Thief was just too big for him to be killed off right away.  I’m hoping we can learn more about him and the Thief later.

•Back at the resort: ReDestro, Getten, Trumpet, and more than 16,900 PLF soldiers were caught.  Edgeshot is still alive too, but he looks tired and his arm is messed up.  I do not see that Old Samurai hero from the top 10 around, so my best bet is that he’s alive.  I hope...

•Now, we REALLY get a look at all the death and destruction that this war has caused.  Adults, kids, and families are either injured or dead.  Everyone is traumatized.  Thankfully Froppy and Uraraka (I can’t spell her first name right to save me...) are working on rescuing (Uraraka in particular is good for this thanks to her Zero Gravity).  A lot of other heroes like Koda and Manga are helping out too, but the screams of people in pain and horror do not leave the pages and it’s honestly haunting to read.

•And poor Uraraka.  As she’s saving people, you can see her hair get messier and messier.  There’s one really well-drawn, but sad, panel of her with spots of blood on her and her hair isn’t “floaty” like it normally is.  It’s droopy and straight down like she’s been caught in rain or something.  I’m not used to her being like this.  This war is going to make her rethink things, I think.  

•There’s one hero, who in the mist of all this, says that this whole thing was a mistake.  He’s thinking about finding a new job.  I highly doubt he’s the only on thinking this.  War affects people badly.  They want to fight for the greater good, but the cost is their own mentality, physicality, and even their lives.  Sometimes other people’s lives.  So, in a world of heroes where things like this happen on a devastating scale, you have to wonder “Is being a hero really worth it?”  I’m sure more heroes, maybe even students, will be thinking about this in the future.  I won’t be surprised if some quit entirely.   

•And now the hero death toll.  Oh my god...  The first thing I saw when I saw the leaks was Midnight’s death.  I’m devastated.  Her horniness aside, I loved her character.  Midnight genuinely cared for her students and wanted them to grow into amazing heroes.  She supported her high school friends, Present Mic and Aizawa, the whole way through including Shirakumo’s death.  She adopted the cat the 4 of them took care of during high school and I believe it’s still alive today.  I can’t imagine what Mic and Aizawa are going to feel when they hear about this.  I honestly thought she was going to make it out alive.  I thought that she was safe and had some plot armor on her.  But no.  She’s dead.  Midnights’s not coming back.  The students are mourning her especially Mina, Kirishima, and Momo.  The three main players in the sedative plan.  Their plan worked, but had it worked sooner, a lot of lives could’ve been saved.  Ultimately, none of this is their fault, but it’s going to weigh on them heavily.  Please give these kids therapy.

•Adding onto Midnight, heroes like Crust, Majestic, X-Less, and Native are dead.  We know about Midnight, Crust, and X-Less now, but the rest were not known yet.  I doubled out Majectic and Native here for reasons.  Majestic was Momo’s 2nd intern mentor before the war.  We didn’t know much about him or his Quirk (it was some sort of levitation via ring platforms), but he did save the student’s lives when they were about to be run over by Gigantomachia.  Looks like that was a sacrifice.  Native, if you remember, was the hero Iida, Deku, and Shoto saved back in Hosu back when they fought Stain.  We didn’t know much about him, but it sucks to know that he was saved then only to be killed now.  This will probably hurt Iida, Deku, and Shoto real bad knowing that saving him became pretty null and void in the end.  

•Aside from that, the rest of them look like they were young, in their prime, or veterans in the world of Pro Heroes.  It just sucks in general to have to see all these lives cut short.  But, that’s how war goes, unfortunately.  

•Endeavor...  I’m one of the people who actually like Endeavor.  I will never forgive him for what he did to Shoto and his family pre-Sports Festival.  But, I wanted to see how he would redeem himself after Kosu.  So far, he was doing well.  He didn’t expect forgiveness and only wanted to atone.  Everything in the Todoroki family was finally going well.  And then Dabi/Touya showed up and screwed up everything.  Now, everyone knows about Endeavor’s past as an abuser and they will never see him in the same light again.  I don’t think he has a choice but to admit to his sins publicly and then retire.  I hate the idea because he is a good hero, but I don’t see any other way he’s going to get out of this.  Same with Hawks.  I don't see him going back to hero work either.  

•There’s one small panel with 2 kids from the short Remedial Course Arc we got with Shoto and Bakugo.  Rough translation, one of the kids asks if things will be okay and the other says that they’ll be fine because “That’s what Five Weenies told us after all!”  This broke me.  “Five Weenies” refers to Shoto Todoroki.  As funny as this should be, hearing that Shoto, the one who arguably got mentally scared the most in this whole battle, still gives those kids hope that everything will be okay... I just don’t know what to say.  I’m glad Shoto kept those kid’s spirits alive (Bakugo did too; neither are visibly in this chapter for some reason), but he is by no means “fine”.  #GiveShotoTodorokiTherapy2020

•And finally All For One.  Fuck this guy.  All that death and destruction and he wants more.  The translation’s still rough, but based on what he says in the end, I think we are going to get a Prison Break Arc.  He says “Go free my main body.” to the Nomus  AFO is still in Tartarus.  Guess who else is there?  Stain, Overhaul (the Ultra Analysis said that he got prosthetics or something for his arms and his Quirk adapted to that) , Moonfish, Kurogiri, I think Muscular, and plenty of other villains.  Horikoshi hinted that Moonfish might come back (he was apparently going to executed, but idk...) and the preview says “The worst is yet to come”...  Yeah, this war is over.  We’re really only just beginning. 

[blue-angel-wings]

Ez Drabble - Bruised feet and phone numbers.

Warnings: cursing, butchers( I guess idk some people could be vegetarian 🤷‍♀️), injuries.

Characters: Ez Reyes x Reader (Y/N), Felipe Reyes

Summary: reader is a regular at Felipe’s shop and during a visit meets Ez and ends up with an injured foot. Accidentally.

Author notes: Thank you to all the feedback and likes and reblogs and what not on my last fic. I’m so glad it was so well received, so I’ve given it another go hehe. Also I didn’t really proofread so sorry for any spelling mistakes.

When you first moved from LA to Santo Padre you found the change difficult. LA was busy and there were people everywhere and you grow used to the constant company of strangers. Santo Padre was the complete opposite, quiet and somewhat small. Everybody knew everybody and there wasn’t a town centre full of the same shops. It had cute little shops that sold useless but fun items. There was only one well known drugstore, grocery store, 2 clothing stores maximum and most prominent was the singular butcher.

Felipe Reyes had owned the only butcher shop in town for decades and he had a known clientele. You soon became part of that, despite being a picky eater and quite fussy with your cut of meat, you adored the cute old man that never said much but looked i n a constant state of thought.

It was a Friday night, meaning steak night at the home you shared with your Nana and Cousin. You only worked at the salon across the street from Felipe’s shop so you were tasked with buying the meat for tonight. Not that you minded, you and Felipe had grown close due to your frequent trips after work and during your lunch break. It started as a harmless trip to buy meat but then you got roped into a game of chess one Wednesday evening and then the trips became less about food and more about chatting and losing at chess.

“Good afternoon, Felipe my love.” You called out cheekily to the man behind the counter. He returned the comment with a eye roll and kiss of his teeth but you saw the slight smile that graced his wrinkled face.

“Well if it isn’t Santo Padre’s worst chess player. The usual sweetheart?”

“Oh watch it, I’m getting better just you wait I’ll be rinsing you dry before you know it old man. And yes the usual.” You quipped with a hand placed jokingly on your hip. He chuckled, rounding the counter to give you a hug and kiss to the cheek.

“You would take money from an old man, do you have now manners?”

“Not when it comes to gambling” you shrugged. It was true if money was involved all class your mother forced on you went out the window, you were competitive what could you say?

“The cuts you want is out back, I’ll go get it and don’t steal from the register I may be old but I will hunt you down.” He jokingly threatened whilst turning to head towards the back of the shop. You ignored his comment and turned to look at the stacks of books, none jumping out at you. It wasn’t until you heard a secondary voice at the back of store did you raise your head to see the Adonis of a man enter. He was calling back to Felipe about changing parts in the grinder and didn’t see you, therefore giving you time to check out the body he was seemingly gifted with.

“Yeah pops I’ll flip the sign in the door on my way out, you go home early tonight and I’ll fix it when I-.” Stopping mid sentence to look at the girl at the front of store. Shocked to see anybody there this late in the evening, let alone someone so beautiful.

“Oh.” He fumbled with his words, the box of parts in his hands becoming heavy and his palms starting to sweat. Ez tended to be quiet and reserved but he always had words to say incase spoken to. But in this situation he was rendered speechless. Lost in a trance he didn’t spot that you had waved slightly, then extended a hand to shake as an introduction.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Felipe is just getting my cuts of meat then I’ll be out of your hair-“

“No don’t- I mean you can go when he gives you the meat, we won’t trap you here.” He chuckled nervously towards the end of his sentence unsure of what to say.

You were kinda taken aback not knowing what to say to that, you quickly moved on asking his name, to which he replied and explained that he was Felipe’s son.

Interesting.

He extended a hand to shake, momentarily forgetting of the box that sat in his hands. Due to its loss of balance, it fell and landed on your foot. Hard.

“Oh shit.” You yelped grasping your foot and pressing down to soothe the searing pain you felt.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry. What the fuck have I done!?!”

He apologised kicking the box to the side to guide you to the table and chair a few steps away. You grabbed his outstretched arm and felt the veins and muscle rippling under his skin. Once again. Interesting.

“It’s okay it’s not too bad.” You said inspecting the foot, it wasn’t a total lie. Although it hurt like hell, the bruising was only faint right now. Tomorrow is gonna be a whole different story.

“I am sorry, I was distracted by your fa- and next thing I know I’ve dropped the box.” He cut himself off when he noticed he was gonna say something creepy, you didn’t notice to engrossed in looking at the damage to your appendage. He continued to apologise, worried you would freak out and leave before he got to know you slightly. What a cutie. This Greek god looked genuinely concerned. Attractive and kind.

For a third time today. Interesting

“Truly it’s okay, it looks heavy. Did you want help carrying it somewhere?” You asked, moving to start to gather the objects that were once in the box. Ez looked at you quizzically.

“I just dropped this on your foot now your asking if I need help. Your foot could be seriously injured- wait here I’ll get some ice.”

You chuckled and grabbed arm to stop him and to kind of feel is muscle again.

“I’m hoping by helping you, you won’t drop it on my other foot.” You laughed and although he didn’t find it funny, he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, knowing that you didn’t hate him.

Just as Ez stood to get the ice pack, Felipe returned with the cuts all wrapped up and ready for you. He took one look at you sat at the table with a rapidly bruising foot whilst a guilty looking Ezekiel stood next to you staring at the floor. From an outsiders view it was suspicious but to you it was funny.

“Y/N, what happened?” Felipe’s asked placing the meat on the table next to you to inspect your foot. You giggled when Ez sucked in a breath, waiting for you to tell his father about his ridiculous reaction to seeing a beautiful girl in the shop.

“Felipe it’s fine, Ez just dropped a box accidentally on my foot and it’s a little sore. I’ll take some pain killers when I get home and rest it. By the morning it will be fine.” You reassured the Reyes men, who both shared a look of worry.

“I’m sorry for my sons actions.” He said shaking his head and standing once again, you made a move to stand also, but didn’t get far before Ez stepped in to help you.

Once upright, after a momentary struggle with the pain. You were partially leaning against the counter paying for the meat, after much haggling on your part for you to actually pay, insisting that the accident didn’t warrant you free meat. Ez still had his hands firmly grasping you, however they had moved from your hands to your waist, not that you were complaining. After paying and bidding farewell to Felipe with the promise of you returning tomorrow to check in with him and play chess probably, you walked to your car, or should you say limped. Thank god your was automatic and the you didn’t need to use the inured foot to drive. Ez opened the door for you and placed you delicately inside, making sure not to knock the foot on the side of the centre console. He leant through the window to talk to you.

“When you get home make sure to elevate it and ice it. Probably take something for the pain and rest. Understood?”

“Yes Dr. I’ll do just that.” You rolled your eyes at Ez’s remark but agreed internally.

“I am still so sor-“ you cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth.

“Will you stop apologising, I know your sorry. Don’t worry your pretty head, okay?” You replied, moving your hand to tap lightly against his cheek in a faux patronising manner.

He chuckled and turned his head to place a kiss to the palm of your hand, causing a blush to rise to you cheeks, undoubtedly being noticed by the culprit.

“Well how about you give me your number, just so I know how it is in the morning?” He asked whilst fiddling with the tips of your fingers almost like he was afraid to look you in the face. You chuckled and leant across the car to open up the glove box, revealing a pen and paper. He watched as you neatly scribbled down your number and drew a little heart next to it just for fun.

“There, you can text me in the morning. Not too early though, it’s my day off and I don’t want to be woken by a guy who breaks feet in his free time.” You said as he took the paper with a smile on his face. You said your goodbyes and you drive off, looking forward to the text you would be receiving. Back at the shop, Felipe watched as his son looked longingly at his future wives number written neatly next to a little heart just for him.

[broadstreetmisfits]

Okay so since someone told me to tell you everything (I’m looking at you @harts-hatricks ) I gladly will

So the players I met were (in order)

-Travis Sanheim -Travis Konecny -Scott Laughton -Michael Raffl - Connor Bunnaman - Matt Niskanen - Joel Farabee - Justin Braun -James van Riemsdyk - Shayne Gostisbehere and - Sam Morin

So prior to this event, I had already met Sanheim, Raffl, and Gostisbehere, but the way that this thing was set up was that the guys were grouped in two or threes and you’d get an autograph (no posed photos were allowed bc the one time they did that it took f o r e v e r)

So the groups were  - Travis/Travis -Raffl/Laughts/Bunnaman - Nisky/Farabee -Braun/ JVR -Ghost/Morin

I met the Travii first and let me tell you, TK’s himbo energy is soooo fucking high in person. Like on the ice it’s chillin but in person w o w. They were both reallly nice and I told TK congrats on the two goals (he got all smiley)

Next was Raff/Laughts/Bunnaman. They were all really nice. I told Laughts that he doesn’t get the recognition that he deserves (bc he really doesn’t). He got all smiley. Raffl was teasing me bc I couldn’t properly get my jersey on the table (it was kinda embarrassing). And Connor s really really sweet. He was a little shy but I told him if he kept up the hard work he’d be staying up.

We passed by Hart and Nic Aube-Kubel (but the line was sooooooooo long that it wasn’t worth waiting in. But we did get to see them so I got pictures)

We then went to Nisky and Farabee and let me tell you JOEL FARABEE IS EVEN HOTTER IN PERSON HOLY SHIT. And steady eddy nisky was super sweet. He said at first it was kinda weird playing for philly (since he came from wsh and y’know division rival) but he loves it.

Next was Braun and JVR. I was soooo tempted to do the “fucking pigeon” chirp that G did to him yearrrs ago but I didnt bc that would be kinda rude. They were both super nice and JVR is happy to be back in Philly and Braun loves it in philly.

Then we tried to go to Hayes and Patrick, but since their line was so long, they had to cut it off. That was kinda disappointing but I already met Nolan and I have a few more years to meet Kevin.

Lastly though we went to Ghost & Morin. Now both of these dudes are injured so it kinda sucks that they had to do this but I mean they seemed happy to be there. Ghost was quieter than he was when I met him last year, but he’s doing good. Now for Sam Morin. 1. He is so fucking tall oh my god it’s crazy. 2. He is the sweetest person ever. We were talking and he seemed so into the conversation. I asked about his ACL injury and he said it was getting better, he hopes to be practicing soon rather than later. When I left that station, I told both of them that I hoped they got better soon and I loved seeing them play and they both looked so genuinely surprised that I said that but they both were really happy.

Overall, this years event was really fun and I’m so thankful that I got to meet the people that I did. It really was a cool event and I’m so so so thankful that I got the opportunity to go.

If you have any questions feel free to ask

[msjr0119]

Cordonian Wags

Part 1- Welcome to the team

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

Read the introduction here

Disclaimer: Quite a bit of swear words and a lot of dialogue- Sorry 😐

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******

Riley hadn’t had the chance to unpack yet- due to the invitation to the pre season party. Her main priority was to prepare the paperwork for the players to fill out for her knowledge. When she had been offered the job- she checked out accommodation to rent in Cordonia. Most places only offered a years contract- she accepted this, knowing that she would have to pay the remaining months once the season had finished.

If the Cordonian Wags were anything like the British ones- they would all be trying to out stage each other at these type events. Causing trouble. Fighting for attention. Riley was the odd one out at any event- technically she was classed as a ‘wag’ but in her mind she was just the physio. Pulling out a simple little black dress with matching black heels, she looked like she was going to a funeral rather than a party. Keeping her make up to a minimal and her natural brown curls loosely fall effortlessly down her back- the simple look. This was the first time Riley had been out for a while. She avoided leaving the house having the British press stalk her every movement.

Let’s get this over and done with.

*****

Savannah had persuaded Bertrand to allow Drake to get ready at their house and attend with them. Drake refused at first - his number one characteristic was his stubbornness. Your sister will blame me all night if you don’t come with us- and you know how angry she can become. Please. Drake eventually agreed after the ‘peer pressure’ from his brother in law. He hated receiving the sympathy vote from everyone even if it was self infliction for him not ending his relationship with Kiara. Whilst waiting for the sitter to arrive, the trio began to pre-drink.

“Darling, I spoke to Riley before. She seems really nice. And ambitious. I was hoping to become friends with her- she seems so much nicer than the other women here - apart from Hana. I believe she and Hana would get on very well.”

“Who the fuck is Riley?” Drake demanded frowning at his sister.

“Erm. No one, Drake. Well obviously she is someone. You’ll be formally introduced to her later.”

Bertrand responded, he knew how his wife’s mind ticked, she wound her brother up constantly. Deep down she wanted her brother to be happy in a relationship, so believed she was testing the water. Bertrand knew exactly what her intentions for this random conversation were.

Savannah secretly laughed, she knew she was frustrating Drake. He hated secrets being kept from him. Handing him a whiskey- she was going to continue rising his blood pressure with the frustration and curiosity. Sibling love at its best.

“Did you know she’s getting divorced? So she’s technically single?”

“Savannah, let’s not talk about her personal life. She’s not here to look for love. Keep her away from Leo Rhys for gods sake.”

The sitter was late, much to Bertrand’s annoyance- he liked everyone to be punctual. When it came to meeting people he would request that people meet him an hour earlier than needed, to ensure that there was extra time for situations such as this. The doorbell rang, Bertrand immediately shot up- it was one of two people- the babysitter or Riley. He had invited Riley to attend with them as she didn’t know anyone else.

“Good evening Riley.” Bertrand pulled her in for a welcoming hug, as she handed him a bottle of wine as a thank you for supporting her already.

“Thank you for the invitation. Your home is absolutely stunning”

Bertrand guided her into the large open spaced lounge, offering her a glass of champagne which she accepted politely. The Walker siblings were sat talking, before both abruptly turning mute.

“Hi Riley, it’s so nice to see you again. I didn’t know you was coming?” Savannah slowly stood up and gave Riley a friendly squeeze. Riley wasn’t sure if she was an overly touchy- feely person or if she was just a genuinely friendly person with a heart of gold.

“I... I’m sorry if I’ve interrupted....Mr Beaumont suggested it.... As i don’t know anyone but you guys and Mr Rhys.”

“Don’t need to apologise. I’m happy that you’re here. Saves me from being bored shitless with these two misery’s..I want to get to know you better- we can be friends? This is my brother Drake by the way.”

Savannah gave her brother dagger eyes after observing her brother’s lack of politeness. Scowling at the woman stood nervously in front of them he rolled his eyes back not really willing to take much notice of the newbie-great another gold digger he thought. Riley bit her lip due to the awkward silence. Drake Walker’s stereotypical nickname was known as the ‘grumpy stubborn one’.

“Nice to see you in the flesh Walker. I look forward to working with you all.” Riley gulped the champagne back in one go- impatiently waiting for a non existent response. He hadn’t looked at her- uh he’s such an ignorant arsehole.

‘I look forward to working with you all’ - Drake suddenly was knocked out of his trance, trying to figure out who she could be after that sentence. Fixating his gaze on her, his eyes locked on hers- he couldn’t help but admire her beauty. No I’m with Kiara- stop gawping at her. Shaking his head, taking a deep breath, he stood up and shook Riley’s hand- feeling a bolt of lightening spread throughout his body, he now had butterflies in his stomach. They both let go of each other before fixing their gaze towards the marble floor. Savannah and Bertrand noticed the interaction and gave each other that knowing look.

“So, how are you enjoying your first day? Drake, Riley is the teams new physio- when Connie introduces her act surprised!”

Bertrand begged his brother in law- he knew it was the chairman’s responsibility to introduce the newest member of the team to everyone.

“It’s different.. it’s nice to not be stalked by the paparazzi..”

“Isn’t that what the job title includes for a Wag?” Savannah sarcastically said, whilst winking.

She’s a wag... she’s a physio.... Drake’s mind was working overtime- if she’s a footballers wife, where is he? Why is she here? Surely she doesn’t need to work and can fend off her husbands paycheck like other wives.

“I was never a ‘wag’ Savannah. I hate them. I was the odd one out. Biggest mistake of my life has been marrying a footballer- no offence Drake.”

“Um.. none taken... you’re married to a footballer... you’re a physio.... anything else you need to confess?”

“Excuse me? Mr Rhys knows all about my background, my estranged husband. There’s nothing more to tell. It’s none of your business Walker. My business is to make sure that none of you dumbasses injure yourselves too much!”

“You’re going to be trouble, I can already tell!” Drake snapped, whilst gulping another whiskey.

“What is your issue?” Riley snapped back- she didn’t like his attitude. What a wanker.

“You are.. look no offence. But this place is vicious. Full of secrets. If I was you I’d get back on a plane to America pronto!”

Riley felt anger build through her body. She had never met someone that was such a jerk on their first meeting. She shrugged her shoulders and blanked him- as far as she was aware the miserable man was non existent. This is going to be a long nine months.

******

Liam and Olivia were almost ready to attend the party. They had chosen to go in matching outfits. Well, Olivia had suggested it- Liam didn’t have a choice in the matter. She wore the trousers in the relationship after all.

“Liv, hurry up! We are going to be late!”

Liam had been ready for a while- the scotch was running smoothly down his throat every time he drank some more. His wife was taking forever to get ready. Typical footballers wife. At times, he wished he was single- looking out for ‘me, myself and I’. Olivia was a nightmare - at times he regretted marrying her, all she did was moan. She was jealous of his brother being the captain of the team, she hated the fact that Constantine favoured Leo over Liam. Frustrated that her husband couldn’t grow some bollocks and stand up to his father.

“Okay! Okay! You’re such an arse. Never rush a woman getting ready, Li. Do we even have to go? Your father is just going to be praising golden bollocks all night!”

“Yes Liv! We all have to attend!” Liam snapped as he was frustrated at his wife’s questions. She knew the answer to her idiotic question.

“Kiara isn’t... I could be doing anything better than socialise with those people!” Folding her arms, she frowned at her husband spitting her dummy out.

“That’s Kiara.... they aren’t married so get away with it.”

Olivia rolled her eyes back, the only positive thing about these events was the unlimited free bar and winding Madeleine up.

****

Leo had ignored his wife ever since he had returned home from training. Quickly he got dressed up into one of his many designer tuxedos. Styling his hair to perfection- he loved himself too much. Leo Rhys you sexy mother fucker - he said to himself checking himself out in the mirror, placing a condom in his pocket- just in case. Hitting the bottle- he was eager to get to the party just to escape from his wife’s constant lectures that were like a vinyl on loop. Same shit, different day. Finally she made an appearance- her eyes narrowed at him like always, as if her facial expression was superglued to that same resting bitch expression .

“Oh darling you look amazing.” She said sarcastically rolling her eyes back.

“Baby I’d say the same about you. But... You have something on the end of your nose. You don’t look flattering at all...”

“It’s just a bit of powder. I dread to think what’s on the end of your dick! After all, you stick it in all sorts of places!”

“The answer to your question.... a bell is at the end of it!”

Leo slammed his tumbler of the brown liquid on the table, before heading outside to the waiting car. Madeleine slowly caught up- Leo held the door open for her before slamming it shut with an almighty force.

****

Zeke and Penelope hated these types of events- mainly because they had to leave their daughters behind. They felt guilty if they returned home drunk. Everyone had told them to let their hair down every once in a while. This couple were the most responsible out of them all- mainly due to their family which they were grateful for.

“Girls, be good for Amber. And look after the poodles for your Mom. Promise? I love you both.”

“Yes, daddy.” Emma and Emily said in unison.

“Love you little darlings. See you in morning.” Penelope said whilst still hesitating about leaving them.

The two girls jumped into their parents arms giving them the tightest bear hug. Tip toeing out of the front door- the parents looked back at their adorable daughters before leaving. Sorrow in their eyes as Emma and Emily waved slowly at them. The couple promised each other to leave early and too not drink too much.

****

Maxwell and Hana arrived separately, keeping their relationship under pretentious again. They had seen how majority of their friends relationships had crumbled. Knowing the minute they became official the press would hound them.

Maxwell entered the room, and immediately hit the dance floor. Spotting Hana he couldn’t resist spending time with her- all their friends had an inkling regarding their relationship. What’s the harm in dancing with a ‘friend’? You look beautiful Miss Lee, dance with me?

Hana nodded providing a seductive smile. After a while they both stumbled over to the bar- where Drake was sat drowning his sorrows.

“Hey buddy. What’s up?”

“My life. That’s what’s up Max. My girlfriend can’t even be arsed showing up. Why haven’t I got the guts to dump her and throw her out of MY house? She keeps walking all over me. I just allow it. I say ‘love you’, she ignores it. I might just go home.”

“Well... we all advised you to end it but we also understand how hard it must be when you love someone. You’ll move on buddy. I’ll take you home once Constantine has done his speech okay?”

‘You’ll move on....’ ha I wish Max.

“Thanks Max. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“No probs. Whiskey?”

Drake nodded, he was glad his friend knew him inside and out. Maxwell pat him on the shoulder, giving him a whiskey before persuading Drake to join him and Hana having shots.

*****

The group of friends all stood the corner, impatiently waiting for the chairman to arrive. Both Savannah and Leo, were intoxicated- Bertrand had tried to conceal his wife’s behaviour up- but she just became louder and louder. Leo was just Leo. The usual drunk.

“Looks like your father has traded Regina in for a younger model.” Olivia whispered to Liam and Leo. Leo quickly looked over. As did the other men. Chinese whispers began spreading throughout the room - ‘who is she?’ was the common question that was unanswered. Drake just rolled his eyes- for some reason he hated her. He couldn’t comprehend why? Leo straightened his tie, checking his hair in a nearby mirror and headed straight over to his father and Riley.

“Why, hello there gorgeous. I haven’t seen you around here before.” Showing an exasperated expression, she wondered how long it would take for the local playboy to attempt to make a move.

“Leo, so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” You’re a wanker, you’re a cheat, you’re a mess. You are a girls worse nightmare. Her mind talked sense- she wasn’t going to say her thoughts out loud risking her job before she’s even started it.

Leo pulled her into his embrace, she played along with his flirting to begin with, teasing him. Caressing his cheek, whispering in his ear- unknown to a drunk Leo he didn’t understand the sarcasm in her voice. You love yourself don’t you. Why wouldn’t you? You are quite handsome. I bet the women love you.... Riley felt his jeans tighten as he held her, making her skin crawl- she shuddered at the thought. Not giving a shit, he swiftly moved closer and kissed her on the neck- before she pushed him away. Everyone joined the trio, needing to rescue the mystery woman from the womaniser. She held the record for being the only woman that they had ever witnessed turn down Leo Rhys.

“Touch me again Mr Rhys- and you’ll be wishing that one of them break your legs on the pitch instead of me. And I won’t help you recover.”

“You’re a fiesty one. Come on babe. You’re gorgeous. And so am I. You know you wanted to kiss me back. I’ll take you on date sometime... Miss?” Riley didn’t know whether to punch that smirk off his face or just scowl at the disgusting man stood in front of her.

“It’s Mrs... Mrs Riley López your new physio.”

She winked at Constantine- technically she was still married so could stil use the marriage card. Constantine shook his head - disappointed in his son’s behaviour. Thanking the lord that this girl could protect herself. Clearing his throat, he grabbed the microphone, ready to make his announcement.

“Everyone, I’m assuming you have many questions regarding who this woman standing by my side is. Gentlemen this is Riley Brooks, your new physio. Miss Brooks has some paperwork for you all to complete before you attend training tomorrow. Please make her feel welcome, and of course- everyone enjoy the party!” Constantine kept his speech sort- he didn’t want to elaborate on anything- so walked away from the crowd with his wife Regina.

“So MISS Brooks.... you’re not a Mrs... About that date...” Leo thought he had a second chance- smirking at her flashing his pearly whites.

“Fuck you Leo. I’m getting a divorce. And I’m not interested in married men- especially not interested in footballers.”

“Fuck you... oh I do want you to do that.”

“N. O. Spells NO! Goodnight Mr Rhys.”

Riley walked over to the bar, taking a few shots back in a flash. Leo reminded her of her husband. She hadn’t been introduced to his wife as of yet- but she already felt empathy towards her. Swallowing the last shot, she was spooked as someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Miss Brooks, I do apologise on behalf of my brother for his appalling attitude.” Liam the other Rhys brother- he’s not like Leo. As far as I’m aware.

“No worries Liam, I can handle men like him.”

“How do you know who I am?”

“Bertrand explained to me earlier on who was who before I was spying on you all at training. Leo- the playboy, Drake- The grump and stubborn one, Maxwell- the hyper one, Zeke - the family man and you Liam. You’re the nice brother. The loyalist of them all. The other players didn’t really get awarded with a nickname. I just assume Mr Beaumont is closer to you guys.”

“Heh. Bertrand has got us to a T... my brother wasn’t lying when he called you gorgeous. I think we can all agree on that. Myself and Drake saw you before with Savannah, and I actually called you that too. Great minds and all that.... I hope you settle in and enjoy your time here. Erm, there’s gossip spreading about your marriage- if you ever need anyone to talk to about it, I’ll always be here.” Gently holding her hand as he said this, she could tell by the sparkle of his eyes and his smile that his words were genuine.

“Thank you, But i would rather not talk about it. I’m here to do my job. Hoping that you all make it easy for me and have no injuries this season.”

“I can’t promise that none of us won’t get any injuries. If I don’t see you later on, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Liam kissed Riley on the cheek, a slight blush showed up on her face. She was thankful for the dark lightening hoping no one would see it. His soft touch was still lingering even after he had left.

*****

Savannah introduced Riley to Max, Hana, Zeke and Penelope. She felt that these people were the only normality in the room. Looking over her shoulder she overheard a red head and blonde sniping insults to each other, whilst staring at her with looks that could kill. Typical footballers wives, she thought as she quietly laughed to herself at the irony. Riley would feel intimidated in the past with these actions but now she honestly couldn’t care less- she knew these type of women.

“Ah just ignore them, they are always like that.” Hana stated as she shook her head, in response to the entertainment happening in the background.

“I gathered. Let’s hope the Rhys brothers don’t become injured - I couldn’t cope with associating with women like that.”

“No I don’t blame you. Myself and Hana are having a party tomorrow - I call them ‘Beaumont bashes’. You’re welcome to come Riley. I know we are all going to be the best of friends.” Max grinning like a Cheshire Cat- he loved making new friends.

“Sure. It’ll be nice to get to know normal people.”

“Sorry Max- we won’t be able to attend. The girls have a riding competition. And we want to spend time with them to celebrate afterwards.” Zeke said with sorrow in his eyes. He loved a Beaumont bash but his family always came first.

“Ah man. Okay.” Maxwell pretended to cry, over dramatically wiping his tears away. But he understood that Zekes and Penelope’s children were their priority.

“Oh. I love riding. I haven’t been able to do it since I moved to England. I used to do it on a regular basis back in the states. I can only imagine how proud you are of your children Zeke and Penny.”

“We are Riley. We are so proud. You will have to come for a ride one day. I’m more of a dog person- I have two poodles. We are an animal loving family.”

“Thank you for the invite. I will be honoured to come one day.” Penelope and Zeke smiled at her pulling her in for a group hug.

They were all sociably talking, getting to know Riley. After a while she excused herself, explaining she needed a bit of air- as the room had become slightly stuffy.

*****

Walking out on the veranda, the cool air as well as the alcohol hit Riley suddenly. The moonlit sky was beautiful- stars scattered evenly.

Feeling much cooler, she turned around not looking where she was going as she bumped straight into someone. He caught her and held her tight- their eyes fixated on each other. The two of them ended up covered in a fusion of alcohol.

Before Riley could escape, he grabbed her wrist pulling her closer to him. There was a tingling sensation spreading throughout his stomach. Standing frozen, she could hear his heartbeat rapidly increase, every second he held her. Slowly he lent down, before crashing his lips onto hers whilst inhaling her fruity fragrance. The short kiss- made him feel intoxicated, she was going to be his newest drug- one he couldn’t wait to taste again. Riley looked at him with sorrow in her eyes as she pushed him away with an almighty force. Immediately she ran away as fast as she could. Not looking back, she was hoping to just be able to sneak out of the party without anyone noticing her. She was uncontrollably shaking, regretting that she didn’t do anything to prevent the interaction that had just occurred.

[dceshims-blog]

↳ damn, is that MOON DAESHIM ? the IM CHANGKYUN lookalike gotten quite the reputation around here. the 23 year old RAPPER / PRODUCER has been in london for ONE year now. people say they are only HEDONISTIC + SELF DESTRUCTIVE, but they’re actually CHARMING + ADVENTUROUS once you get to know them. don’t get too comfortable, though, no one knows HIS AGENCY / COMPANY PAID TO HAVE SOMETHING HE DID HIDDEN FROM THE WORLD.

 HIYA  HEY  HELLO,  i'm  gem,  i'm  21+,  i  go  by  she  her  pronouns  &  live  in  the  cst  !  i'm  also  a  hot  mess  who  likes  hurting  my  characters  ...  hence  the  reason  that  dae's  life  is  as  big  of  a  mess  as  it  is.  he's  a  new  character,  which  means  not  everything  is  fleshed  out  like  i  would  like  it  to  be  but  you  can  find  his  basic  information,  stats,  bullet  point  bio,  personality  &  a  few  wanted  connections  ideas  under  the  cut  !  

tw:  mentions  of  alcohol  abuse,  drug  abuse,  car  accidents,  hit  and  run  scenario,  death  &  injuries  !

                                         basic  information.

full  name:  moon  daeshim. nickname(s):  moon,  dae,  shimmy,  daedae.  (  the  last  one  is  use  by  his  mother  &  mother  ONLY  ) age:  twenty-three. date  of  birth:  tbd. birthplace:  daegu,  south  korea. gender:  cismale. pronouns:  he  /  him  /  his. orientation:  pansexual. occupation:  rapper,  producer,  composer. language(s)  spoken:  korean,  english,  japanese,  chinese,  thai,  french  &  spanish.

                                    physical  appearance.

faceclaim:  im  changkyun  (  i.m  )  of  monsta  x. hair  color:  changes  pretty  frequently,  currently  black. eye  color:  brown. height:  6  ’  0  ". weight:  175. build:  athletic. tattoos:  quite  a  few,  far  to  many  to  name  ...  mostly  black  &  grey. piercings:  7  in  his  left  ear,  8  in  his  right,  tongue  piercing,  eyebrow  piercing  on  his  left  brow  &  scars  from  old  snake  bites  under  his  bottom  lip.

                                                    health.

physical  ailments:  alcohol  abuse,  drug  abuse. neurological  conditions:  n/a. allergies:  seasonal  ailments. sleeping  habits:  3-4  hours,  restless,  tosses  &  turns. eating  habits:  lives  of  of  fast  food  &  take  out  usually,  sometimes  goes  to  'fancier'  places. exercise  habits:  has  personal  trainers  who  he  works  out  with  three  times  a  week. body  temperature:  hot  natured. addictions:  alcohol,  tobacco,  drugs,  sex. drug  use:  frequent. alcohol  use:  frequent.

                                       personality. (  pt  1.  )

label:  tbd.

positive  traits:  charming  &  adventurous. negative  traits:  hedonistic  &  self-destructive. fears:  tbd. hobbies:  cooking,  video  games,  shopping,  board  games,  swimming,  poker,  going  to  the  movies,  traveling,  exercising,  eating  out. habits:  jiggles  leg  up  &  down,  taps  feet  on  occasion,  runs  fingers  through  hair  often,  constantly  glances  at  his  watch,  rolls  his  eyes,  cracks  knuckles  /  bones,  shifts  in  his  seat  when  nervous  /  irritated,  clenches  jaw,  gestures  when  speaking,  props  feet  up  on  desks  /  tables,  constantly  checks  his  phone. quirks:  wears  a  lot  of  jewelry,  good  with  technology,  paces  back  &  forth  when  in  deep  thought  or  when  nervous,  mumbles  to  himself  on  occasion,  constantly  on  social  media,  bites  &  chews  on  lips,  night  owl,  addicted  to  texting,  can  play  musical  instruments,  dyes  his  hair  a  different  color  constantly,  addicted  to  caffeinated  drinks,  always  has  to  have  the  'best’  of  everything  he  owns,  has  to  have  a  fan  on  to  sleep,  chews  ice  cubes.

                                              favorites.

season:  fall,  winter. color(s):  matte  black,  chrome,  army  green,  gold  &  silver. music:  will  listen  to  anything  as  long  as  he  likes  it,  doesn’t  matter  what genre. movies:  watches  pretty  much  everything,  mostly  enjoys  suspense,  action  &  comedy. sport(s):  doesn’t  really  care  for  sports,  watches  it  if  it's  on  at  bars. beverage(s):  anything  and  everything,  other  than  sparkling  water. food:  anything  from  luxurious  5  star  meals  to  instant  ramen  cooked  at  home. animal:  dogs.

                                                  family.

father: tbd. mother: tbd. sibling(s):  n/a. children:  n/a. pet(s):  tbd. family’s  financial  status:  upper  class.

                                                  extras.

zodiac sign:  tbd. mbti:  entp-a.  (  the  debater.  ) enneagram:  type  eight. (  the  challenger.  ) temperament:  sanguine. hogwarts  house:  slytherin. moral  alignment:  tbd. primary  vice:  tbd. primary  virtue:  tbd. element:  fire.

                                             biography.

born  in  daegu,  south  korea  to  two  extremely  wealthy  parents.

his  father  was  a  very  well  known  idol,  his  mother  a  fashion  designer.

meaning  that  dae  was  in  the  spotlight  since  BIRTH,  he's  never  known  anything  other  than  fame  &  fortune.

that  of  course,  went  to  his  head  from  a  very,  very  young  age  &  it  caused  this  sort  of  god  complex  in  him.

his  nannies  HATED  having  to  work  for  his  parents  &  take  care  of  him  because  he  made  their  lives  a  living  hell  basically.  not  because  he  was  MEAN  or  something  like  that  but  because  he  was  just  picky  &  was  used  to  getting  what  he  wanted.

which  did  cause  him  to  be  bratty  &  he  did  have  the  tendency  to  throw  fits  when  he  didn't  get  what  he  wanted,  always  going  to  his  parents  whenever  the  nannies  wouldn't  give  dae  what  he  wanted  &  they'd  end  up  either  quitting  or  getting  fired.

things  didn't  really  change  through  the  years,  to  be  honest.  he  got  less  'whiny'  about  things,  but  was  still  use  to  just  asking  for  whatever  he  wanted  &  getting  it  as  soon  as  humanly  possible.

he  was  fourteen  when  he  first  started  showing  interest  in  music,  though  he  didn't  follow  in  his  father's  footsteps  by  becoming  a  trainee.  he  was  more  into  producing  &  composing  than  anything.

it  wasn't  until  a  few  years  later  that  he  started  rapping  to  the  music  he  was  composing  in  order  to  try  &  get  them  bought  by  companies.

people  thought  that  he  was  actually  wanting  to  be  a  rapper  instead  of  just  a  producer  /  composer,  so  when  the  companies  kept  asking  him  if  he  was  interested  in  being  a  rapper,  he  figured  why  not.

that  was  the  start  of  his  career,  his  first  mini-album  skyrocketed  his  name  further  into  fame,  quickly  becoming  the  most  talked  about  rookie  in  the  business.

things  only  got  better  from  there,  each  album  he  dropped  debuted  at  the  top  of  charts,  keeping  his  name  in  the  spotlight  CONSTANTLY.

after  years  of  that,  things  started  getting  to  him  ...  the  stress  of  always  having  to  drop  something  new  and  fresh  caused  daeshim  to  start  to  spiral,  drinking  &  doing  drugs  almost  every  night  as  a  way  to  get  away  from  all  of  it  even  if  it  was  just  for  a  few  hours.

this  started  the  rumor  mill  to  begin,  articles  of  his  partying  ways,  the  clubbing  &  everything  like  that  starting  to  pile  up  one  after  the  next.  as  well  as  the  rumors  and  scandals  of  his  nudes  being  leaked  &  him  taking  home  as  many  people  he  wanted  to  because  he  truly  just  didn't  care  about  his  image  or  anything  like  that.

it  was  his  twentith  birthday  that  would  change  EVERYTHING  for  dae.  he'd  decided  to  go  out,  celebrate  by  drinking  &  going  wild  for  the  night  ...  stupidly  driving  home  from  the  club  that  night.

mid-way  home  he  happened  to  get  into  a  crash,  car  getting  totaled  as  well  as  a clipping  a  few  passer-bys ...  causing  one  to  pass  away  &  the  other  to  get  severely  injured  as  well  as  dae  getting  a  laundry  list  of  injuries  as  well.

he  was  okay  enough  to  walk  away  from  the  incident,  though  not  without  some  problems  of  his  own...  walking  back  to  his  agent's  home  as  it  was  the  closest  thing  he  could  get  to.

he  wasn't  expecting  his  agent  to  instantly  try  and  cover  everything  up,  calling  doctors  to  come  visit  daeshim  at  his  home,  sending  people  out  to  clean  up  the  scene  of  the  accident  &  make  sure  that  the  people  who  were  witnesses  or  involved  were  paid  off  to  keep  their  mouth  shut.

that  guilt  weighed  on  him  pretty  instantly,  his  injuries  being  hidden  from  the  media  while  they  healed  and  the  other  people  involved  continued  to  be  paid  off  so  that  no  one  knew  what  had  happened.

he  dealt  with  all  of  that  for  a  few  years  but  after  a  while,  he  couldn't  do  it  anymore.  deciding  to  publicly  declare  he'd  be  taking  a  break  from  making  music,  producing  &  composing...  taking  time  out  for  himself  &  his  own  mental  health  &  wellbeing.

it  was  only  a  week  after  that  when  dae  found  himself  in  london,  hoping  to  be  able  to  start  over  the  best  as  he  could.

                                    personality. ( pt 2. )

literally  the  Worst.

is  a  rich  bitch  and  makes  sure  EVERYONE  knows  that  even  if  he  doesn’t  speak  it… comes  in  the  form  of  his  clothing,  sports  cars,  accessories… literally  everything.

has  kinda  made  a  name  for  himself  in  the  london  that  isn't  to  far  off  from  what  the  media  constantly  talked  about  and  that's  him  being  a  Party  Animal.  goes  to  clubs  /  bars  every  weekend  (  sometimes  more  frequently  depending  on  his  mood.  )  as  well  as  a  bit  of  a  'player’.

extremely  hedonistic  and  a  bit  of  a  shopaholic.  is  always  seen  with  the  latest  &  greatest  makes  and  models  of  things.  always  has  designer  clothes  on.  always  is  out  shopping  for  something  new  at  least  three  times  a  week,  sometimes  more.

can  be  pretty  cocky  at  times,  he  knows  how  he  looks,  he  knows  how  much  money  he  has  and  sometimes  he  lets  that  go  to  his  head  &  his  ego.  though  he  TRIES  not  to  be  like  that  just  because  he  honestly  can’t  stand  when  other  people  boast  about  their  wealth  or  looks  on  a  daily  basis.

is  actually  really  relaxed  when  it  comes  down  to  it,  as  much  as  he  loves  to  party…  there’s  a  part  of  him  that  just  loves  lounging  at  home  watching  movies  just  as  much.  but  usually  refuses  to  do  so  alone,  will  invite  someone  to  come  over  just  so  he  doesn’t  have  to  be  in  his  (  cough…. giant …  cough  )  house  alone.

tends  to  hate  being  told  what  to  do.  comes  from  having  to  conform  to  what  his  agent  /  company  wanted  him  to  do  &  say  for  as  many  years  as  he  did  so  now  he’d  rather  just  do  what  he  wants,  when  he  wants  to  do  it  and  because  of  that  he  can  be  a  little  bit  selfish  sometimes.

he  wants  to  be  able  to  LIVE  and  have  fun,  do  what  he  wants  on  his  own  terms  and  go  from  there.

genuinely  not  a  bad  person,  though  his  ego  &  cockiness  sometimes  tend  to  cover  that  side  of  him  up. as  well  as  the  grief  &  guilt  of  what  he’s  done  in  the  past  causing  him  to  be  extremely  guarded.

loves  to  SPOIL  the  people  he  knows,  if  he  goes  out  shopping,  he’s  probably  buying  something  for  his  friends  in  the  process.  

is  the  type  of  person  that  just  loves  to  give  people  shit  but  does  so  in  a  loving  &  caring  way.  aka  will  roast  you  but  then  offer  to  take  you  to  dinner  or  something  like  that.

he’s …  trying.  not  trying  his  BEST,  sure.  but  he  is  still  trying  and  ig  that  counts  for  something,  right  ?

                                                plot ideas.

flirtationship.  he  absolutely  LOVES  to  flirt  his  ass  off…  with  whoever  he  can  because why  the  hell  not  ?

enemies.  whatever  the  reason  might  be,  they  just  don’t  get  along.  maybe  they  just  bicker  back  and  forth  or  perhaps  they  actually  just  despise  each  other  in  general.

hate  sex.  lsn… i’m  a  sucker  for  this  and  there’s  a  lot  of  reasons  someone  could  dislike  or  hate  dae  &  well  he  also  like  sex  so  why  not  pair  the  two  things  ?

best  friends.  he’s  never  really  had  anyone  he  fully  thought  he  could  rely  on  or  lean  on,  so  someone  he  met  here  who  he  bonded  with  instantly  would  be  gREAT.

will  add  more  as  i  think  of  them  !

[tiedtogetherwithadagger]

Hi ive never done this before but im wondering if u coud rec me some highschool au sterek? sorry for my writing, english is not my first language

Of course sweetie! Your English is great, you don’t have to apologize for knowing more than one language 💗.  High school AUs are some of my fave so below are a some of the ones I’ve really enjoyed reading and a few I haven’t read yet. As always, please read the tags in case there’s anything particularly triggering. Shortest fics at the top, longest are at the bottom. Hope you like them!

Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart [I Couldn’t If I Tried] by crossroadswrite (G 2k)

Contrary to popular belief, Derek Hale – co-captain of the basketball team and AP student who volunteers in the library – isn’t actually as smooth as people might think. 

All the Broken Hearts in the World Still Beat by dragon_temeraire (T 3k)

Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.

Brick by Brick by bleep0bleep (T 3k)

Stiles eats his hot dog slowly, mesmerized by the incredible detail, and also in particular, there’s a hot bearded guy adding more Legos to the scene, including a crowd of Lego people at a train stop. Now Lego Hottie is adding what looks to be a custom built space ship to the train scene, and is affixing it to the ceiling with wire so it is flying above the train– oh my God, Lego Hottie is building a scene from Firefly.

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (T 5k)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk (T 7k)

“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

It’s Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles (T 11k)

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.

“We should?”

“Yeah!”

“But… Do you even care about photography?”

“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”

On the Bus by bibliosexual (M 13k)

“Yeah,” Erica says with exaggerated slowness, “I did like Kira, and now I like Boyd. I’m bi.”

“Bi?”

“Bisexual?” Erica prompts. “As in, not gay or straight?”

Stiles is pretty sure his entire mind explodes. “You can like guys and girls? That’s a thing?”

Erica looks at him like, What planet are you from? “Uh, yeah. As long as they’re hot, I don’t care what gender they are.” She pokes him in the side, and he jumps. He’s always been ticklish, and unfortunately Erica knows it. “What about you? You ever like guys, Stilinski?”

*In which Stiles and Derek ride the bus to school together, and there are bisexual awakenings.

I already recommended this before, but it’s honestly my favorite.

You Know You’re on My Mind by bibliosexual (T 16k)

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq (T 61k)

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

“Please?”

“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

“Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

My fic rec requests are always open.

[negrek]

Negrek Finishes Gates to Infinity

Okay, so a while back I started playing through Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Gates to Infinity after @phoenixkratos generously loaned it to me.

Overall, I'd say this is probably the clunkiest entry in the PMD series, but it doesn't deserve the hate it gets. It's clearly rushed and in the ugly-duck stage of transitioning from 2D sprites to full 3D, but there are the seeds of a great game here. I actually finished the main storyline quite a while back, up to the point where the protagonist inevitably returns to the human world and the credits roll; just recently I picked it up to finish things up to the point where the protagonist inevitably returns to the world of pokémon. Full, spoiler-y thoughts under the cut. (Apologies for weird typos, my keyboard's inexplicably sticky all of a sudden.)

I'll start with the story, since I think that's what most people play the PMD series for, and I think they definitely took things in an interesting direction with this game. As usual, there's some cataclysmic world-ending event about to go down, courtesy legendary pokémon, but the source of the trouble this time around is very different than in previous PMD titles. Rather than being some external force, like a meteorite or out-of-control legendary pokémon, the culprit here is in a sense the common pokémon themselves: their despair and cynicism has manifested as the world-destroying bittercold that threatens to plunge everything into darkness forever. As the bittercold grows, its influence feeds into the very feelings that first spawned it, causing pokémon to distrust one another and grow ever more disconnected and sorrowful

At least, well, that's what the story wants to sell you on. My biggest criticism of the game is that the supposed dissolution of pokémon society just isn't actually there in the way the game plays out. The pokémon of Post Town are generally friendly, hospitable types, and despite having supposedly given up hope, they put an awful lot of faith in an overenthusiastic pikachu and his best bud.

Things start off great with an introductory mission where you confront Gurrdurr, who was injured in an accident, became unable to work, and turned to crime out of bitterness and desperation. Like, that's actually a really mature and nuanced plotline for a pokémon game, or most video games, period? Way better than fighting some generic evil-just-because bandits, and it plays right into the game's theme of pokémon having given up and turned their backs on one another out of despair.

The issue is... that's the only mission you actually get like that. The rest are pretty standard adventure fare, with rescues and treasures and explorations to be had. And it would have been easy to make things feel more genuinely cynical. For example, what if instead of taking Umbreon in and healing him up, he'd instead come to the town begging for help, and the townsfolk had turned him away, being distrustful of outsiders, and the player/partner had had to go out and rescue him and Espeon despite their disapproval? What if they rejected the whole notion of the Entercards and refused to help the players/eeveelutions with their quest, on the basis of it being pointless, with only a couple exceptions? Ultimately, Post Town as presented in the game is just too supportive and welcoming a place for me to buy that pokémon society is in any way fallen apart. I mean, they're complaining about their literal happiness rainbows disappearing. And I mean, that's sad and all, but really, now. If Chunsoft had really committed to the narrative the games were trying to pitch, it could have been soooo gooood. But they weren't willing to go all the way, and as a result I think it just doesn't work.

I also didn't care for the heel-face turn of the villains towards the end of the series. Again, if you're going to have me buy that munna and company were really devoted to each other and had decided that the world was too sick to go on, but at least they could all face the end together, you need to actually have some scenes with the villains cackling at each other and chasing the player character down and acting generically evil. Like, even just something like the heros manage to . And again, if they actually could have SHOWN the dynamic between munna and her companions at work instead of just mentioning it when the villains needed redeeming, it would have been soooo gooood. I honestly think a fanfic following the basic plot of the game but actually making all the informed attributes visible in the narrative could be really, really good.

I was also a little disappointed by the fact that we never got much of an explanation of what the partner's deal was. There were some hints that his past wasn't very happy at all, and that he was kind of clinging to the whole "paradise" idea as a way of coping with that, but iirc that never actually went anywhere. And I don't think it needed to, necessarily--I think little hints here and there could paint a really sad picture without wallowing in "and then his twelve brothers and sisters were left destitute on the streets and three of them died horribly of pneumonia" or whatever. (Alternatively this was resolved somehow and I just completely forgot about it, which probably means it didn't have the impact I presume the writers would have wanted it to have.)

I mean, I know, looking for subtlety or nuance in a pokémon game storyline, but they were so close! Come on, guys, you could totally have pulled this one off!

Also, a small thing that bugged me was the whole "Hydreigon as spirit of life" or whatever that was. It seemed out of place for a pokémon game, like I don't think we've previously seen any sort of direct evidence for mystical, god-like forces outside legendary pokémon. I don't know why this guy couldn't have just been an ordinary hydreigon who happens to know about the connection between the human and pokémon worlds.

I did find the route they took with the player character's role interesting; very meta. Like, the player is only one of many humans in the world, and they're also LITERALLY YOU, not some character who's turned into a pokémon for reasons, but literally a person interacting with the pokémon world through the medium of the 3DS. The fourth-wall-breaking in the epilogue kind of weirded me out, but it just unsettles me in general when game characters turn and stare directly at you through the screen, aaaa. (Ghost Trick being the game that most freaks me out with this, of course.) But this was the first PMD game to try and address things like, doesn't the player miss their friends and family back in the human world? And overall I think it was well done.

On the mechanics side, I found this game to be incredibly easy. However, my team was also axew/pikachu, and I'm made to understand that axew is easy mode par excellence. Low-level dragon dance and dual chop is absolutely absurd, and beating Kyurem in two attacks was a little anticlimactic. But assuming the difficulty is more reasonable if you choose something like oshawott or snivy, then that's fine--although I like the personality quiz, having a sort of easily accessible "selectable difficulty" option is a good thing, although it would be nice if it were more clear which were the hard vs easy picks. (Okay, I know, I know, dragon, but still.)

I'm of two minds about the fact that inactive party members gain experience along with the active party. On the one hand, the total lack of grinding is pretty cool. On the other, it means that once any of your team gets too high-leveled for a certain level of dungeon/mission, then there's never going to be any challenge in playing that kind of mission again, because all of your pokémon will completely curbstomp it with no problem. And although they did a good job of speeding up the EXP-gain process once an underleveled pokémon actually gets to a dungeon, it's still a pain to have to click through party members learning eight new moves and evolving at the start of an expedition. On the whole I think it's a good thing, but it did irritate me at times.

The speed-up inside dungeons is mostly welcome, too, but combined with the changed field of view it often resulted in my last partner cheerfully wandering off to die and me not noticing until I'm all the way across the map because my character's dashing like a maniac. This became much less of a problem once I discovered reunion scarves and the fact that even equipping them from the other side of the dungeon will zap a wayward party member back to their rightful place, but for a while there I was rather stressed about keeping track of my party members at all times.

One common complaint I saw about the game was that there wasn't much pokémon variety. I didn't think this would bother me much, personally, but I actually found it very noticeable. Although there's a pretty large absolute number of species available (around 100, I think), when you consider how many different species are necessary to round out a dungeon, and then how many dungeons you'll go through over the course of the game, the lack of variety really does become noticeable. This was especially an issue for me at the beginning of the game, where a couple particularly irritating species (looking at you, litwick and klink) were EVERYWHERE. It meant that different dungeons felt same-y, even if the environment tiles were quite different. It didn't help that the pokémon are very heavy on Unovan lines, which by and large aren't my favorites.

Also the text speed... there is no effing excuse for the slow, fixed text speed. Same deal as with SuMo there. The cutscenes did not need to be longer!

But all in all I think the mechanics were an improvement over previous incarnations, and even the storyline, to some extent. It was just the blatant unfinished nature of the game and a couple seriously irritating elements that got introduced as a result that stopped it from being a top-tier entry in the series. It's disappointing, really, because I think they were trying to do something different and cool with this one, and just couldn't commit enough time and attention to make it work.

[newchapter-newbeginnings]

jan 26th.

I hate today.

I really truly honestly do hate today.

It didn’t start off this way but it sure as hell is ending like it.

Went in to school at 11am so that I could get some extra hitting time with Sauve. Honestly, I did it because I wanted to show him how well I actually have been hitting, but on a more personal note as its next to impossible to see 26 (or however money) girls at once.

SIDE NOTE: Krista told me that we are getting 12 or 13 girls next year.......let me repeat that for the people in the back, TWELVE OR THIRTEEN. I thought this year we had a lot of girls, I cannot imagine what it will be like adding what 7 more?!?!??!?!? Wow. I really hope that Sauve is able to run the program properly, like a strict JV/Varsity team, because we sure as hell will need it.

During the hitting session I felt so good, he gave me some notes, missed some balls, but it was really good, and I honestly can say I felt good with the progress that I showed Sauve, and he seemed very pleased in what I had to show.

Saw Trainer Kate and she flat out told me I wasn’t allowed to run. That sucked because I do not need anything else holding me back right now. But I have to admit defeat, my hamstring is literally K I L L I N G me. I do not want to admit it to anyone and I know I’ll say, “it hurts like a bitch” or “it’s bothering me” But I will honestly say that it hurts like a straight bitch. I really wish the pain would go completely away, and honestly it does for split seconds at a time. That’s probably the worst part, the feeling of finally feeling better, and then you push it to far and you are right back to where you started. I know injuries, especially muscle ones like the hamstring take time, and pretty much doing nothing, to heal it, but I want and need to be fine again.

Not that I felt off, but something felt off about practice. It might have started off and been the fact that I had to bike on that stupid damn bicycle and that injured people use. Basically letting everyone in the turf know that you cannot do it. Not to mention the team was talking on the other end of the turf room so I was not even near them. Or it might have started when I went to go turn the music up because I genuinely thought we could, and everyone screamed “NO” or “LOW”. Just the way it was said by everyone I did not like it one bit.

Now begin situations. Laura wasn’t here, she unfortunately had to get a surprise and short notice wisdom teeth removal surgery. Surprise, surprise, it’s time to choose who gets to go play in the infield and guess who does not get to do it, if you guessed me your right. 

------fast track-------

So I fcking suck and you would think that I would want to type this out right, and let loose of all my feelings? Ya you're wrong apparently.

It’s now Monday, january 30th so once again I fcking suck

To finish the story though.......

I basically had a bad day at first base.

It wasn’t awful where I was like what the fck do you even play softball, have you ever even touched one in your life.

But it got to the point where people, especially Sauve, were like cmon now let’s go what are you doing. I fumbled (is that how you spell it?!) a ground ball and forgot to go to cut once. 

AND THEN TOP IT OFF

Let me describe the situation:

There is a runner on second (could have been third but it’s irrelevant), and there is a ground that gets hit up the middle. But to be more specifically (not exaggerating), it was on the left side of second base, it was one of those where it was possible for the shortstop to get it, but also possible for it to go by her. So being a first baseman, ball gets hit to the infield, I am unsure whether it will get through, I go to first base to play it like a grounder. 

JOKES.

It goes through....So what does my ass have to do? Yup, I have to try and get to the middle of the fcking infield to be cut off. Well, it being a hard but not THAT hard ground ball it got to Karli in the outfield pretty quickly and she was able to get to it quick. Meanwhile your girl is hauling ass. H A U L I N G ass. Did I mention that my hamstring hurts and I’m not at 100%? So that definitely did not help my cause. Anyways, I did not get there for the cut and the ball should have been cut.

Moving faster throughout the story, Sauve yells and tells everyone to run two sprint jog laps. Too make me feel even shittier I cannot even run them with the team, I’m fcking sitting there doing abs I feel so damn useless.

So we had an easily 15-25 minute conversation about shit.

And basically I left practice feeling shitty about myself for this reason:

I work SO hard all the time to try and show Sauve and prove to everyone else that I can do this, I can play this position, I can hit, I can do this, you can trust and believe in me to do this. I do not want to tout my own horn but honestly I would say 80% of the time I play first base great. Pick up balls thrown in the dirt, am always lined up for cut, field ground balls, have good throws to third when needed. I am a very reliable and stable player in the way. But ask me if I ever feel like that is ever getting noticed. I may pick up 4 balls in the dirt in warmups and Laura may miss 2, but when it comes down to a full field drill, it will be Laura going in. I feel EXTREMELY under appreciated, and fortunately not from my team because I have had people, like two of my closest friends and my best friends (MK and Gietl), come up to me and let me know like hey I notice the work you’re putting in, you deserve to be there, keep keeping up the hard work. It is the coaching, or coach I guess, where I feel I do not get noticed for the effort, but then when I have a bad day, I just look straight fcking stupid. And this day I felt totally and completely defeated as I he used me as an example (as he should), but it was just something I felt completely stupid and thought “Wow okay now he decided to notice me AFTER I made a mistake and had not a great day.

SO. That was the practice aspect of why that day was so terrible.

I came back and I swear to god I went straight upstairs, took a shower, put my pjs on, turn off the lights and just laid in fcking bed. Thank goodness that day I drove by myself, so I was not responsible for anyone to drive with anyone back home. 

This is what drove me up a wall, and there is an 164% chance that I will be bringing this subject up again. 

Ask me if ANY of my roommates came into my room and tried to ask me what’s wrong or if I wanted to talk or ANYTHING. A N Y T H I N G.

It fcking blew my mind and mad me so angry and so upset and so lonely that they couldn’t be bothered to try and comfort me or try anything, even if I said no, to know they tried would have made me so much better.

I sat in darkness and silence the entire fucking night and I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, I wanted to go home and never leave.

(honestly tearing up right now rewriting this and bringing my feelings up again wow)

Oh but wait! Sydni Pauley (I know from her who have fcking thought) decided to text me at I swear 10pm, maybe later, and said “r u ok”

L O L

I mean I said I wanted something but honestly I would have rather gotten nothing than gotten that because that just felt pathetic and at that point looking or gossip and did not feel caring or anything.

I said something along the lines that I had a lot of emotions and feelings and they just got built up and practice made it worse.

Anyways point of this is that it was a pathetic conversation and I feel like she didn’t truly care because she didn’t try to dig deeper and try to talk to me or anything.

*I’m about to exaggerate so brace yourself*

But it’s like she saw me got hit by a car, then stood there waiting and seeing my limp body on the ground. Then decided to stroll over, and see if I was breathing. Felt I had a pulse then walked away.

I feel like that was a pretty intense metaphor, but it gets my point across anyways.

It was just bad.

But thank god for Netflix and 90210 because I was able to get out of my own world and think about all the drama and shit going down in that world! It was nice to watch like 6 episodes.

So thats that.

Sorry I still fcking suck at posting and couldn’t even do it on the day that I needed it the most. (Or even the day after).

Tor.