#looking forward to the end of the semester

[dykebehaviour]

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loser!ellie x loser!reader

cw: loser!ellie, loser!reader, college au, film major!reader, physics major!ellie, fluff, first kiss

a/n: if you know where the title is from please marry me.

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the smell of stale coffee and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights greeted you as you set up your camera in the small seminar room on the edge of campus. film major through and through, you thrived on telling stories, and this semester’s big assignment was a documentary, something you’d been itching to do since freshman year.

the subject? space.

specifically, the mystery and wonder of it, told through the lens of people who knew it best. your professor had suggested you recruit a physics major, someone obsessed with the cosmos, to add scientific depth. you hadn’t expected it to be this complicated.

you glanced down at the list of volunteers your classmates had signed up for. most of them had been enthusiastic, but none had seemed to click with your vision. until you saw the name: ellie williams.

ellie was the kind of person who seemed to carry a galaxy in her eyes. you’d noticed her before - messy auburn mullet, glasses perpetually slipping down her nose and an almost invisible shield of quiet confidence wrapped around her slight frame.

sh was well-known around campus as the physics nerd who could talk your ear off about gravitational waves and quantum entanglement, but somehow looked like she’d rather be anywhere else.

you scanned the room again as ellie entered, dragging a beat-up backpack stuffed with notebooks and textbooks, eyes fixed on her phone. you gathered your courage and waved.

“hey! you must be ellie, right?” your voice was a bit shaky - first impressions mattered, and you weren’t great at those.

she looked up, startled, and blinked at you with a little smile. “yeah, that’s me. i’m here for the documentary thing.” her voice was soft but sure.

you grinned, gesturing to the chair beside you. “awesome. i’m glad you signed up. i’ve got a bunch of questions that i think only someone who really loves space can answer.”

ellie sat down, careful not to spill her mountain of papers. “well, i’m happy to help. though fair warning, i tend to ramble.”

“perfect. that’s exactly what i need.”

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over the next few weeks, you and ellie fell into a rhythm. you’d meet in the library basement or the campus observatory at odd hours, times when the stars were brightest and the halls were quietest. ellie would talk endlessly about black holes, the dance of galaxies, and how tiny particles might hold the secrets to the universe, and you would listen, fascinated and scribbling notes faster than you could keep up.

your own world was different - films, scripts, lighting, framing - but you found yourself fascinated by hers. you started to see space not just as cold and empty, but as a vast stage, full of drama and mystery, just like your favorite movies. and ellie, shy and nerdy and passionate, was the perfect guide.

you learned how to hold a microphone steady while she explained dark energy; you learned that she hated being called a “space nerd” but secretly loved it. she found out that your favorite director was tarkovsky, and that you could quote 2001: a space odyssey almost word for word.

sometimes, after long recording sessions, you’d end up talking about everything but space. favourite movies, childhood memories, the weird quirks of your families. ellie would laugh, really laugh, at your bad impressions of your film professor, and you’d catch the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, like she was surprised to find someone who understood her in a way few did.

it was late one thursday when you realised you’d been looking forward to your meetings with ellie for more than just the documentary. you were sitting cross-legged on the floor of the film lab, headphones dangling around your neck, when she looked up from her notes.

“hey,” she said quietly, eyes not quite meeting yours. “do you wanna grab a coffee after this?”

you blinked, surprised by the invitation. “yeah. yeah, i’d like that.”

that night, you wandered the dimly lit streets together, your conversation turning from quasars to favorite childhood cartoons, and somewhere between laughing over a burnt espresso and sharing stories under a flickering streetlamp, you felt the slow shift - a friendship turning into something tender and new.

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it was the night of your last scheduled interview, midterm week had ended, and you’d promised ellie one final session beneath the observatory’s dome. the telescope stood silent, its lens pointed toward the heavens. you set up two small lights to give just enough glow for the shot; ellie hovered beside you, cheeks flushed from the chill.

“ready?” you whispered, eyes on the camera’s tiny red recording light.

she nodded, then paused, her gaze drifting from you to the opening in the dome where stars peeked through. you watched her profile, how the soft light caught her hair, how her lips parted as if to speak. without thinking, you reached out and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

ellie’s breath caught. you felt the quiet hum of the machinery around you, the distant buzz of campus life fading away. then you lowered the camera, heart thudding in your chest, and stepped closer. her eyes met yours - wide, hopeful, the color of moonlight through smoke - and everything else melted away.

“can i…?” you asked, voice barely more than a breath.

ellie’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “please.”

you leaned in, and the world shifted. your lips brushed hers, soft and hesitant at first, like the first tentative note in a symphony neither of you knew the full score to yet. she tasted faintly of peppermint and nervous excitement. you curled your hand around the back of her neck, guiding her closer, and the kiss deepened - slow, searching, a promise unfolding in the silence of the dome. when you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting together.

“wow,” you whispered, shaky.

ellie laughed softly, half-smiling against your skin. “best. interview. ever.”

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dating ellie was like finding a secret constellation that only you knew about. it wasn’t flashy or loud. it was quiet mornings spent tangled in mismatched blankets, afternoons curled up watching old sci-fi movies while she explained the scientific inaccuracies with a grin, and evenings at the observatory, where she’d point out stars while you sketched her profile in your notebook.

there was comfort in the way she’d reach for your hand without hesitation, the way your laughter bounced off her walls when she teased you for quoting every line of lady bird, and the small, perfect moments - like the time she brought you a tiny model spaceship she’d painted herself, or when you stayed up late editing the final cut of your documentary, shoulders touching, content just to be near each other.

your slow burn had finally ignited into something warm and brilliant, like the very stars ellie adored.

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the night before your documentary premiere, ellie held your hand tight backstage.

“ready?” she asked, voice low but steady.

you nodded, squeezing back. “with you? always.”

and as the lights dimmed and your film flickered across the screen, you caught her smile, bright and proud in the dark - your favorite kind of space.

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[unabashegirl]

Crave — part V

Y/N x Professor Harry Styles share a secret passion that could destroy them both. Crossing the line means risking everything.

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Y/N tried to go through her classes like normal, immersing herself in her work and in the day-to-day rush of campus life. But every time she caught a glimpse of Harry—or even thought she saw him in the distance—her heart would skip, and she’d immediately turn the other way. She’d been so convinced, for that brief, reckless moment, that what they shared had meant more. The memory of his touch, his warmth, lingered like a shadow, making it impossible to forget.

It was humiliating to think she’d allowed herself to believe that they could be more than just professor and student, that he might have seen her as more than a momentary slip, a mistake. She kept her head down in class, choosing a seat at the far back and barely looking up as he lectured, determined to keep her emotions hidden. She felt embarrassed, not just by what had happened but by her own feelings—by the fact that she wanted him, that she had let herself hope for something impossible.

And every time she thought of him, she couldn’t help but feel the sting of his final words. It had meant something to him, he’d said, but the line he’d drawn between them now felt unbreakable, as though he was warning her to let go.

It was a cold, gray Thursday afternoon, and Y/N was buried in her notebook, lost in an attempt to stay ahead of her assignments and keep her mind occupied. She’d almost forgotten the bitter cold creeping through the air when Liv’s voice pulled her back to reality, accompanied by the rush of footsteps closing in.

“Y/N!” Liv called, breathless and flushed from running across campus. She skidded to a stop beside her, panting heavily, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and disbelief. “Oh my god, have you heard the news?”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by her friend’s urgency. “What are you talking about?”

Liv caught her breath, leaning forward with hands on her knees for a moment before standing up straight. “Professor Styles. He… he quit,” she managed, watching Y/N’s reaction closely. “Apparently, he’s leaving before the semester ends. Right now, he’s packing up his office.”

Y/N felt a strange, hollow sensation bloom in her chest as Liv’s words settled in. The world around her felt like it had tilted slightly, leaving her off-balance. He was leaving.

The words echoed in her mind, a relentless hum that drowned out everything else. He was leaving. She tried to keep her face neutral, but a spark of panic clawed its way through her chest, tightening with each passing second.

“Are you sure?” Y/N finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Liv nodded, looking at her with a sympathetic frown. “Yeah, I heard some of the other students talking about it, and then I saw him through his office window. He looked… busy, like he was packing up everything.” She placed a hand on Y/N’s arm. “I know he was your favorite professor. This sucks.”

Y/N could only nod, the hollow ache in her chest deepening. Her feet felt like lead, rooting her to the spot as she struggled to absorb what Liv had said. She couldn’t process it—couldn’t believe he’d actually leave. A surge of helplessness filled her as she thought of all the times she’d tried to catch his gaze, to at least get some closure or understand what he felt, only to be met with a carefully blank expression, a polite distance that seemed to stretch further each day.

“I—I have to go,” Y/N murmured, more to herself than to Liv.

Liv’s brows shot up, surprise flickering across her face, but she didn’t question it. She simply nodded. “Go on. If you need anything… let me know, okay?”

With a final, encouraging squeeze on her arm, Liv stepped back, letting Y/N make her way across campus. Each step felt heavier than the last as she neared his office, the cool air biting at her cheeks. Her mind raced with a thousand unspoken questions, a litany of what-ifs that hung in the air between them. She knew this was her only chance—if she didn’t go to him now, she’d regret it forever.

Finally, she reached his office door, slightly ajar, a glimpse of his familiar workspace now littered with boxes and the remnants of what had once made it feel like his space. Harry was there, moving through the small room in focused silence, packing books into a box with a quiet efficiency. He looked… different, a heaviness in his movements that seemed foreign, unnatural.

Y/N knocked softly on the doorframe, the sound barely audible over the hum of the building. He turned, surprised, his eyes meeting hers for the first time in what felt like an eternity. For a brief second, something flashed in his gaze—a mixture of regret, longing, maybe even pain—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his familiar guarded expression.

“Y/N,” he greeted her, his voice calm but distant. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Y/N swallowed, her throat tight, every ounce of practiced composure unraveling as she stepped into his office. The space looked so foreign with the bare shelves, the emptied drawers, and the half-packed boxes scattered around. She was used to seeing his things carefully arranged, to the quiet warmth that lingered here despite his restrained demeanor. Now, it felt as if the life had been drained from it—like he was erasing himself.

“I just heard… that you’re leaving,” she managed, forcing the words out, though they sounded more vulnerable than she intended.

Harry nodded, his gaze dropping as he placed another book into a box, carefully avoiding her eyes. “Yes, I am. An opportunity came up, and it felt like the right time.” His tone was detached, businesslike, but she could hear the faint edge of something deeper beneath it.

She stepped closer, barely able to keep her voice steady. “You’re leaving before the semester ends…?” She couldn’t keep the ache from her words, and it lingered between them, heavy and unspoken.

His hands paused over the book he was holding, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. For a long moment, he seemed to be fighting with himself, and then he looked up at her, his eyes darker and more intense than she’d ever seen. “It’s for the best,” he replied softly, the words sounding as though he were trying to convince himself as much as her.

The weight of that simple statement settled over her like a stone, and she felt her chest tighten, a mixture of anger and hurt swirling within her. “Is that all?” she whispered, the vulnerability slipping through her voice despite herself. “Just… leaving, what about me?”

His gaze held hers, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Y/N, don’t make this harder than it has to be,” he said quietly, almost pleading, though his expression remained controlled. But there was something there—a shadow of the connection they’d shared, the way he had looked at her that night, the way he had held her as though he’d never wanted to let go.

She took a shaky breath, not breaking his gaze. “It meant something to me,” she admitted, the words barely louder than a whisper. She didn’t know if it was foolish or brave to say it, but she couldn’t leave without him knowing. “I thought it did for you, too.”

Harry’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the carefully controlled mask he always wore slipped away, revealing the hint of vulnerability beneath. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking almost… defeated.

“It did mean something, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if admitting it to himself as much as to her. “That’s why I’m leaving. I can’t stay here and pretend it didn’t happen, that it didn’t change… everything.” He swallowed, his gaze fixed on hers, searching her face as if hoping she would understand.

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she took in his words. She wanted to argue, to tell him there had to be another way. But the look in his eyes stopped her—filled with regret, with longing, but also with a kind of painful resolve.

“You… you don’t have to leave,” she murmured, the words slipping out, even though she knew the answer. “We could just… figure it out.”

He shook his head slowly, a faint, sad smile tugging at his lips. “You and I both know it’s not that simple. I’d only be putting you in a more difficult position. I’ve already crossed lines I shouldn’t have.” His voice was steady, but there was a tightness in it, an undertone of guilt that twisted the knife even deeper.

Y/N felt a hot surge of frustration and sadness. This wasn’t how she’d imagined things would end—she hadn’t imagined an end at all.

The silence between them thickened, filled with everything they weren’t saying. Y/N’s heart twisted painfully as she stood there, feeling like she was losing something she hadn’t even realized she needed so desperately.

“You’re just going to walk away?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly despite her best efforts to hold it together. She took a step closer, unable to help herself. “After everything, you’re going to leave me here like this, wondering if it was all in my head?”

Harry’s expression softened, his gaze flickering to the floor before returning to hers. “I’m leaving because it wasn’t in your head, Y/N. Because it was real, and if I stay…” He trailed off, as if struggling to find the right words. “If I stay, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep myself from wanting more. And that isn’t fair to you.”

She bit her lip, swallowing down the ache swelling in her throat. “Maybe that’s not your decision to make,” she whispered, barely able to meet his gaze. “Maybe I want more, too.”

A flicker of something—hope, perhaps—crossed his face before he clenched his jaw, the struggle evident in his expression. “I know you think that now,” he replied, his voice gentler, but still edged with finality. “But one day, you’ll understand why I’m doing this. And you’ll thank me for it.”

Y/N shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I don’t think I will.”

Harry looked at her, his own eyes bright with something he was trying hard to hold back. He stepped closer, his hand hovering just inches from her cheek as if he wanted to touch her, to hold her one last time, but couldn’t bring himself to break that final boundary. Instead, he let his hand fall back to his side, his voice barely a murmur as he spoke.

“For what it’s worth… you’ve made it impossible to leave without regret,” he said, his voice heavy. “But I don’t know how to stay without hurting you more.”

And with that, he turned, his steps slow and reluctant as he moved back toward his desk, leaving Y/N standing there, her heart splintering into pieces she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to gather again.

The next day, Y/N found herself numb as she walked through the empty campus, feeling the dull ache of Harry’s absence more intensely than she’d expected. She told herself it was better this way, that the clean break would hurt less in the long run. But as she neared his office one last time, something inside her wavered, and she found herself reaching for the door, her fingers brushing the handle before she pushed it open.

The room was bare, the shelves emptied, and his desk cleared, except for a single envelope resting in the center, her name written across it in his careful handwriting.

Her heart pounded as she reached for it, her hands trembling slightly as she unfolded the note.

Y/N,

I find it strange, writing this to you when I could have said it out loud, but some things are easier to say when you don’t have to watch the person they’re meant for look back at you.

Leaving wasn’t a choice I wanted to make, but it’s the only one that feels right. You deserve someone who can give you every part of themselves without restraint, who isn’t haunted by lines they’ve crossed or rules they’ve broken. I may have been reckless, but please don’t mistake that for regret. Knowing you, being close to you… those are the moments that will stay with me. They’ve already become memories I hold close, though I had no right to make them with you.

You are fiercely intelligent, maddeningly captivating, and you possess a lightness that I never meant to shadow. It’s not goodbye, because a connection like ours doesn’t disappear. I’ll carry you with me, as a quiet ache and an unforgettable truth.

Take care of yourself, Y/N. You are remarkable.

—Harry

As she read his words, her heart twisted. They captured everything he hadn’t said, and everything she had wanted to believe in.

Y/N read the letter over and over, her heart twisting with each line, his carefully chosen words both a balm and a wound. She could picture him sitting at that very desk, pen in hand, struggling over each sentence, the way he always did when something mattered to him.

The ache he left behind wasn’t just from his absence—it was from knowing he felt as deeply as she did, yet still chose to walk away. She slipped the note back into the envelope and held it tightly as she walked back to her dorm, trying to ignore the quiet hope that told her this couldn’t be the end.

The following days were filled with a strange emptiness. She went to class, pretended to listen, and tried to focus on her studies. But her thoughts kept circling back to him, to the mornings she’d glance at the door, half-expecting him to walk in with his usual calm and a quiet look in her direction. His absence felt like a physical space, one she kept accidentally stumbling into.

One chilly afternoon, as she sat by the library window with her textbooks, she caught sight of his office door across the courtyard. Her heart squeezed at the sight, knowing it was someone else’s now, that his papers, his books, his scent were all gone. She thought about going in, just once more, but she couldn’t bring herself to face that emptiness.

But just as she turned back to her books, she noticed a familiar figure walking across the courtyard. Her heart nearly stopped—it was him.

Y/N’s heart stuttered as she watched Harry stride across the courtyard, hands in the pockets of his coat, head down as if deep in thought. It was surreal, seeing him so suddenly when she’d nearly convinced herself she’d never see him again.

Without another thought, she gathered her things and hurried outside, her pulse racing as she tried to catch up. She called his name, her voice barely above a whisper at first, but loud enough to reach him in the quiet of the late afternoon. He slowed, pausing, then turned to see her approaching. His eyes softened as they landed on her, but there was a guardedness to his expression, a hesitation that tugged at her heart.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and something else she couldn’t quite place. He looked as if he’d been bracing himself for this moment, yet it still seemed to catch him off-guard.

For a moment, they just stood there, an unspoken tension weaving between them. She took a steadying breath, trying to gather her thoughts, but everything she’d rehearsed melted away now that he was in front of her.

“Why did you come back?” she asked finally, her voice barely a murmur, as if saying it louder would make him disappear.

Harry looked down, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Loose ends,” he said, almost to himself, before meeting her gaze again. “There were things I hadn’t finished… or things I thought I could leave behind.”

She swallowed, a spark of hope stirring within her, but she kept her expression steady. “Like what?”

He glanced around, as if searching for the right words. “Like you,” he admitted quietly. His gaze was intense, fixed on hers, and in that moment, she felt every unsaid thing between them ripple to the surface, like a wave threatening to pull her under.

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, but she held herself still, her heart pounding wildly. “Then why did you leave?” she whispered, unable to keep the ache from her voice.

Harry exhaled, his gaze dropping to the ground. “Because I thought it was the right thing to do,” he said, his voice strained. “But sometimes isn’t about doing what is right, but what feels right.” He stepped closer, just enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from him, his gaze searching hers. “Should we try again?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, a flicker of disbelief mixed with the hope that had refused to fade. Without a word, she nodded, feeling that if she spoke, the spell would break. And for a moment, they just stood there, the world quiet around them, holding onto the fragile hope they’d both found their way back to.

Harry stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze sweeping over her, as if he were drinking in every detail—the curve of her smile, the way her eyes sparkled with uncertainty yet hope. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” he admitted, his voice steadying, grounding her in the chaos of emotions swirling between them.

She took a hesitant step forward, her heart racing as he mirrored her movement. The air around them thickened with a familiar tension, the kind they had danced around for so long.

“Then show me,” she challenged, a teasing lilt creeping into her voice, emboldened by the depth of what they both knew they wanted. “Show me that you’re serious about this.”

With a grin that sent shivers down her spine, Harry closed the gap between them, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, grazing her skin, and she felt a jolt of electricity pass through her.

“Here?” he asked, his voice low and husky, eyes darkening with desire. “Or somewhere more… private?”

“Somewhere more private,” she whispered, heart racing, anticipation dancing on the edge of her thoughts.

With a shared glance that spoke volumes, they turned and walked away from the familiar, hand in hand, stepping into a world that felt both new and achingly familiar. The campus faded behind them, replaced by the promise of uncharted territory—together, this time, no walls between them.

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[osohchoso]

Shattered Ice

Chapter Nine- Nosedive

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

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Content: college au, hockey au, first dates, choso and yuki lore, blood, praise, oral sex (f receiving) MDNI

A chill runs up your spine, forcing you to leave the comfort of your bed. You let out a hiss the second your bare feet meet the icy wooden floor of your bedroom. It has been so cold lately, to the point where you had to swap your usual blankets out for the thicker, warmer ones you keep stashed away. Trying to be as quick as possible so you can return to the warmth of your bed, you run out to the hallway and tap the buttons on the thermostat to crank up the heat. 

You still couldn’t believe how drastic the weather changed the second it had turned December. Goodbye to the crunchy leaves and chilly breeze, hello freezing temps and falling snow.

And today was the worst day yet. Technically, it started last night. Snow started to fall around 8pm and showed no signs of stopping. Then the temperatures dropped drastically overnight. The roads were nothing but a sheet of ice by the time the sun started to shine. You were surprised to wake up to the text that the college decided to cancel all classes for today, giving you a three-day weekend. 

So today you would be lazy.

Walking back into your room, you spot the hoodie Choso left behind during his last visit. You slip that over your pjs and jump back in bed, not caring that it was already noon, pulling all the blankets over your head in a cocoon. The scent of his cologne just barely remained on the fabric.

After his birthday, you haven't seen him much outside of games and the class you both share. He has been so busy, and the days he wasn’t, you were. You were thankful the two of you were so ahead on your project since there hadn’t been a chance for you both to work on it together. Even though you still attended the games, the end of semester papers captured most of your free time, meaning you had to sacrifice going to the after parties with him and your friends.

Sober Choso wasn’t much for PDA.  Offering you nothing more than a peck to your cheek before departing from class or a warm hug when you see him after the games. Sometimes, he would reach out for your hand during class and hold it under the desk. The nightly phone calls were not enough. You wanted his lips on your again, his hands on your skin.

You were really starting to miss him.

Your eyelids flutter closed, drifting back to sleep. He even haunted you in your dreams. Pushing you down to the bed, looking at you with lust-filled eyes as he tears off his clothes. His hands travel up your bare thigh as he spreads your legs wide, your body trembling under his warm touch. His cock was huge, the tip nudging against your entrance. Teasing you, he wanted you to beg for it. 

He thrusts forward, but before you can feel the sensation of his cock stretching you, you are rudely awoken by the constant vibrations of your phone. 

You sit straight up in a panic, the blankets falling around you. Your whole body felt hot as you panted, struggling to come back to reality after that. 

You grab your phone to see who so rudely decided to wake you up from the best dream of your life, but the caller ID only made your heart stutter.

[ incoming call from Cho]

You swipe across the screen to answer immediately. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Your voice was slightly hoarse with sleep.

“Oh sorry, were you napping sleepyhead?” The sound of his laugh warmed you, body and soul.

“Yeah…I was. But I’m up now. What are you up to?”

“Well…classes were canceled, as you know. And so was the team’s practice and tonight's game. Sooo…I’m on my way to pick you up.”

“Right now?!” You jump out of the bed, frantically looking around the bedroom.

“Yeah, figured it’s finally time for us to go on that date. Can you be ready in twenty?”

“Where are we going?” You're already rushing around the room and rummaging through your closet.

“It’s a surprise. You'll find out when we get there.”

“Okay…but what do I wear Cho? Like, there is a drastic difference between a movie date outfit and a restaurant date.” There is a pause on the other side as he thinks, not wanting to spoil the surprise just yet.

“You look good in everything…but something comfortable, and warm too. See you soon.” He hangs up before you can ask any more follow-up questions.

You scan through your clothing, trying to find something appropriate for this mystery date. You still have no clue where you were going, what you could be doing, but he clearly had the whole thing planned. 

You did your hair and makeup as quickly as you could. Pulling on a sweater and layering a fuzzy coat over top. Luckily, you were ready by the time you heard his fists knocking against the door. Before leaving the room, you spritzed some of that honey perfume you know he loves so much.

“Hey,” you pull the door open to see him smiling on the other side. His hair pulled up in two spiky pigtails, a white jacket overtop his black long sleeve shirt, dark jeans and a purple scarf draped around his neck.

“Hey gorgeous,” he leans down to press a light peck to your check before offering his hand. “Ready to go?” 

“Yes,” you lace your fingers with his as he leads you out to the parking lot of your dorm. Opening the door for his car and ushering you inside. You settle into the passenger seat and strap the seat belt over your chest.

“Soo…when are you going to tell me where you're taking me?” You don't hold back, blurting the question out the second he slips into his seat. Not knowing is eating you alive.

“You'll have to wait until we get there.” He chuckles as he turns the key in the ignition. Before he backs out of the space, he turns to look at you, his pigtails flopping as he cocks his head. “Do you trust me?” 

“Of course I do.”

“Good, then be a good girl for me and keep your eyes shut 'til we get there.”

“Um…what?” You're not sure what surprised you more, the request to close your eyes for the entire drive or the way he called you good girl.

“You heard me,” he raises an eyebrow. He was 100% serious. “It's not a far drive.” 

“Fine…it better be worth it,” the last sight you see was a flash of his cocky smile.

“It will be, I promise.”

He wasn't lying about the drive; it felt less than 5 minutes in total. Which only made more questions bounce around in your head. You don't even think you left campus. What could be so close yet also date worthy?

The second the car is parked, he's cutting off the engine and scrambling around to the other side to open your door. A blast of freezing air hits your face, and you fight the urge to open your eyes.

“Keep them closed, but take my hand,” he explains as he unbuckles you then laces his fingers with yours to gently pull you up. The parking lot is icy, and you lose your balance slightly. Before you can fall and hurt yourself, Choso wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you into him tightly. “Easy there, can't have you getting hurt before the fun even begins.”

“Well, maybe if I could see–” he cuts you off with a deep kiss. You've missed the taste of him, the way his lips fit perfectly against yours. He pushes you slightly against the side of his car, continuing to kiss you.

“Keep. Them. Closed.” He punctuates each whispered word with a tender peck before pulling away, letting you lean against the car while you catch your breath. You do as he says, listening to him as he grabs something out of the back seat before taking your hand once again.

“Follow me,” he leads you away from the car, holding onto you tightly and leading you toward the mysterious location. “Almost there,” he pulls open a door and then walks you inside the building. 

“Open your eyes!” He says the second the door closes behind you, excitement dripping in his tone.

Blinking a few times to adjust to the bright overhead lights, you recognize this place immediately. Hockey awards and team photographs line the walls around the closed concession stands. Two double doors pulled wide open that led into the stands of the ice rink. You have been to Kaisen University’s arena countless times but seeing it during the day and while no one is here felt odd. 

“Ta-da!” Choso is beaming at you, utterly happy with his surprise. Yet you only feel more confused than anything. Why here? You weren’t sure what you had expected, but this certainly wasn't any of the options you thought up.

“Um…what are we doing here? Did you forget something?” You note the small gym bag over his shoulder, likely the item he picked up from his back seat before heading in. Neither of you had talked about what kind of dates you like, so maybe he brought you here to give you a history lesson on the sport? To show off all the awards his team has earned? You chew the inside of your lip, ready to indulge the cute boy in whatever date he has planned. Even if it wasn’t your idea of how to spend this day off. Noticing the confusion on your face, he places a hand to your back and leads you through the double doors and down the stairs that cut through the stands.

“No, this is the date, silly.” He walks you to the spot where the players normally sit while not on the ice, then motions for you to take a seat on the bench. “With no classes, no games and no practice…the school decided to open up the ice rink for students to come skate today!” He sets the bag on the bench next to you. Looking out, there are a handful of students skating around, no one who you recognize. Clearly, the school didn't advertise this much as it appears dead in here. At least there won’t be many witnesses when you inevitably fall.

Shit. When is it a good time to tell him you suck at skating?

“Choso…I don’t own any ice skates,” you were trying not to panic, trying not to make a huge deal out of this. The last time you even attempted to skate was well over 10 years ago now. Your family lost track of how many times you fell, and the next morning, you were sore and covered in bruises. There was no way you would survive this date. 

“No worries, I’m pretty sure you and Yuki wear the same size…so I just borrowed one of hers for today.” He unzips the bag and pulls out a pair of hockey skates, then he kneels on the ground in front of you. His fingers quickly unlace your boots, and he slides on the skates. Of course they were a perfect fit, damn him for being so prepared. “How does that feel?” He asks after tying them tightly.

“It feels fine. But Choso,” his head looks up at the sound of his name, still kneeling on the ground in front of you. “I don’t know how to skate.”

“I can teach you,” He smiles, happy to help. When he notices how you remain tense, he places a hand on each of your knees and speaks softer. “Don’t worry, I won't let you fall. Just stick with me, hold onto me. You'll be a pro in no time.”

“Okay, I trust you.”

With your acceptance, he rises off the ground and sits beside you to lace on his own pair of skates.

“So…how do I even start to skate? What should I do?” 

“Well, you're gonna push off with one foot and fwoosh–” Choso pauses in tying his skates to give you a description using mostly wild hand gestures and exaggerated sound effects. You can’t help but feel even more lost than you did 2 minutes ago.

“Cho…you're making no sense.” You can't help but break out in a laugh.

“I’m sorry! It’s just hard to explain. It’s muscle memory for me, but I can teach you better by showing you. You have to feel it for yourself.” He laughs back. He taps his heel on the ground twice before standing up and offering you a hand. He pulls you up and leads you toward the opening to the ice. Not once does he let go of you. He steps out backward and holds his other hand out for you to take.

“Be careful, there is a small step down. Don’t trip,” He warns you.

With both your hands in his, you step out onto the slippery ice rink. Your legs wobble and your knees threaten to give in, making you look like a newborn baby deer. Before you can crumble to the ground in an ungraceful mess, he pulls you closer to him to steady you.

“Easy, I've got you.” He whispers calmly. “Just focus on standing, work on your balance.” After a few deep breaths, you manage to stand up straight. You probably could hold your balance on your own, but Choso keeps his grip on you. You look up into his eyes, yours shining with happiness and his with pride. “There you go!” 

“I can’t believe it! I’m actually standing on the ice!”

“Step one done, we still have a lot to go though! Now it’s time to actually skate.” He grips both of your hands as he skates backwards, towing you around as he smiles. He was such a skilled skater, with a mental map of the rink, that he didn’t even need to look where he was going. As he moves, you start to feel yourself fall backward but he pulls your arms to keep you upright.

“Just get used to the feelin’ of the ice under you, keep working on your balance.”

“You're such a good skater Cho, who taught you?”

“Yuki’s family actually,” he laughs bashfully. “When we first became friends in high school, we were looking for some club or sport we could do together after school. Her parents were both figure skaters, and after they retired from competing, they taught youth classes. My family couldn’t afford to send me, but they did it all for free.”

“Wow, that's really generous.”

“They are very kind. They let my brothers and I come over a lot when our grandfather was working. Before his health declined, he would work two or three jobs to support all of us. But Yuki’s family would treat us as their own. Let us stay the night, helped with our homework, and even feed us dinner when money was tight.”

You notice a slight glimmer of unshed tears along his lower lash line as he thinks back on the past.

“But her family taught me everything I knew about skating. Yuki was already a pro, she had been trained her whole life, but I definitely sucked at first. She was already this graceful figure skater, and I was just some awkward guy who kept falling on his ass.” He lets out a deep laugh. “But I got better over time.”

“I can’t even imagine you falling!” You laugh along with him. “You seem like the best skater there is.”

“You should have seen us at our first figure skating competition.” He smiles.

“Wait what!? You…figure skating!?”

“Yeah…that’s why they were teaching me. Yuki wanted a partner. I was strong enough to lift her, and I was fast and able to keep up with her. But I was also a bit clumsy, so we didn’t place.”

“I just can’t imagine it…you in the outfits they wear?” You burst out laughing at the mental picture of Choso wearing tight pants and some sort of colorful and sparkly top.

“Shut up!” He laughs. “I bet there is a video of it somewhere, maybe if you are nice to me, I’ll show you some day.”

“Please, I would love to see it.” You try to control your laughter, biting down on your lip to silence yourself. It’s hard to think of him on the ice in any other way than the muscular wall of a goalie. “I feel like you're gaslighting me, there is no way you and Yuki were figure skaters.”

He stops pulling you and gives you a challenging look.

“Hold onto the wall and watch.” Your hand grips the sidewall of the ice rink when he releases you.

You watch as he skates off toward the center of the mostly empty rink. Small little twirls and jumps to the beat of an imaginary song inside his head. For his finishing move, he began to spin in a tight circle with one foot held straight out in the air, squatting lower and lower while still maintaining his balance.

He never ceases to steal the breath from your lungs.

Finished showing off, he skates back to you at full speed. Looking again like the hockey player you are used to seeing. Before he reaches you, he turns the blades of his skates at a sharp angle to shave the ice and spray snow onto your pants.

“Choso!!” You scold him, watching him laugh as he crouches to brush the white from your clothing.

“Sorry…couldn’t resist.” He lets out a hearty laugh. When he stands back up at your side, he takes one of your hands in his, keeping your free hand by the wall in case you felt like you were losing your balance. With a few hesitant glides from your feet, you were skating beside him. 

“You're such a show off…you know that?”

“I know.” He doesn’t even attempt to deny it. 

“So, how did you and Yuki go from figure skating to hockey?”

“Well, after all my lessons, I learned how much I loved the ice. So, I tried out for the high school hockey team and got picked instantly. I was better suited for that anyway. Yuki attempted to join too, but our high school team wouldn’t allow girls to play. In the end, we didn’t end up being able to play a sport together.”

“That really sucks.”

“Mhm, but we would still skate together on the weekends. She also ended up joining a roller derby team. It was funny at first, I was so used to seeing her as some dainty dancer out on the ice, you can imagine my surprise the first time I saw her slam into someone during roller derby.”

“How did you both end up at Kaisen University then?” You loved to hear him talk, listening to him share parts of his past that you didn’t know about yet.

“Well, Yuki graduated before me. A ton of schools wanted her actually, she is really smart. But she still had that dream of playing hockey. So, she asked them all who would allow a female player, and only KU agreed. Then I made it my goal to be accepted too. Several schools scouted me during my senior year, but I was only ever going to accept an offer from KU.”

“And now you two finally get to play together.” You smile over at him. You can’t help but think how cute and special their friendship is, even if it makes you just a tiny bit jealous.

“Yup, after all this time, we finally get to be on the same team.” He returns your smile, then drops your hand. You don’t even notice, continuing to skate alongside him. “Hey! Look at you! Skating all on your own!” 

You look down at your feet and then your hand to notice the absence of his. He was right! Here you were, skating beside him all by yourself.

“I’m really doing it!” You exclaim. You never could have imagined this, you had always thrown away the idea of skating after the many bad experiences you had growing up.

“You're doing amazing,” he looks at you warmly. “I knew you could do it.”

The two of you continue to skate beside each other. Each passing minute, you gain more confidence, more balance, more speed. Choso continues to glance over at you, partially checking if your form needed to be corrected and partially admiring your beauty. 

“You look a little cold.” He stops himself, and you fall in line beside him. He rests the back of his hand on your cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me!” He pouts.

“I guess I didn’t notice. I’ve just been having so much fun.”

Your answer doesn’t soothe the worry in his stomach, with a frown, he unwraps the scarf from his neck, then drapes it around you. He makes sure to cover your chilly nose and cheeks, leaving a small kiss on your forehead as the finishing touch. Your face heats up at his kind gesture, making your body forget it was ever even cold.

“Soo…what is the plan after this?” You ask as you push off with your skates, your voice slightly muffled under the new cloth layer.

“Hmm…I was thinking we could grab a bite to eat? I’m sure you'll be hungry after all this skating.”

“Food sounds good.” You agree. “Where at?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” He admits with a laugh. “But there is also a party tonight if you want to go? Even with the game canceled, Sukuna still wants to throw a rager.”

“Sounds like a plan. Dinner and the party.” 

An idea pops in your head. 

“Are you up for a bet?” You turn on your heel, bracing yourself on the side wall for support.

“Always,” he stops to face you, an eyebrow raised at your proposal. 

“Let's have a small race, the winner decides where to get food at? And the loser pays.” 

“You know you’ll lose right?”

You did, and you wanted to. Choso is always so thoughtful; he deserves to experience the same care and affection that he gives. You wanted to spoil him, let him feel the same way you do during this date. 

“Deal, one lap around the rink. Ready?” He lines himself up next to you once you nod. “Go!”

You both take off, you are putting your full effort into it, but you can tell he is holding back. Keeping pace beside you, letting you almost get the lead. If he really tried, he would be halfway across the rink by now. He was trying to lose.

“Choso! You're cheating!” You scowl at him. “Play fair or the deal is off.”

 “Fine,” he rolls his eyes. Taking off across the rink at the speed you're used to seeing him use.

You push yourself a little harder, muscles straining in your legs as you attempt to gain more speed. You knew there was no winning, but it was fun to try. You watch as Choso rounds the corner ahead of you, throwing a cocky smirk your way. It wouldn’t be long until he ended up passing you.

You begin to feel your balance give out; your body not used to the speed you're now skating at. You attempt to reach for the wall to steady yourself, but you had strayed too far from its safety, just barely out of grasp. In a moment of panic, you stumble over your own feet. You crash into the hard ice below, falling flat on your face.

For a moment, you lay there, face down. Accepting your defeat. Everything was starting to hurt.

“Shit!” You hear Choso cuss, the sharp skirting of his skates as he races over, dropping to his knees in front of you. “Hey! What happened?”

“Tripped.” You grunt out, your shaky arms pushing yourself off the cold ice. His strong hands grasp you by your shoulders and help you to your knees. You kept your eyes closed tightly, feeling the throbbing pain radiate through you, paired with a warmth on your face.

“That was such a bad idea, I should never have agreed to that.” He scolds himself, his hands brushing the hair from your face as he inspects you for injuries. When you open your eyes, you’re met with his concerned and remorseful stare.

“Don’t blame yourself, I should have known better…guess I got too cocky.” You try to laugh, but the sharp pain in your nose stops you. Choso watches as you flinch, his fingers gently moving the purple scarf away from your face. His golden brown eyes widened in fear.

“Fuck! Your nose!” He gasps. You reach a finger up, gently testing the skin. The small touch caused you to hiss and recoil in pain. Looking down, you notice the steady drip of crimson blood falling to the bright white ice below. “I think it’s broken.”

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You hardly remember what happened after. Everything felt like a blur, just bits and pieces sticking out in your memory. 

Choso was frantic, fussing over you like you were his own child as he continued to blame himself. It didn't matter how many times you claimed it was your own stupidity that caused this; nothing would calm him down. With a wad of napkins pressed to the bloody faucet of your nose, he somehow had managed to get you back to the bench, your normal shoes back on and to his car.

Instead of taking you home, he drove you both straight to the nearest urgent care. It was like you blinked, and there you were, sitting in an uncomfortable chair beside him in an overly crowded waiting room. A migraine pierced your brain with tiny blades, the skin surrounding your nose felt tight, hot and pulsating. 

Choso's leg was bouncing up and down, shaking the small end table that displayed magazines and other health related literature beside him. A clipboard was in his hands, helping you fill out the personal information and family history required before you could be seen. 

You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling utterly exhausted after the events of today. There was nothing that you wanted more than to just close your eyes and forget, hopefully when you opened them again, the nightmare would be over.

Just a few minutes of shut eye couldn't hurt. You surrender to the battle you were already losing, letting your eyes drift closed.

“Hey…no falling asleep on me.” Choso wiggles his shoulder, nudging you gently to get your attention. You grumble, eyes flashing open but refuse to move away from your hockey player shaped pillow. 

“Wasn't sleeping, just closing my eyes,” you protest.

“I know you're tired, I know you're in pain. And I am so sorry.” He sucks in a shaky breath. “But you hit your head pretty hard, and I'm a bit worried you may have a concussion. Just stay awake for me.” 

While you would love nothing more than to sleep right now, the genuine worry in his voice shakes you to the core. All he ever wanted was to have a fun and romantic date with you, and here you are, injured as an aftereffect. Part of you can tell he regrets bringing you at all, upset with himself for how this ended up. 

Straightening up in the chair, you place a hand on his bouncing knee until he stills.

“I will be ok Choso…please don't worry.” 

“Don't worry!? All I can do is worry!” He hisses under his breath as he turns to face you better. “This is seriously all my fault. If I had just taken you out to dinner, like a normal date, we would never be sitting here!” His intense gaze burns into you.

“But I'll be okay!” You attempt to assure him. It was just an injury, not a terminal illness after all. You will survive. You rub your palm back and forth over his knee. “I still had fun, and the broken nose just makes our first date all the more memorable. Trust me, we will both be laughing about this in the future.” Fighting through the pain, you force a smile across your lips.

He lets out a big sigh, placing his hand over yours and giving it a small squeeze.

“That's for sure, I will never forget this day as long as I live.” His tense body language relaxed slightly.

The door that separates the waiting area from the examination room swings open, a tired woman in purple scrubs stands in the doorway as she looks down at the thin blue file and calls out your name.

“See you soon,” you promise Choso as you stand up from the seat, giving his hand one last squeeze before you walk up to greet the nurse.

You were lucky. There wasn't a break, and you were concussion free. Just a whole lot of pain and swelling of your nose and the area surrounding it. The doctor sent you home with strict orders to rest, ice and take pain relievers. And to come straight back if anything got worse.

The ride back to the dorm was unusually quiet, even the radio was off, filling the car with a suffocating silence. Neither of you attempted to break it. There was so much you wanted to say to him, but exhaustion was creeping in. At least he was a little less stressed with the doctor's confirmation that you were not severely injured.

Choso helped you up the stairs and inside your dorm. Both your roommates were gone when you entered. Utahime took today's cancellations as the perfect opportunity to show up at Satoru’s place unannounced and force him to work on their end of semester project together. Shoko wouldn't be back until later, even with the campus closed, she still had to attend her clinicals at the hospital.

With one hand wrapped around your waist, he led you over to the couch. You plopped down on the center cushion, your head sinking against the back as you stare up at the ceiling. Choso grabs a nearby pillow and beckons you forward with a curl of his finger. You lift your head up and he positions it behind you. When you lie back, you let out a content sigh.

“Comfy?” He asks, speaking again for the first time since leaving the clinic. 

“Mhm, thank you,” you pop one eye open and notice him slipping off his white jacket. Dried red blood sticks out on the shoulder you had rested your head on earlier. You frown. “Cho, your jacket.”

He holds it up and inspects the stain.

“Don't worry about it, it's just clothing.” He walks into the kitchen and drapes it over the back of a chair. You make a mental note to buy him a new one. When he returns, he hands you an ice pack from your freezer, a few pills and a glass of water.

You eagerly swallow the pills, hoping they kick in fast and chase the pain away. Then you press the ice pack to your throbbing flesh, cold against hot skin, making you flinch on contact. Choso kneels in front of you, his fingers unlacing your boots and slipping them off your tired feet.

“Sorry, I guess I ruined our date.” You frown down at him. “And now you'll have to go to Sukuna's party all alone.”

“Not happening. I'm gonna stay right here by your side all night and take care of you.” He rests his cheek on your inner thigh, his other hand rubbing up and down the length of your opposite leg.

“You don't have to,” you assure him as your fingernails sweep his messy bangs out of his face.

“But I want to. I want to be here with you.” he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“I want you here too,” you adjust the ice pack on your face. With both Shoko and Utahime gone, you really didn't want to be alone right now. Part of you was hoping he would insist on staying. “Stay as long as you want.”

“Then I'll stay the night,” he proclaims. His nose nuzzling along the fabric at your thigh. “I wish I could kiss your pain away,” he whispers onto your leg.

“Then come kiss me,” you challenge, leaning up from the couch. He clicks his tongue and places a firm palm to your stomach, pushing you to lie back once again.

“We can't risk hurting that pretty nose of yours anymore, but I think I have another idea to help you feel better.” he slides his palm down to the waistband of your pants, his fingertips sliding underneath to tease your bare skin.

His eyes, such hungry eyes, look up at you with the intent to devour. Waiting for your permission to continue. 

“Yes, please.” You barely choke out as your heart feels like it might stop. He grins, his strong hands tugging at your pants, you lift your hips to help, and he tosses them aside.

His pupils dilate when he finally sees you, sees the bright red thong that covers your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” he moans at the sight. His lips kiss along your inner thigh, working in a path to where you ache for him. Yet he takes his sweet time, drawing it out as he savors the sweetness of your skin. Shivers of anticipation run down your spine the closer he gets and the longer he takes.

His hands slip underneath the thin band of your thong, his palms gripping both hips and pulling you closer toward him. He is so close to you now, his lips mere centimeters from your needy pussy, separated only by the warm fabric of your panties. His breath caresses you even through the barrier of cloth.

He can't hold back any longer, needing the first taste now. His mouth latches onto your clothed cunt, his tongue flat as he laps over the wet spot in the center with broad strokes. A deep hum vibrates from his chest, his own eyes closing in bliss. You shudder as the tip of his nose brushes ever so lightly against your clit and you can't help but attempt to press your hips further into his face.

“Need more,” Choso looks up with a near feral look in his eyes, his hands quickly removing the thong. Without warning, he's back on you, his tongue pushing way inside your velvety walls, swirling around to taste every bit. The sudden attack has you crying out, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Choso…” you gasp, trying (and failing) to keep your tone even, but it's a struggle with how great he makes you feel.

“Mmm…that's right.” He pauses momentarily, lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulder. “Don't hold back, I want to know how good I make you feel.” He turns his head to nip a sensitive part of your inner thigh, causing you to shriek. 

His lips turn their attention to your clit now. Leaving the tiniest, lightest little kisses. He was teasing you, smirking to no one but himself as he watched you tremble and try to grind yourself against his face, desperately seeking attention.

“Please.” You whine, your knuckles turning white as you grip the couch cushions.

At your command, he sucked on your clit, hard. There was no more holding back your moans, shamelessly crying out as you rocked against him. It felt electric, your head swimming in a sea of blinding ecstasy. Choso moans against you, sending deep vibrations to your swollen clit.

“That's my perfect girl,” he hums, his tongue delving back inside your warmth as his calloused thumb presses circles on your sensitive bud.

Each lick, each touch, each of his delicious moans brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your hands flew to his pigtails, holding them like two handlebars, as you attempted to gain some control. Guiding his face as you continued to roll your hips along his tongue. 

“Use me all you want, angel. I’m yours.” He groans out when he pauses to catch his breath. Your fists tighten around his hair, pulling him back as he lets out a small, needy whine of his own. His thumb worked harder, his tongue a flurry of sloppy strokes as your body jerked in response.

Your orgasm hit you like a fucking train. There was no way to control the loud screams as he forced you over the edge. He worked you through it, a little gentler now, but his mouth didn't leave contact. Even as your thighs tightened around his head, he didn't back away. He didn't want to pull away. When your cries stopped, he continued to lap up every drop of your essence. 

“Cho–s'too much!” You tug him back but his hair roughly, forcing his lips to release your cunt. 

“Sorry, you taste too good…I want more.” His eyes were pleading, desperate for a second course. His whole lower face glistened with the aftermath of your release, yet he made no effort to wipe it away. The tip of his pink tongue darted out to lick the taste of you that still lingered on his lips.

“Told you you were a messy eater,” you let out a small laugh at the sight. You settle back into the couch, spreading your legs back open and prepare for round two.

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A/N: this may have been my favorite chapter to write so far

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current obsessions: avoiding school related tasks lol, but rather than that i love house, md and yellowjackets lately! does matcha and a particular person count? hmmm…

looking forward to: the end of my semester, traveling on my summer break, meeting a gorgeous girl close to my heart, trying new food, embracing good company this year, and becoming a licensed psychologist over the next two!

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current obsession: probably wings of fire. but maybe mlb. or maybe skulduggery pleasant. reliving a lot of older obsessions atm and having a Time with it all.

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tagging: @beigetiger @prince-frederic @mortalcoils @damienshaas @squidcave @tmmybowe

[shih-coulda-had-it]

polling problems

[iamthemaestro]

guess who somehow got roped into being principal cellist for an ensemble whose concert they are not even going to play on

[vetchtibbles]

in the throes again

[junkissed]

Hi! Where did you go for the past couple weeks? Are things okay for you rn?

hi! i put junkissed on private for a while so i could take a break since there is a lot going on for me rn. it's very unlikely that i will write on here anymore but i haven't decided for certain yet. i won't delete this blog, but it's possible i might private it again. if i do, i'll repost some of my fics on ao3 (i think it's linked in my pinned post - but the username is also junkissed there). i'm also still active on my main blog @wenjunehui but it's only for gifs.

[moreaujeans]

EXPLODING!!!!

[mollyrolls]

hi molly how are u

hi eggy i’m ok how are you

[elprupneerg]

i have. not a clue. how the hell i'm supposed to know what to do for this stupid class

[waitineedaname]

what if I scrap my current research ideas and instead to a linguistic study of the French profanity I hear while my housemate gets extremely angry at video games

[goldeneyedgirl]

GIRLLL ARE YOU OKAY??? I follow you for a while and I don't remember you being off for SO LONG 😭 Wanted to send you a message but since I don't interact that much with people here I thought that would be weird....Anyway come back PLEASE I miss your fics very much you're like the Queen of jalice fandom 😭😭😭

Oh Anon, this was so sweet of you.

I'm alive, and I'm okay! Long story short: ongoing health issues that flaired up, and I took two classes this semester thinking that I could balance everything. And I could not. My focus had to be on my classes.

I promise I'm coming back. I've got three chapters nearly done, I've got more ficlets for posting, I have a week and a half until our final projects are due, and then I will be doing nothing but writing fic until the end of July.

I promise that I haven't quit writing my fic or left fandom or am trapped in a well. We're optimistic that next semester will have a better balance.

And as an apology and a peace offering, have a snippet.

She looks at him and it’s like he sees the moment she decides. That the heartbreak and terror leave her gaze in a blink, and he’s left staring at the cold, dead eyes of a stranger. Even her emotions change, like someone has flipped a switch - just grey acceptance filling her like smoke.

He’s never known this version of her, and he is terrified. He wants to grab her and shake her and bring her back to life. He wants her to go back to holding onto his arm and begging him not to make her go alone.

(He would rather her sobbing in his arms than this blank-faced stranger, and he hates himself for that.)

[theoutcastwrites]

I was absentmindedly scrolling through the version history of my Who We Are word doc and found the first draft of chapter 1. Remembered that the fic was originally titled "Once Upon a Dream" and found some old lines that I altered/scrapped entirely:

The amount of self-loathing in the second one lmfao... at that point he kinda deserved it

[loopsisloops]

✨ time for my favorite game ✨ reblog 172 posts back to back then disappear again for an unforeseeable amount of time :D

[callixton]

i would like to say for the record if that boy posting increases in the next few days it is bc kit put the idea of me playing macbeth across from his macduff in the fight to the death scene and it is NOT 🚫 my fault