#first stretch goal yay!!!

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⇢ " 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 "

18+ minors dni !!

pairing: heeseung x older fem!reader (by a year)

genre: smut, slight romance

warnings: slight praising, mentions of blood, fingering, cursing, unprotected sex, do let me know if i missed anything!

wc: 5.3k

a/n: my first ever heeseung fic !! i have not been writing in a very long time so i'm kinda rusty and i'm trying a little different style of writing ;_; but! i still hope you all enjoy it <3

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You often wondered if there was more out there for you. Something that would make your mind and nerves twist in excitement, something that’d make you yearn for more. Something that would never make you think twice about, something that wouldn’t obscure your thoughts with uncertainty and ‘what ifs’. 

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you shake your head, aiming to clear your mind. It's time to focus on getting that pending work done so you can relish in the relief of passing in bed. It was a Friday night after all. 

It’s been a year since you graduated from university and the momentary happiness of completing a goal you’ve set flushed away when you began your first new job. The pay wasn’t too bad and it was the only way you’ve been guided to headstart on a career. Head start your life more so. You were beyond glee when you read the acceptance email, calling around your family members and best friends to tell them the good news. Yay! You’re finally earning money and doing something. The excitement didn’t last long, for the first two weeks on the job already took a heavy toll on you. The countless meetings, paperwork, overtime. Not to mention the commute home on the bus was dreadful after a late night. It became a routine you despised, slowly killing you from the insides and sometimes it showed on your face. 

Your life beyond the confines of work bore a striking resemblance. The majority of your friends were entangled in their own busy lives and careers, leaving little room for regular meetups. Furthermore, your family resided inconveniently in an entirely different city, making it impractical for you to freely come and go as you pleased. Not that you’d have the energy to do so anyway. On most of your days off, you found yourself indoors, indulging in the solace of leisurely idleness. There was nothing better than being able to sleep without the expectation of an alarm blaring to wake you up too early in the morning for your liking. 

But it was also getting dull. You couldn’t deny that life was pretty dull. You were grateful most times, having the security of a job and home was everything that was enough. Though occasionally, you longed for more. More to feel what life and this world could present. Even for the tiniest second, you desired to feel something different. 

9:30 pm. Finally, you turn your laptop off for the night and raise your arms to stretch the extremely tautened muscles straining your shoulders. You’ve been working non-stop since your lunch break ended, dinner didn’t even occur to you till small growls churned in your stomach. Packing up your things, you decided to head down to the convenience store in the building before leaving to catch your bus ride home. Maybe some onigiri or a bento box would suffice. 

Treading into the well-lit store, the cashier welcomes you with a smile along with the rush of the cold draft from the air conditioner hitting your skin at once. That woke you up a bit, forgetting how cold it would be in actuality outside of this building. It was winter after all. Your eyes survey through the food section, set on that last tuna mayo-flavoured rice ball before extending your hand to pick it off the shelves; when another hand seemed to beat you to it. This interaction caused you to jolt a little on your feet, waking you up fully now as your eyes dilated slightly at the man standing beside you. His hand was still next to yours by the shelves, only his successfully holding onto the onigiri. 

“Oh, sorry. Did you want this?” he asks softly, or rather he seemed, apologetic with his eyes staring back into yours. “It’s fine...I’ll just..” you trail on, glancing back at the array of rice balls before aimlessly picking another. “take this one.” The man blinks instantly in surprise, you can tell, but what about you weren’t sure. “Y/n?” with your name slipping out of his voice, your eyes widened once again and this time you were surprised. What? 

“You are..?” Not wanting to confirm straight off the bat just in case it was a stalker danger situation or something, you crease your eyebrows in question. “It’s me, Heeseung. From the basketball team.” Heeseung…Heeseung? Oh. Right. Heeseung. Once his facial features registered in your fatigued brain, recollections of university life played in your mind like a movie trailer. Were you truly this depleted that you didn't recognize this earlier? Unbelievable.

You knew him briefly through your group of friends who were also part of the basketball team, glimpsing him in the socials and games you attended, merely ever acknowledging each other with “heys” and greeting smiles. Heeseung was a year younger than you but it was hard to tell with his domineering height and build. Despite his rapport with your closest friends, you two never seemed to escalate the acquaintanceship. Yet, there was always a subtle exchange of prolonged glances between you two. You often notice his gaze and you'd find yourself looking back at him. His captivating charm and attractive features were no secret to anyone, and you were well aware of the magnetic allure he possessed around people. Well, those glances held no deeper meaning; they were just moments, fleeting and devoid of any significance, or so you believed. 

“Ah…Heeseung. I didn’t realise it was you with your hair all black now. Sorry, my brain is kind of fried..” you convey with a slight smile, mixed with comfort and apology. It had only been a full year and a half since you last saw him, at one of the parties the basketball team threw before a big game. It was apparent he changed; grew a few more inches and his shoulders looked larger too. Black strands covered some of his eyes now, which differed the most drastically from the blonde he used to have. He looked really good even sporting in just a hoodie and sweatpants, you couldn’t refute that. Heeseung lets out a chuckle, taking the onigiri from your hand and strides his way to the cashier without another word. “Oh?” was all you could say, flickering your eyes in surprise as you followed him. “You don’t have to! I should be the one buying.” He chuckles once again; never realised his voice sounded temperate either. As he thanks the cashier and hands you the plastic bag filled with the tuna-flavoured rice ball you wanted initially and an extra orange juice, a smile curves up his lips. You thanked him quietly and showed a smile back, both of you now walking out of the store into the cold air of the night. 

The darkness encompassed your surroundings, yet the glow of the streetlights and moon shine compensated for the lack of clear sight. “Hey, you didn’t have to..you know. But thank you again Heeseung. I should pay you back though..” The man looks at you with the same smile still plastered on his face, his hand pushing back his hair slightly. “Instead of paying me back, why don’t we grab a bite sometime?” Did he just ask me out? No, he’s just being friendly. 

You weren’t certain if you were more exhausted than you thought, but you sensed a slight leap in your heart. You weren't exactly unnerved by the inquiry, but it certainly deviated from the norm for you, especially now that you're fully engrossed in the corporate grind. Work accumulated on too much of your life and mind, as well as on people around you that nobody ever had any time to do such things. Sure, you’ve been asked out for lunch and coffee, sometimes even dinner with a colleague but this felt different. 

“Oh, yeah, okay.” you weren’t sure on how to react, nodding your head along with your words. You were shy. Heeseung chortles once again, noting this obvious expression from you. “Tomorrow sound good? Here, give me your number.” He says, passing you his phone. Was he always this straightforward? He did seem the type to be but encountering it first-hand was heating your ears and cheeks. You hope he doesn’t realise this, assuming it was from the cold. Nodding slowly in agreement with his suggestion, you take the phone from his hand and fill in your contact information. For some reason, your phone number seemed scrambled up in your head, causing you to doubt if you're even keying in the right digits. Saving it and handing the phone back to him, you retained your eyes on his. The sound of the bus huffing to a stop nearby broke your gaze, realising it was your ride home for the night. “Okay well I um, I have to catch that.” you tried not to sound awkward, pointing at the bus a few steps away as you took some in that direction slowly. “Ah, alright, I’ll text you!” Heeseung graced you with yet another warm smile, this time radiating even more brightness than before. He watches as you get on the bus and settle on a seat in the back, waving slightly when your eyes look out the window to him. You wave back as the bus drives off, his silhouette gently fading away into the obscurity of the night. It had been quite a memorable evening for you, as the sight of an old familiar face reignited something within you, much like the gradual lustre of a dried-out candle; and indeed, the flames do begin to flicker and glow anew.

As sunlight sifts through the curtains and gently tickles your face, its warmth prompts a soft, contented whirr to escape your lips as you continue to slumber peacefully. If that wasn’t enough to wake you, the buzzing sound of your phone sure did. It was a quiet Saturday morning, or rather, afternoon, considering the clock struck 12 pm. At this hour, the stillness persisted, and you were expecting a respite from incoming messages. Everybody was either too occupied catching up on their sleep and lives, but you’d forgotten there was a new number soon to be added to your contacts. Seizing it from the side table, you open one eye to take a peek at the notification illustrated on the screen before opening both in surprise. Perhaps even excitement, reading the words out loud in your head.

“Good morning Y/N :) Heeseung here.”

A bashful smile began to play on the corners of your lips, and your cheeks blushed once more at the mere thought of the text. The fact that he probably just woken up too to text you ‘Good morning’ at this hour; the fact texting you was the first thing he did when he woke up. You swiftly replied, not forgetting to replicate the smiley face he added to his good morning text. Within a few minutes, your phone buzzed again, leaving you no space to bask in the joy of having received that initial message. 

“I hope you rested well :) What are your plans for the day?” 

There's that smiley face again. Why did he have to message you like that? Such simple words yet they made your smile grow bigger. You turned your body to the other side, back facing the window now with your legs wrapped around the bolster. It felt like reliving high-school days being a young girl in love, smiling and giggling as you read the exchanged messages between you and your crush. You weren't entirely certain if your feelings for this boy amounted to a crush just yet, but there was an undeniable sense of something growing within you.

Heeseung was sweet, and he was really funny. It’s around 5 pm now, having been texting each other the whole day with a dinner plan for the night, you found yourself giggling once again as you read the joke he made this time. All you managed to do today was eat lunch and take a shower, with half the other time spent typing your fingers away on your phone. Over the course of a few hours, the bond between you two clicked instantly and deepened, ease and comfort settling enough for Heeseung to have flirted a little bit here and there. You did appreciate his gestures, noting his flirtatious manner, which leaned more towards showering you with compliments and engaging in innocent teasing. Glancing at the time once more, you figured it was time to get ready for the dinner he had planned for the both of you. 

Gazing at your reflection one final time in the mirror, a smile graces your lips as you adjust your flared-sleeve top and skirt to perfection. The sound of your phone ringing caught you off guard, stumbling a little as you hurriedly put on your jacket and picked it up. “Hey, I’m outside.” Heeseung sounded like he was smiling over the phone, the hint of excitement couldn’t be missed from his tone. An involuntary smile finds its way to your lips, peeking through the window to see him standing outside with his back resting against his car; dressed handsomely in a pair of loose black pants, matching it with a black collared shirt and jacket. God, even in simple clothing or dressed up, Heeseung always looked good. Despite hours of conversation, a flutter of nervousness still lingered within you. Heart beating louder and quicker with every step closer you took to him, the sight of his glinting eyes seemed to relax you. 

Breathe. It’s just Heeseung. 

“You’re so pretty.” He blurts out as you become clearer in his line of sight; and with the subtle reddening of his cheeks, you discern that he hadn't intended to express it so candidly. He blinks slowly as if he was coming back from a daze, clearing his throat. “Come on, let's go.” the boy says, opening the car door with one hand and the other leading you to get in.   What a gentleman. 

“Y-you look really good too.” Did you just stutter? Pursing your lips in embarrassment, you tried to save face by giving a small smile. Cute, he thought and as usual he chuckled in response. The ride to the restaurant turned out to be less awkward than anticipated, and as the night unfolded, you discovered yourself becoming more and more comfortable in his company, easing into the evening with each passing moment. Engaging in conversation, you delve into the recounting of shared experiences in university and reminisce about mutual friends, weaving a tapestry of memories and connections. Diving deeper, you navigate through a multitude of topics, slipping past the surface to explore more facets of each other's lives. Amidst soft laughter that punctuates the conversation, you discover that there's an inexhaustible well of things to talk about with each other. 

 In that fleeting time, everything felt perfect and your heart did the leap once more. Whenever there was a minute of silence between the two of you, Heeseung would look up to you with a smile, reaching his hand out across the table to hold onto yours. You found yourself pondering whether he might be experiencing the same nervousness as you, despite his outwardly composed and confident demeanor. Yet, every now and then, you caught a slight flush creeping up to the tips of his ears, offering a glimpse into his inner thoughts.

Nothing could’ve beat the night you had, if you had to compare it with all the others you spent rotting alone at home in your bed. With everything running smoothly, what could go wrong? It felt like you two grew closer not just emotionally but physically as well, being cosy enough to hold hands as you walk out of the restaurant together now. 

“Oh shit, I think I left my phone on the table.” Heeseung says, patting down his jacket and pant pockets a few times, apologising to you as he hurriedly walks back in. You giggle a little at his clumsiness, standing at the side of the restaurant waiting for him to come back. It was getting later in the night now, the cold air tingling down your skin making goosebumps rise. No amount of clothing or jackets was enough for the temperature that drops at night. 

Bits of the evening kept replaying in your head and you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. It was yet to end until Heeseung sent you home but you were already reminiscing the time you shared. He surprised you in a way; with how effortless it was to talk to him, to share with him the things you’ve always had in mind. He made you feel accommodated and heard; like he really wanted to know you. Like he really wanted you to know him. There undoubtedly was a paradoxical sense that you and he had an enduring connection as if your souls had been intertwined for eternity. What took you so long to finally talk to him? It made you excited, knowing there would potentially be more of him in your life after this. 

“You alone?” a slurred-out voice pulls you out of your thoughts, surprising you, even more, was the tall man standing in front of you now. He didn’t look too old, nor did he look too young, but he did look wasted. You were seemingly scared and decided not to pay any mind to the stranger, hoping he’d just walk away and stop bothering you; but to no luck, the man remained there. Pestering and being persistent in having a conversation, he started to annoy you. Annoy more than how scared you felt before. Annoyed about what's taking Heeseung so goddamn long to come back. Before you could muster the words to dismiss the man, he unexpectedly takes hold of your wrist, as if intending to lead you away. “Come, let's go get some drinks!” 

“Let her go.” Tone harsh and low, Heeseung was evidently angry at the stranger bothering you. He made sure to be delicate, grabbing your waist to pull you off from the man’s grip and fall back close to his chest. “Who the fuck are you?” The stranger retaliates, puffing up his chest as if he were trying to scare Heeseung off. It would take more than just a little show to get him to back down from guarding you, not even a mere attempt at a punch in the face could. Heeseung scoffs in spite, unfazed at the hit; his own fist curling up to show the man how it was actually done. You gasp softly, being pushed to the sidelines as Heeseung lands his hard knuckles on the man’s face. It clearly did the damage he meant to, seeing how the man was now wincing and scurrying off in pain and curses. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as the dispute came to an abrupt end. “Heeseung, are you okay? Y-you’re bleeding!” A small red hue illuminates from the corner of his lips, quickly being licked off by his swift tongue. Though the bleeding continued to slowly seep through. “I’m fine if you’re fine. Let’s get you home.” 

You weren’t going to lie, besides the worry you felt for Heeseung getting into a physical altercation, the sight of him all strong and protective like that kind of made your insides turn. In a good way. Never mind that he was younger, the fact he was protective towards you and even took out a hit for you; ten folds attractive in your eyes. The whole ride home remained shrouded in silence, with a subtle tension lingering in the air. His hand held yours firmly as he drove, a silent reassurance amidst the quiet unease. Caressing your hand with his thumb, indicating he was worried for your well-being and this soothed you immensely. Pulling up to your driveway, Heeseung turns to face you, hand still firmly clasped with yours. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” He starts, hanging his head down low as if he was ashamed to meet your eyes.

You give his hand a little tug, signalling him to ease up. “It’s okay. You’re the one who got hurt though..” unconsciously (or not, you weren’t even sure yourself anymore) your lips form a small pout, eyes wide focused on Heeseung’s face with slight glances at his bleeding lips. He notices this, and instead of wiping them off, Heeseung slowly leans his face closer to yours till your noses brush against each other and he pauses there. His breath wandered around the air near you, the warmth emanating from his body exuding into your skin and creating a calming closeness. His scent was undeniably pleasing and so close, the black strands of his hair softly poking on your own cheeks. Electrifying, both heartbeats getting louder and louder you could almost feel it claw its way out. You held your breath at that moment, fearful that any wrong move might cause the enchantment to disperse. You’ve never felt like this before, and you’d do whatever it takes to keep feeling it. 

Your thighs seemed to rub against each other, warmth burgeoning in your stomach and extending downward. In one brisk second, Heeseung plants his lips onto yours and immediately you reciprocate. It felt tender and pacifying, radiating sincerity and solace.

You could feel the speck of passion pouring into your heart, flowers blooming as the garden grows. It grows, wilder with a pinch of fire now, as Heeseung pushes for more with how deep and harsher his lips felt. Your sanity erupts into a chaotic symphony, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. His hands had seemed to find themselves on your bare thighs, gripping them like his life depended on it. Fingers tracing up your skin till it reaches the hem of your skirt, you feel it daringly push the fabric away and climb higher. With the soft touch of his finger on your now-soaked underwear, a soft moan escapes your lips. Your hands encircled his neck, drawing him nearer, the desire for more amplifying with each lingering touch of his piers. Heeseung pushes his tongue in at the brief parting of your lips, licking your cavern wet and continues to weave both of your tongues together, sucking on them ever so roughly.

 Breaking the kiss, now messy and sloppy with saliva running down your jaw, you somehow felt your lips still parched. As if it were insufficient, leaving an unquenched longing for his flavour. Tracing your tongue on the edges of his crimson-covered lips, you sniffle a moan at the taste of him. Despite the tempting urge to nibble more onto them, you resisted, mindful of not wanting to inflict any more hurt upon him than he had already endured.

Inclining into him again, his finger resting on your underwear has started to make its movements; nice and slow. He rubs them in a circular motion; wanting to tease you a little bit more. You moan in between kisses, your own hands now gripping onto his shirt to tug and pull him closer, bodies pressing against each other. With that eagerness coming from you, Heeseung holds your underwear to the side with his thumb, pushing two fingers into your folds without breaking the kiss. You gasped at this, unconsciously biting onto his lower lip a little bit too hard than you intended. It created a little bloody mess, but nothing you couldn’t fix. 

You tenderly murmur a soft apology, delicately licking away every trace of red left on his lips, seeking to soothe any discomfort. 

“You’re such a good girl, cleaning up after your mess. My good girl.” the man coos under his breath, fingers pushing themselves further into you, accelerating the pace as the seconds go by. My good girl. There's that heart leap again. A fleeting moment of uncertainty crosses your mind as you ponder whether he expressed those words in the heat of the moment

or if he meant it, but the way he handled you and kissed you earlier seemed to pivot the pendulum towards it being honest. At least, that's what you wanted to believe. 

The muffled sounds escaping you grow more pronounced, escalating in intensity with the hold on his shirt tightening within the grasp of your fingers shortly before they sneak downwards to the growing mound in his pants; gently but firmly grasping its contours. This prompted a hiss from him, his lips pressing even deeper into the yours than before. 

You've never encountered such an exhilarating feeling like this, as Heeseung's firm fingers gradually heighten the vigour of euphoria seeping up your senses. "Ah, more..more." 

The man smirks in response to your desperate plea, forcefully pushing his fingers deeper before withdrawing them completely. Dismayed at his retraction, your eyes fluttered as you leaned back from him, gasping for the breath you had momentarily lost. 

"More what? What is it that you want, baby?" 

With a raised eyebrow, he questions, attempting to suppress a grin that you catch in his expression. Ignoring the blush taking shape on the apples of your cheeks, you briefly scrutinise him; his shirt bore a charming dishevelment, his tousled hair adding a touch of allure, making him exceptionally more attractive in sight. The burgeoning bulge beneath your clammy palm subtly twitches, drawing your focus to its presence; making it known to you of his equal excitement at what you're about to say. 

"I want you to fuck me, Heeseung. Please." 

A groan escapes his lips in response to your words. Without uttering another sound, he withdraws from you and begins lowering his pants and boxers down to his thighs; springing out his ever-so-eager cock free. Damn, what a sight. Heeseung clearly overpacked on your anticipations in this department. 

How much more pleasure could he bring you now, considering the sensations his fingers alone prompted? Your insides ignite further at this view, body flushing with heat and throat drying at the mere thought of how he would taste and feel inside of you. 

"Like what you see?" With his grin no longer concealed, the man wastes no time in pushing his seat back to create space, pulling you up to straddle his lap, facing him. A loud grunt breaks free past his lips at the pressure, sending a thrill of giddiness through you. Each time his subtle noises reached your ears, it professed that you were doing something right, eliciting a sense of satisfaction for the pleasure you were giving him. "It's not even in yet." you giggle softly, pulling your own underwear down to your thighs. "Someone's impatient." Though he started with the tip of his erection gently brushing against your clitoris, he swiftly proceeded to thrust himself inside your entrance.

"Fuck." 

Both of you utter the same word, yet in two distinct tones – yours emerging as a whine of pleasure, and his as a gratifying groan. The folds of your clit envelope him completely, with every quickening thrust he pushes in constricting yourself around his cock. 

The strands of his hair, once framing his face, now clung damply to his forehead, hooded eyes barely peering through them yet intensely staring into your orbs. Countless thoughts inundated your mind under the weight of his intimate gaze, leaving you unable to focus on any single one. In this moment, concentration eluded you entirely; even the disbelief that Heeseung was pounding you out in his car right now. This is crazy. I'm crazy. 

"Damn, you feel so fucking amazing." his hands wander underneath the back of your skirt, grabbing the flesh of your ass ever so roughly as it bounces up and down his stripped thighs. “Oh fuck me-faster please..!” you squirmed in painful ecstasy as the wetness of your gushing clit slides his erection in and out of your tightness with ease. Heeseung accelerates his pace even further, seemingly preempting your unspoken demands. With your hands wrapped around his neck, you pull his chest closer to brush the tip of your hardened nipples beneath your top, and that causes you to moan out his name. The heated boy buries his face in the crook of your neck now, leaving soft brushes of his tongue against your skin and sinks his teeth into them rough enough to leave distinct marks. 

"You taste so fucking good too. You're just perfect." You hear his raspy voice mutter under his breath, face still grazing on the skin of your neck as if he was savouring your scent. Feeling the tip of his cock pushing itself exactly into your right spot, you whine out his name repeatedly. The back of your body arches, your toes curling at how hot the air stands; all sorts of emotions strike you at once as your sight goes blurry, mind growing hazier by the second. 

"Mmhm..faster Heeseung. Your cock feels so good in me.” this time, you moan even louder, indicating that you were on the brink of reaching the climax of your high very soon. Heeseung took notice of this, quickening his thrusts as he was about to reach the same destination. 

"Cum with me, baby. Together." 

Hoarse, low groans escaped from his lips with each accelerated movement; the cry of pleasure lamented out both your breaths the moment he blew in one final deepened jab at your spot. A surge of warm fluid cascaded through you, blending seamlessly with your own essence, propelled by the sheer bliss you've just shared. The air was filled with the sounds of heavy, hurried breaths, your lungs working overtime. Your eyes remained fixed on Heeseung's face as you endeavoured to recover composure and catch your breath. Finally, a sense of clarity returned to you as your thoughts regained focus. Did that really just happen? Everything seemed surreal, as if plucked from a dream.

Somehow it appeared like he could read your mind when he laughed at your countenance, his hands now accommodating on your waist to pull himself out of you slowly. As you lean in, finding comfort by resting your head on his chest, the rhythmic thumping of his heart surrounds your ear. The sound was loud and hastened, almost palpably carrying the nervous anticipation in its rapid beat, reminiscent of your very first kiss together. Well, you've done so much more than that now. Freeing his hands from your waist, Heeseung tenderly cradles you with one arm while the other softly strokes your head, radiating care and affection in his touch. He showers your forehead with soft pecks, each one a tender expression of adoration, accompanied by whispered sweet confessions that linger in the air.

"You're really beautiful, I've always thought that." 

 You both stay like that for a while, reluctant to disrupt the intimacy you shared. However, the reality of your semi-nude state in the confines of a car eventually nudged you both to acknowledge that the moment couldn't last forever. Not right there. The unexpected series of events that unfolded tonight, stemming from your fateful meeting just the day before, had taken a turn you hadn't even considered viable with him. In retrospect, those exchanged glances at the parties and games back then seemed to carry a newfound meaning now. Life wasn't so dull anymore.

Gently disentangling yourself from his embrace, you meet his eyes once again before placing a tender kiss on his cheek. "Let's go inside." you chuckle, sliding off his lap and back to the passenger seat while fixing your clothes. In sync with your decision, Heeseung follows suit, concurring with the idea of heading back inside your house; as the rest of the night evolved with an abundance of conversation and lots and lots and lots of cuddles. 

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[randomdragonfires]

If The Sun Ever Rises | Chapter 3

Chapter 3 | Live To See Another Day

SUMMARY | After narrowly escaping the Battle Above God’s Eye, Prince Aemond is now a hidden fugitive within the very kingdom he once ruled. Driven by vengeance, he plans to usurp Aegon III and avenge his family. His rage-blinded path to the throne begins with getting rid of Cregan Stark and the men who support his nephew’s rule. Having nothing to lose, he recklessly kidnaps the Northerner’s betrothed - his own niece - hoping to lure him and his men out to fight.

Soon, Aemond finds that memories of a first love are strong, and that he cannot steel his heart against the woman he has loved all his life.

WARNINGS | 18+; Smut; Canon Divergence - Aemond lives (but barely); Violence; Stockholm Syndrome; Mental and Physical Trauma; Angst; Canon Incest; Manipulation; No Happy Endings In This House YAY; Slow burn, I think.

WORD COUNT | 2.2k

Text Divider by @saradika

In the heart of the dense forest, she sprinted, her breath ragged and panicked, each footfall a desperate attempt to outrun the shadows that seemed to stretch and grasp at her heels. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the tang of decaying leaves. The smell filled her senses as she darted between the towering trees. Branches reached out, snagging at her dress and tearing the delicate fabric as she pushed forward, driven by a primal instinct to escape him.

She needed to run. No matter how tiring it felt, she had to run. This was her chance to survive, and survive she would. She could save Cregan and Aegon if she escaped the jungle and warned them. She didn’t know where in Westeros she’d been brought to, nor did she think clearly about how she would make passage back to the Keep. Was Cregan out looking for her? If yes, then she’d have to find him. But how?

No answers. All she knew is that she had to escape Aemond and live to tell the tale. It was this singular goal that kept her running despite the pain.

A glimmer of moonlight danced upon the surface of a small pond, its still waters reflecting the shimmering canopy above. For a fleeting moment, she paused, her breath catching in her throat as she drank in the tranquil scene before her. But the illusion of peace was shattered by the distant echo of pursuit, a reminder that Aemond would have noticed her absence from the cave by now - he was probably out on the prowl like a predator in the night, looking for her.

He’d always been a light sleeper, she knew. Ever since his eye was taken out, Aemond had had trouble resting without panic. He seemed to be at peace when they laid together after he’d had his way with her in better days, but even then, he’d always move at the slightest of sounds - always ready for someone to walk in. 

She’d risked running regardless. If she’s made it this far, then she surmised that the Gods were working in her favor. With a shiver of apprehension, she tore her gaze away from the pond and pressed on, her feet pounding against the forest floor in a frantic rhythm. Every step was a battle against exhaustion, her muscles burning with exertion as she pushed herself to her limits.

A low-hanging branch loomed before her, its twisted form a cruel obstacle in her path. With a gasp, she ducked beneath it, the rough bark scraping against her skin as she fought to maintain her momentum. But her efforts were in vain, and she stumbled, her foot catching on a root hidden beneath the undergrowth.

With a cry of pain, she tumbled forward, wet forest floor rushing up to meet her with a bone-jarring impact. Dirt and leaves clung to her skin as she lay there, dazed and disoriented, the world spinning around her in a dizzying blur.

“Mandianna! Come out, wherever you are!” The urgent call of her name sliced through the oppressive silence of the forest, sending a shiver down her spine. Aemond's voice, laced with determination and perhaps a hint of frustration, echoed through the trees, drawing ever closer with each passing moment. With a surge of fear, she forced her weary limbs into motion once more, her heart hammering in her chest as she pushed herself to run faster, harder, desperate to avoid being taken back.

A sudden rustling in the underbrush brought her to a halt, her heart pounding in her chest as she scanned the darkness for signs of movement. And then she saw it – a boar, with a pair of gleaming eyes peering out from the shadows, its gaze fixed upon her with a predatory intensity.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they locked eyes, predator and prey poised on the brink of confrontation. With a surge of terror, she turned to flee, but it was too late. The massive boar burst forth, its wild eyes fixed upon her with a hunger that sent a shiver of fear coursing through her veins. She stumbled backward, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the beast charge toward her with relentless determination.

Her legs burned with exertion as she pushed herself to run faster, but the boar was gaining ground with every thunderous stride. Panic surged within her as she realized that escape was futile, that she was about to die.

And then, with a sickening thud, it collided with her, its massive weight crashing into her with bone-crushing force. She cried out in pain as she was knocked to the ground, the impact driving the breath from her lungs and sending waves of agony coursing through her battered body.

The boar loomed over her, its hot breath washing over her face as it prepared to deliver the killing blow. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable, when suddenly, a flash of steel cut through the darkness.

With a roar of defiance, Aemond leaped forward, his shortsword flashing in the moonlight as he drove the blade deep into the boar's side. The beast squealed in pain, its massive form recoiling as Aemond fought to keep it at bay.

With a desperate cry, she scrambled to her feet, her hands shaking as she searched for something, anything to defend herself. And then, with a surge of determination, she snatched up a fallen branch, brandishing it like a weapon as she moved to join the fray.

Together, they fought with a fierce intensity, their blows raining down upon the boar with relentless fury. With each strike, they drove the beast back, inch by inch, until finally, with a final, guttural snarl, it collapsed to the ground, lifeless eyes staring blankly into the darkness its lifeless body twitched.

Gasping for breath, she sank to her knees, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and relief. And as she looked up at Aemond, standing before her with his bloodied blade in hand, she knew that she owed him her life, that he had risked his own save her from the jaws of death.

The high of the encounter with the boar began to ebb away, and she found herself overwhelmed. Every muscle in her body quivered w.ith the aftermath of fear, and she struggled to contain the tremors that wracked her frame. Her sobs and fear-of-death induced screams carried through the air around her as she filled the forest with her wails.

Wordlessly, Aemond approached her with a bloodied face and body, his expression unreadable as he reached out a hand to help her to her feet. She expected anger, reproach, perhaps even threats for her foolish attempt to escape, but to her surprise, there was none of that. Instead, there was only a quiet determination in his eyes - if she didn’t know better, she’d have said that he was trying to make her feel safe.

Why did he save her?

With a hesitant nod, she allowed him to lead her back through the forest, her steps faltering as she leaned heavily on his support. They went with her blood red-stained hands around him, his arm around her waist leading the way. Every rustle of leaves, every snapping twig sent a jolt of pain coursing through her, but she forced herself to press on, to trust in the silent strength of her abductor, whom she now owed her life to. His expression remained stoic, his gaze fixed firmly on the path ahead as though nothing had happened.

It was only when they finally reached the safety of their makeshift camp that she allowed herself to sink into the comfort he provided. Without a word, he set about tending to her injuries, his touch gentle and reassuring as he cleaned the cuts and bruises that marred her skin. Her body still tender from the recent ordeal, the dampness of the cave seeped into her threadbare clothes, adding to the chill that pervaded her bones. The scent of earth and moss mingled with the faint aroma of the herbs Aemond had used to dress her wounds, creating a heady concoction that filled the air around her.

Every movement sent jolts of pain shooting through her. Despite the life-threatening encounter, she could not help the tinge of red on her face when he held her cheek to treat her forehead scrape. She continued to blush as he touched her arms, her hands, her calves, and pushed her dress up by just a little to work on her thigh. It was pathetic, but the Gods played cruel games - wherever his touch went, her simple little heart seemed to follow.

He brought her here, and he took care of her. He’d treated her wounds, fed her, given her her time to heal - but why? If he was coming for every person that she loved, why was he being patient with her? Everything perplexed her, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness like a persistent itch she couldn't scratch. His lack of anger at her failed escape attempt fazed her to no end, and she waited for him to lash out at any given second. 

“What are you going to do with me?”

He smirked, and it was all she could do to keep herself from slapping it off of his face. He wordlessly looked up at her, sapphire gleaming in the streaks of sunlight seeping through the walls. 

“You want to kill my brother. You want to kill my intended. You want to take the throne. You’ve abducted me from Winterfell to draw them out… but what will you do to me, if Gods forbid, your scheming bears fruit? If you win and become King, will you make an example out of me?”

He continued to treat her injuries, seemingly not taking into consideration any of her words. It was like speaking to a wall - she could see the thoughts in his mind running rampant, with him making calculated moves as to what to tell her and what to not. It reminded her of back when he’d hold her - fingers dancing over the skin of her back as she mumbled in her sleep-addled state. His responses would always be well thought out and slow - the mysteriousness of it all had endeared her back then, but it frustrated her to have it work against her now.

When he finished, he stood and took a few steps back. His questioning gaze fell to her as she looked at him too, but no answer came. As she watched Aemond gather firewood and set up a bonfire outside the cave, the cold air around her seemed to seep deeper into her bones. Memories of the boar's attack haunted her, intensifying the pain that already gnawed at her battered body. She hugged her knees tightly, trying to steady herself against all odds.

She said nothing as silent tears streamed down her cheeks, her sobs echoing softly in the cavernous darkness. Aemond didn't look her way once as he worked, his movements precise and methodical, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil that raged within her. She watched him move about with a silent efficiency that spoke volumes of his familiarity with the surroundings - something she now knew she did not have. His tall, lean figure moved with a grace that belied the strength beneath his skin, his every action deliberate and purposeful. Despite the circumstances, she couldn't deny the allure he held. Despite her better judgment, she found herself looking at the lean muscle of his arms through his bloodied undershirt.

When the fire roared to life, casting flickering shadows across the cave walls, she felt a sense of warmth wash over her. With trembling limbs, she rose from her spot and stepped outside, taking a seat near the fire as she contemplated her situation. She looked around for Aemond, and found that he had walked into the water of the river to clean himself up. She knew that she should too, but she was too tired and scared of the possible sting of her injuries in the water to bother.

She couldn't escape him, not now, not in her weakened state, not ever. The forest was vast and unforgiving, and she was ill-equipped to navigate its treacherous depths alone. With a heavy heart, she made peace with her current situation and lowered herself sideways onto the forest floor, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames before her. As she lay there, lost in her thoughts, she felt Aemond's presence approach. She didn't meet his eyes as he crouched down beside her, his sigh heavy with emotions that she could not name. His mismatched eyes held secrets she longed to unravel, but she knew better than to trust in the illusion of safety they offered.

What will you do to me?

"I will not hurt you," he said quietly, his words hanging in the air like a fragile promise.

The weight of his declaration settled over her like a heavy blanket, comforting yet suffocating in its implications. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, her mind consumed by visions of the boar's eyes and the fear that still lingered.

In the flickering light of the fire, she fell into a tired, fitful sleep, her dreams haunted by shadows, whispers, and the faint echo of Aemond's solemn vow. As darkness swallowed her whole, she clung to the flickering light of hope that burned within her, a beacon in the midst of the storm.

I will not hurt you.

I will not hurt you.

I will not hurt you.

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A/N: I've been excited about writing this chapter for so long. It wrote itself REALLY, REALLY QUICK!

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[prismatic-bell]

So you may know I recently got a new job. Yay!

You may also know I just got my first paycheck. Also yay!

You may not know I’m now trying to pay an entire month’s bills with a single one-week paycheck.

Not yay.

So. I’ve got about $400 available for my rent, or rather, I will on Monday when the bank gets rid of the stupid hold on my check. I need a total of $900, plus my phone bill (technically $90 but I think if I give them $45 I’ll be okay for now), plus gas ($25), medical ($70), plus groceries for two weeks (about $70). I should note the grocery situation is dire; I have some rice, an inordinate amount of dried pasta, an apple, a bit of oatmeal, and some cheese. I’m pretty good at putting stuff together creatively, but I can’t get two weeks’ worth of meals out of what I’ve got even if I only eat once a day.

I’m working on finishing two crochet projects for sale, but there’s no way I can do both by the first.

….I need about $700.

Once my first full check comes in, I’ll be okay. But that’s two weeks away.

If you can help, my ko-fi is here. My Venmo is here. I’ll keep a running tally of what I still need, and keep you all updated. Reblogs would be a huge help.

Thanks, guys. I’m so close to being able to say “here are my bills and I’m caught up.” This month changes everything. I’ve just got to get into August first.

(I do have a stretch goal, by the way. It’s $30 for cotton pants for work. I’m in a manufacturing warehouse where only 1/3 of the air conditioners work and they literally can’t find parts to fix the others, and I’m in Phoenix. It’s 90+ degrees in there all night long.)

#signal boost #mutual aid

[emberlyric]

February Progress

Sorry I haven’t been posting much - I’ve just been super focused trying to get this first draft done! All of my goals ride on completing my first draft so I’m trying really hard to get it complete by the first quarter of 2024.

As you can see February had a bit of a slow start due to unforseen family issues cropping up, but it took off in no time. Looks like I got about 25k words written, which is only 5k less than January. Awesome!

Bad news is that my updates will continue to be slow until I get this done. I’m prioritizing ahead of all my other goals. The good news is that I just started Act 3 sooo we’re on the home stretch now! Yay! But it needs some outlining because it doesn’t have a satisfying ending yet…

Ups and downs but I’ll get through it. Okay March let’s go!!!!

#emberlywrites #writeblr

[minorkeystudies]

MARCH 3, SUNDAY | RESET DAY 🌱

cleaned my room (vacuuming will have to wait though), washed way too many dishes and took out the trash (fresh air and sunlight yay)

practiced the violin for two hours and actually enjoyed it! also took breaks to stretch my back which is probably why it's not killing me right now

met the water intake goal for the first time in... a year? go me

did my skincare twice and actually flossed and used mouthwash

[philosophika]

In honour of the final season of the HBO His Dark Materials series, let me present what I believe my daemon would have been if I’d been born in Lyra’s world: the Eurasian Lynx.

Rejoice, the adorable, fluffy meow-meow in the pictures above is me!

✨ Lynxes ✨ are:

Independent/Autonomous: Lynx kittens become fully self-sufficient at nine months, at which point they separate from their mother and siblings and go on to lead mostly solitary adult lives (the exception being mating season). They are considered symbols of autonomy, strength and self-reliance. *If this isn’t the story of my life lol 😅 Despite being very close to my family, my life diverged substantially from theirs from age 18 onwards, culminating in my now being in a completely different country. This separation, combined with my experiences as a Third-Culture-Kid, meant I learned to rely on my wits and independent judgment fairly early on. Incidentally, this has had the additional effect of making me somewhat unpredictable. Since I don’t really look to convention for guidance (who’s convention? Yours? Mine? Those held by the country I was born in? The one I grew up in? The one I’m in now? All of the above?), you can’t really be sure how I’ll react or what I’ll do unless you know me very well.

Determined/Perseverant/Goal-Orientated/Opportunistic: The Lynx is an ambush hunter who doggedly stalks its prey until the opportune moment to strike presents itself. *This not only describes the manner in which I’ve pursued my academic degrees but also the manner in which I approach life and decision-making in general. I’m always ~a l w a y s~ playing the long game (this has probably been accentuated by my immigrant status, which has made it necessary for me to know what’s going to happen six months in advance for visa purposes).

Discreet/Stealthy/Tactful: For Lynx to be successful ambush hunters, they must be stealthy enough to go unnoticed by their prey, often over long stretches of time. These cats are, therefore, famous for their discreet and tactful approach. They’re also known to hunt primarily at dawn and dusk, during the “quiet” hours. *I’m acutely context-conscious and am skilled at adapting what I reveal about myself to ensure I fly under the radar when needed (again, this is probably due to being a Third Culture Kid). I don’t fight battles I can’t win. I’m highly diplomatic. If you see me at a semi-formal dinner, you can be sure whatever I’m saying is the second or third corrected version of the first thought that came into my head. I edit in real-time.

Clear-Sighted/Perceptive/Insightful: Lynx are known for their clear night vision, impeccable sense of smell, and overall keen senses. *Although I was always intelligent, I don’t think I was born as perceptive as I am now. Two things have sharpened my insight down to a razor edge: my philosophy degrees and my abuse-induced hyper-vigilance (yay me). I am both keenly aware of micro-expressions, especially aggressive ones, and highly skilled (via years of academic training) at dissecting the various layers/hidden influences/unspoken implications of a given interaction/statement/situation. When I look at anything (and I’m actually paying attention), it's like looking through a time-warped kaleidoscope: I simultaneously observe the original image and all the resulting fractals. At this point, I do this reflexively, which can be annoying, because sometimes I don’t want my mind to analyze the movie I’m watching; I just want to lay back and enjoy it. That said, this skill has helped me accurately read and dodge perilous conversations with higher-ups, so it's not without its benefits.

Formidable/Intimidating: Like all  “big cats”, Lynx are ferocious predators and inspire caution in those who encounter them. *This is one of my most perplexing traits because I see myself as highly approachable. Nonetheless, my friends and family have described me in these terms, and it hasn’t escaped my notice that people seem slightly intimidated by me (maybe it’s because of the observant thing?) I compensate for this by making myself as bubbly and soft as possible when being introduced to someone new (who isn’t a threat to me, of course, lol. Otherwise, I lean right into the terrifying).

Affectionate/Playful: Lynx can be very playful and affectionate, just like house cats. *And who am I, if not the very spirit of affection and fun? In fact, the main reason I’m leaving academia is that it’s stopped being a source of curiosity and excitement. I don’t like having to perform dull scholarly aloofness all the time. I want ✨ dilated ✨ cat-pupils ✨ time. ✨ I am happiest when I can infect a lecture hall with a sense of jittery wonder. “If the revolt of Prometheus against the Olympic Gods doomed him to eternal torment, then so much worse for Olympus, down with the view of perfection which can be purchased only at the price of putting chains on the free independent will, the unbridled imagination, the wild wind of inspiration which goeth where it listeth.” (Isaiah Berlin, The Crooked Timber Of Humanity.)

Cute AF, But It’s Giving Ice Age: Lynx have large paws and longer hind legs, which gives them a slightly prehistoric and lop-sided appearance. *I don’t quite know how to say this, but I’ve always felt a bit... large? Not in size, in a sense that means I need to be gentle with other people lest I accidentally hurt them or scare them? In the sense that I have to be aware of my strength, my claws, so as not to wound them. In the sense that I have to be aware of the intensity, the wilderness, of my passions, my ecstasies, so as not to burn them. And curbing these intensities, tempering them, has made me feel a bit clumsy? A bit like I have longer hind legs and paws a bit too large for my body? A bit like a creature outside of time?

Anyway, if you want to play, I’m tagging anyone who wants to participate to share their daemon and characteristics! <3

#tagging anyone who wants to play #his dark materials #hdm #hbo series #hdm hbo #the northern lights #the subtle knife #the amber spyglass #daemon #Lyra silvertongue #lyra belacqua #lord asriel #I love marisa coulter #personal #daemon quiz #hdm daemon #daemons #bbc his dark materials #bbc hdm

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina hope you are having a nice day!!!

In honor of yesterday's fight club tiktok I wanted to add some fight club content that might give some perspective to people who haven't seen it/read it.

First of the book starts with some homoerotic innuendo and we also get some hints of it further on in the book. Here are some examples(it is a bit lowkey but remember the author of the book is gay so I don't think this is a coincidence).

(Gun in mouth->read it as bj, fighting->sex)

Secondly, if I remember correctly we talked about the fight club before when just like you mv dropped. There was a comic of yogi the bear and the original comic says something along the lines of first rule about the park is dont feed the bears and people conected it with quote from fight club that says first rule of fight club is you dont talk about fight club

And lastly smiley. In fight club smiley first appears in a scene where the Narrator gets a call from Marla. This is the screenshot from it(it might be a reach but it looks like the same type of sticker that rbb and sbb were using).

The sticker foreshadows project mayhem where the goal is to destroy the world and make something better of it. The symbol is once again a smiley that shows up on the burning building. (Smiley and soap are popular symbols of the movie)To me smiley screams Louis.

This are just some of my first toughts when it comes to connecting louis to fight club. Also one of the main points of the movie is fighting capitalism/consumer culture and i think louis kinda stands for that.

I tried to be as objective as possible but I'm quite a fan of fight club soo...Idk this might be a bit of a stretch to connect louis to fight club.

(If you think this theory is a bit of a reach dont post it:)

As always lots of love and thank you for all your work in this fandom <3

Hi love. Yay, thank you for coming back and adding more thoughts to this conversation. I’ve neither seen the movie, nor read the book. All I’ve done is read up on it, so I don’t have much of a personal opinion other than these theories sound very reasonable to me.

In reference to this post about Fight Club and COACOAC.

Yogi Bear cartoon from JLY mv.

#jly mv #fight club #coacoac

[wooziswonderfulworld]

4Town variety show

WHATS UP 4TOWN

Season 1, Episode 1: Run 4Town Run

———Theme Song———

Aaron T: HELLO EVERYONE WELCOME TO THE FIRST EVER EPISODE OF WHATS UP 4TOWN!!! WOOHOO!!!

Other members: yay!!

Aaron T: I’m your host today, Aye Aye Ron Tee

Aaron Z: what the fuck…?

Jesse: No swearing!

Aaron Z: what the frick

Jesse: you’re on thin fucking ice buddy-wait-

Aaron T: HAHAHAHAH anyways let me tell you all what we’re doing today

Robaire: yea please do you’re taking to long 😒

Aaron T: shut up Robaire no one asked you! Anyways today we will be doing an obstacle course!!

Tae Young: really? It was pretty hard to tell from the giant ass inflatable obstacle course next to us

Aaron T: thank you Tae Tae for your sarcasm, just for that I’m making you go first 🫶

Tae Young: ….🖕

Aaron T: there won’t be any teams because there are only five of us booooooooooo

Aaron Z: is there anything else? 🤨

Aaron T: yes future husband there is! 😁

Aaron Z: 😳🫣

Aaron T: before starting, everyone must set a time goal for themselves, finish at that time or beat it will get a special surprise 😄👍

Aaron T: alright Jesse, what’s your goal

Jesse: Um….two minutes?

Tae Young: old 🤭

Jesse: fuck off 🖕😔🖕

Robaire: my goal is 40 seconds

Aaron Z: mine is 27 seconds, motherfucker Imma get that special surprise

Robaire: like hell you are! I changed my mind, my goal is 26 seconds now

Aaron T: Alright! And Tae Young

Tae Young: um….60 seconds! ☺️

Aaron T: my goal is 45 seconds! No wait, 35 seconds!

Jesse: what’s the surprise?

Aaron T: it’s not a surprise if I tell you silly!!

*after some stretching*

Aaron T: alright Tae Young, Are you ready!?

Tae Young: oh wait I’m actually going first okay, do I keep my shoes on or off?

Aaron T: whatever makes you happy!

Tae Young: *gets to the starting line*

Aaron T: Your 60 second timer starts in 3, 2, 1-GO!

Tae Young: *immediately trips over the first obstacle and face plants*

Aaron T and Robaire: HAHAHAHA-sorry 🤣

Tae Young: *gets up and continues*

Aaron T: Yeah go Tae Young!!

Tae Young: *hops over inflatable fence*

Aaron Z: the bitch went boing

Aaron T: PFFT BOING YOURE SO FUNNY

Tae Young: *exhausted* how-*pant* long- *pant* is-*pant* - this thing 😫

Aaron Z: Damn, good luck old man

Jesse: *groans*

Tae Young: *finishes the course*

Aaron T: ooooo unfortunately Tae you did not make it nor beat your 60 second goal. But can you tell us how you feel right now?

Tae Young: like death

Aaron T: thank you! Jesse you’re up next!

Robaire: don’t break anything

Jesse: haha very fun.

Aaron T: alright Jesse, your 2 minute timer starts in 3,2,1-GO

Jesse: *shoots off like a bullet*

Everyone: What the hell!?

Jesse: *jumping and sliding over and under obstacles with a look of determination on his face*

Aaron Z: THAT BITCH IS MOVING GOD DAMN-

Aaron T: YEAH GO JESSE!!!

Jesse: *makes it to the finish line quicker then anyone expected* did-did I do it?

Aaron T: Yeah you did! 23 seconds holy shit how did you do it?

Jesse: I imagine my kids where at the end of the course and needed my help

Aaron Z: of course he did

Robaire: who cares, I’m still going to beat you

Aaron Z: yeah right!

—-PART TWO COMING SOON——

#turning red 4town #4town fanfic #4town headcanons #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town aaron z #4town aaron t #4town taeyoung

[lickingyellowpaint]

Exercise Bike Plan aka let's try to make a habit of this

Alright, so yesterday was Night 1 with the gift from the alley.

Ride time: 60 mins - Resistance: low, 2-4, manually changing as video's incline changed - Video: a 5-hr coastline ride - Condition: really stoned

Night 2 goal:

Ride time: 60 ok but 65 better - Resistance: 2-4 still, let's not get crazy - Video: hour 2 of same journey, amusing concept to continue the night before's - Condition: could be stoned-er, may remedy - additional: FUCKING stretch first jesus

Night 2 update:

45 mins, 10 min break, 21 more mins = 66 mins yay

#personal shiz

[jellybeanfeind]

Full update in the link or below the cut, but it looks like we're FINALLY moving forward with surgery! I haven't been drawing my usual stuff the last few weeks for Stress Reasons but I'm starting to feel like myself again. Now I just gotta worry about bills while I'm on reduced income during recovery. Thank you so so much for your kind words and support!!

Okay lol. it's been...a VERY long few weeks, but I think I'm finally in the clear. Apologies for having a minor mental health crisis live on the internet lol. At no point was I unsafe or anything, I was just having a really terrible time, and I tend to not type well when I'm having a meltdown. Shocker.

The stress of this has been...well, less than pleasant! My house looks like it exploded, like more so than usual. My sleep schedule is an absolute disaster. But, I finally heard back from the trans healthcare team at DHMC today. Technically we're still waiting on final word from financial aid, but we're 99% sure that they agree on the medical necessity of gender-affirming care, and on the offchance that they don't, the plastics team has agreed to help me with the bill on their own end of things. My surgery was scheduled for the ninth as of about twoooooish weeks ago? But I was scared to post another update given the constant back-and-forth I've had to deal with, less-than-helpful individuals...I didn't wanna say "YAY SURGERY IS GO!" and then immediately go "NOOO SURGERY NOT HAPPENING!!" back-to-back like six more times cause. well. that's what the last few weeks have been like. lol.

BUT IT'S HAPPENING, WE'RE MOVING FORWARD, even if the financial aid department can't figure their stuff out in time, surgery is still moving forward, and I have the surgeon and the trans healthcare head on my side. I have had an extremely stressful and unpleasant few weeks, but I am finally (and exhaustedly) optimistic now lol. I'm in good hands, and things are finally falling into place.

I'm leaving this open and will be reducing the goal a good chunk, because now I'm really only worried about recovery costs and reduced income during my time off. To make my medical leave stretch the full 3-4 weeks I'll be out, I think I checked some box to only get like 75% of my usual income paid out thru sick and vacation time. So my january bills are gonna be pretty tight. But that's WAY less scary than needing to pull six grand out of thin air for the surgery to happen in the first place!!

Thank you again so much for your support, your patience, and your kind words. I'm so grateful that it has worked out in the end, and any further support is, of course, extremely appreciated.

#feind’s sketchbook #ask feind

[orphancookie69]

Nintendo Switch: Fitness Boxing

I am sure you are thinking, you mean to talk about the sequel right? Nope. Not this post. I started on this train of thought from the sequel, but ended up with the first one! Let’s jump in. 

Get off the couch and get moving with fun, boxing-based rhythmic exercises set to the instrumental beats of songs by popular artists. You can personalize your workouts by selecting from different fitness goals. Train your way, whether you’re on your own, with a friend, at home, or on the go! Now you can work out anytime, anywhere on the Nintendo Switch system! More info here: https://www.nintendo.com/store/products/fitness-boxing-switch/

My Thoughts On The Game: 

This is one of my favorite workout games on the switch. I did not hear about this until the second one came out. It is the same price as the new one, so which one you like is about preference. Game is priced at $50, which is kind of on the high side, but I think it is totally worth the price. (Funny enough both games are the same price). Both have demos. 

Fitness Boxing vs Fitness Boxing 2: I tried both demos. I did the first one first, because why not? And I loved it. I really wonder if I had tried the second one first if I would have loved that one more? The difference for me is the first one is not so loud and in your face, also the second one seemed too easy? The instruction on the first one I also thought was better. 

So, after trying both demos. I got the first one. When I made the official game purchase, I had to start over. Meh, but I was really good from the get go because it wasn’t my first time so yay? A difference I noticed is that the demo doesn’t include stretching and the game does. I am glad it does. Workout wise, it is boxing so mostly upper with some lower body and core workout. Calorie wise, 30 minutes for me burned 245 calories. With the demo, I burned 273 calories and my arms were sore for a solid 48-72 hours after. I like the music based workout, the songs are more songs that I know (or used to listen to more). 

There is a multiplayer option, I have yet to try that out. A suggestion I would make, is to get some grip socks to wear during the workout, some slim exercise gloves (your hands get sweaty) and consider accessories for the switch remotes made for boxing games. Sweat towels and a calorie counting device would be good too. I love this game. Have I said that already? I would do it daily, as long as my arms would let me. Have you played this yet? Do you prefer the OG or the New?

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[the-middle-grounds]

June Log 2022|Mid-2022 Log

“June?  What happened to May?”

Recharging.

Well, finally at the middle of the year.  Definitely falling behind my goals, but I have come to some realizations.

First and foremost, while I was looking forward to writing a book around the next year, I’ve come to realize it might be better to hold that off in favor of my planned webcomic.  We’ll see what I stick with by the end of the year, most likely.

I don’t have a second one, I don’t why I acted like I did.

I will say though, I think I need to introduce more routine in my life.  That way I can chip away at stuff more and feel more productive than my usual random bursts of 10k words in one sleep deprived night.

Other than that, June’s here, and I’m going to be swapping out other goals for new ones.

Yay.

Goals for 2022

Rewatch Red Vs Blue

Actually finished season 1.  Plan to finish the rest maybe around August.  Though I think I’ll only go up to season 14.  (Looking into the newest seasons some other time)

One inked and colored drawing a month (even if it’s just monochrome)

Failed and not continuing.  Maybe next year.

Doodle/Drawing Challenge (365 Days of Red-X)

Starts this month on the 8th.  (Was supposed to be May but I got the date wrong).

Finish two one arc of Three Strikes (other than the first arc).

Behind this one. so adjusting it to just one arc.  That arc is about 3 chapters, but could stretch to 4-5.

Finish plotting at least two books of a novel series.

I got this.  Partially.

Design the main cast of a webcomic I’m planning.

I have IDEAS.  Just trying to figure out what I want.  Thankfully most of them wear uniforms.

June Goals

Read Lightning Thief

Actually surprised I didn’t read this earlier considering I was interested in Greek Mythology when I was 12-13.  Fun book so far.

Also what the fuck’s with this kid.

Finish Chapters 2-3 of Three Strikes

Finally got free time AND the drive to write.

I swear once I actually get on a roll it’s over for my procrastination.

For a bit.

Anyway, have a good one for anyone who reads these things.  Stay tuned for some (possible) color art this month.

#Logs #and now that i finish I remember I have to design aliens #WHY DID I HAVE TO GET INTO SCI-FI ADVENTURE FFS #also i heard they revealed who red x is in the comics and for the people who were reading that series (didn't even know it was still going) #hope it was a good reveal

[randomprojectsbeforeidie]

Fitness log: April, 24th, 2024

Me: Heyooo, I'm coming back!

Also me: proceeds to fall ill for almost two weeks.

Yeah, folks, there's been some weird virus going around town these last two months, and it managed to get me like, three times. I'm honestly sick of being sick, lol.

But I think I'm a little better now, so let's go!

So, I had some weird months for a while. Ended up developing the beginning of a panic disorder, and quitting my job. I'm more stable now, and also medicated haha.

Buuut. The good news is that the fitness goals have been working! I managed to get below 45% of body fat, which was my first milestone! Yay!

To reward myself, I ended up investing in some pretty loungerie. My girlfriend certainly enjoyed it hahah!

I also started to implement some more steps to my fitness routine. Just to remember: last time I talked to you guys, my steps were:

1. Eat at a 10% calorie deficit

2. Ruck 3 times a week for 30 minutes each

3. Try to limit alcohol to 6 glasses, which I should drink at, at maximum, 2 days a week

It was good! Now that it's working, I added some more steps. Now the rules are:

1. Eat at a 10% calorie déficit

2. Ruck 3 times a week for 1 hour each (yeah! I'm doubling cardio time!)

3. Do calisthenics 2 times a week (adding strength exercises!)

4. Try to limit alcohol to 3 doses a week, and I can only drink one day on the week (yeah, cut it in half)

5. Try to get my daily dose of at least 25g of fibers per day

6. Try to eat one food that's rich in protein with every meal

7. Avoid ultraprocessed foods (not cut them! Just try no to make them part of my daily diet!)

It took some adjusting until I could get it right, but I think I got it. The thing that scared me the most when I started tracking were the fibers. Damn, I was NOT eating enough fibers AT ALL. Like, I was getting less than half the recommended amount!

But I managed to get there. Turns out when you put more plants in your diet (aka, I'm eating at least a vegetable or a fruit with every meal), the fiber problem is easily resolved.

So, yeah! About food:

Yesterday I consumed 1.326/1.822 calories, which is... not good. I've been having trouble getting near my calorie goals. I suspect this is due to the sickness (it made me lose apetite) and also, well, turns out when you avoid ultraprocessed foods and eat your fibers, you get full quite fast lol. But I'm gonna try to increase my calories again.

Yesterday I consumed 29/25g of fibers! Looking good!

Yesterday I ate a source of protein with every meal! Great!

Yesterday I didn't drink alcohol! Cool!

(A note about the alcohol: every since I started limiting it, I've goten way less tolerant. I am getting drunk so easily these days, and getting a bit of a hangover if I drink 3 or more doses. Which... is weird but probably good? It makes me more careful around it, as I do not want to feel so shitty the next day. But also makes me feel old lol)

About the exercise: today I tried exercising in the morning, which was... not my best idea. Honestly, I just gotta accept, at this point of my life, that I'm NOT a morning person.

I ended up rucking for 1 hour, carrying 8kg, and damn it was hard. I was drenched in sweat by the end. To be fair, it was also REALLY hot. But I think I'll try and keep my exercises to the afternoon. I do feel better like that.

Then I stretched my upper limbs and it felt great! Stretching after vigorous exercise always grounds me. It really is a good feeling.

And I think that's it for today, folks! If things keep going well, see you guys tomorrow!

#daily log #fitness #fitblr #dieting #calorie counting #rucking #stretching

[benkyoutobentou]

31 Days of Productivity Reading: Day twenty nine

Before: Day twenty nine? Already? Time flies. Since we're close to the end, let's check on how my goals are going

Finish No. 6 volume 3

Read [half of] 憎らしい彼

Read 独り舞

Read at least ten volumes of manga (7/10)

Read at least an hour per day

Like I said before, I won't be able to finish 憎らしい彼 before the month ends, but I think I could get halfway through, if I really pushed. Even that seems like a stretch goal, though. Maybe my goal should be to finish chapter one. Hey, don't laugh, this chapter is over a hundred pages long.

As for completing my ten volumes of manga for the month, I think I'm going to use ロンリーガールに逆らえない and just finish (what I have of) the series. I have five out of six volumes and can't find the sixth volume available anywhere, even though the rest of the series isn't out of print, so I don't know what's up with that...

Regarding my actual plans for the day, I'll probably go to the library to study again. I know that I probably should pick up Tobira and study some Japanese, but actually. Stopping mid sentence, I will study Japanese today because my wrist is not in shape for the drills that I would have to write in Mandarin. As much as I love studying and writing Chinese. Anyways, I need to pick up mushrooms for dinner tonight and the library is right by the grocery store, so I might as well make the most of it.

After: Okay, so the library was kind of a bust. Of course, I had to pay the walk tax before going out, so my plan to leave at 2:30 turned into leaving at 3:30. I was planning on getting lunch nearby, so by the time I actually got going I was starving and the little pack of grocery store sushi that I picked up (instead of my initial plan of going somewhere that gives more food) just wasn't enough to save me. So I only did the bare minimum for a half hour before getting my mushrooms and going back home.

I have already finished another volume of ロンガル though! I read 165 pages over an hour and three minutes for an average reading pace of 2.6 pages per minute. Things are picking up plot-wise and the characters have really grown on me. I also finally found out what's up with volume six! Apparently the first run was a special edition print, and the regular edition is coming out next month, so I'll be able to get it when I put in my next book order! Along with the next volume of 気になってる人が男じゃなかった and ささやくように恋を唄う.

The person who sent me all that manga also messaged me today to say they received my thank you card! Yay!

I squeezed in just a tiny bit of 憎らしい彼 reading before bed. I read four pages in twenty two minutes, for an average reading pace of 5.5 minutes per page. Sometimes with this series, I feel like I can go pages without looking up a word. Other times, it feels like I'm looking up a word in every single sentence. I'm sure you can tell how I was feeling this time around. That's okay though, my tiredness didn't help either, but I'm glad I read a bit before bed. I just want to read more, but I'm too tired! My total reading stats for the day were 169 pages over an hour and twenty five minutes.

#benkyou posting #langblr #studyblr #language learning #polyglot #booklr #30 days of productivity