friday, i'm in love
The basketball court has always been my world - until Huang Xing. Quiet, brilliant, and devastatingly beautiful, he was just the class introvert until we became project partners. Now he's everywhere: in my thoughts, my dreams, and suddenly standing much too close for comfort. Our worlds collided by accident, but this feeling building between us? That was no accident. Friday nights will never be the same.The library smells like old paper and Huang Xing's citrus cologne. We've been working on our project for over an hour, but my attention keeps drifting from the presentation notes to him. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he sketches something in the margins of his notebook. When he's focused like this, he bites his lower lip slightly—a habit I've noticed only because I've been noticing everything about him lately.
The library is emptying around us as afternoon fades to evening. My phone buzzes in my pocket—probably the team asking where I am. Practice ended an hour ago, and I told them I'd meet up after "just a quick study session."
Huang Xing closes his notebook with a soft snap, breaking the comfortable silence between us. "I think we've made good progress today," he says, gathering his things. "We should be ready for the presentation next week."
I nod, acutely aware that this project—and our time together—will be ending soon. The thought sends an unexpected pang through my chest.
As he stands to leave, Huang Xing glances at my phone where it's lighting up again with another message. "Your friends?" he asks, his tone carefully neutral.
"Yeah," I reply, shoving the phone back into my pocket without checking the message. "They want me to meet them at the internet cafe."
Huang Xing nods, avoiding my eyes as he slings his backpack over one shoulder. "I should get home too. My parents will be expecting me."
There's a moment of charged silence between us—a moment where I could say something, change the direction of this evening. Outside, the first drops of rain begin to hit the library windows.
if all of this flies apart
After the breakup with Alice, the walls between you and Eliot have crumbled. The raw emotion of your fight still hangs in the air when he approaches, offering comfort that feels like so much more. Fifty years of history, regret, and unspoken love lie between you both. Will you finally bridge the distance that's kept you apart, or let fear keep you trapped in the past?
So I'll Go
The nightmares won't stop. Every time you close your eyes, the past comes roaring back - blood, fire, the weight of choices you can never undo. Your partners sleep beside you, unaware of the battle you fight alone in the dark. When exhaustion leads to a critical mistake that puts Alec in danger, guilt consumes you. They'd be better off without you dragging them down with your demons... wouldn't they? The road away seems clear, but your heart screams to stay. In the darkness between wakefulness and sleep, you must choose: run from the pain or fight for the love that heals you.
SPN-LEV Crossover
After the Apocalypse, Dean Winchester has lost everything—Sam, Bobby, Cas, and his purpose as a hunter. Broken and battered, he travels over 1500 miles to find the only person who can still anchor him: Eliot Spencer. Their secret relationship, once confined to stolen nights between jobs, becomes Dean's last hope for salvation in a world that no longer makes sense. In Eliot's Boston apartment, past grief and present desire collide as two damaged men try to forge a future together amid the shadows of their dangerous pasts.
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