#it was ah. a way different high school experience
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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 8 - First Theater Experience
*Door creaks open*
Towa: …
Towa: (It’s almost time for it to start, but I wonder if it’s fine for me to come in…)
Izumi: Ah, Towa-kun, welcome. You can go ahead and take a seat over there while you wait.
Towa: Hello…
Boy: Hey, I’m thirsty.
Father: Here’s some water.
Izumi: There’s vending machines in the lobby, so if you want to get anything, now’s the time.
Young Man: Umm, where’s the bathroom…?
Sakuya: It’s that way. I’ll show you!
Towa: (There’s all kinds of people here, from elementary school kids to elderly people…)
Towa: (I wonder if those high school-looking girls and college-age-looking ladies are Spring Troupe fans like me.)
Towa: (It’s kinda a relief that no one here seems like they’re an actor. Everyone looks pretty beginner-ish.)
Izumi: Well, it’s about time. Let’s get things started.
Sakuya: Everyone, please come and gather here~!
Sakuya: Hello! I’m Sakuya Sakuma, the leader of MANKAI Company’s Spring Troupe!
Sakuya: Thank you for participating in today’s beginner’s workshop!
Sakuya: This is our first time doing something like this, so I’m sure there’s some things we’ll kinda have to ease into, but we’ll do our best and we hope you all have fun!
Citron: We will start with a very eggciting backstage tour led by me and Sakuya!
Citron: We are also bringing in some special guests for today, so we hope you look forward to seeing them~!
Sakuya: We’ll start by showing you the part of the stage that can be seen from the best seats in the house! Be sure to watch your step as you make your way up.
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Sakuya: Here’s where we always perform for the audience.
Boy: Whoa…!
Towa: Amazing… so this is what it’s like to be on stage.
Sakuya: When you’re actually standing up here, it’s kinda surprising how small the stage is from one end to the other. But since it’s up higher than the audience seats, you can see all the way to the back from up here.
Woman A: So you really can see it from up here.
Citron: We can see all of the audience members!
Sakuya: Akashi-saaan, please go ahead!
Akashi: Okay…
*Stage lights turn on*
Sakuya: This is the stage lighting. It can change the color of the entirety of the stage, and can be used to cast a spotlight on a single person…
*Spotlight turns on*
Towa: !!
Woman B: So hot…!
Citron: It is always hot and shakes us sweat!
Tsuzuru: You mean makes us sweat.
Itaru: You sure letting Citron and Sakuya run this thing is a good idea?
Citron: Just leave it to us!
Sakuya: When a scene is exciting, the light can flicker like this, and when a scene has a slower tone, the lights can become subdued like this…
*Lights flicker and then slow down*
Citron: We can do many performances this way!
Sakuya: Let’s move on to the lighting booth next.
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Citron: It is time to introduce one of our special guests!
Sakuya: This is Akashi-san, he does all of our lighting for us.
Akashi: N-Nice to m… you…
Towa: Huh?
Citron: He is a bit shy, but he has instanding lighting skills!
Tsuzuru: You mean outstanding?
Akashi: A-A single light can completely change the atmosphere of a scene… the mood of the stage can completely differ depending on who’s in charge of the lighting…
Sakuya: The mood on stage that Akashi-san creates is always so gentle and warm.
Akashi: T-Thank you…
Towa: (I hadn’t ever really thought about the lighting that much before. Next time I see a play, I’ll pay more attention to it to see how it changes…)
Citron: Next up is the sound booth!
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Rento: Yo.
Sakuya: This is Rento-san, he’s in charge of the sound for us!
Rento: Nice to meetcha.
Rento: My job is to do stuff like prepare the music ‘n sound effects used on stage ‘n then make ‘em fit in line with the flow of the play.
Rento: I’m basically a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to sound-related stuff.
Rento: ‘Course, the music’s gotta fit for the scene, ‘n the sound effects can’t be too dull or they’ll take away from the play.
Rento: Not only does that stuff really liven up a scene, but it also pushes the play forward so it doesn’t fall into a lull or anythin’ like that.
Boy: Huh… the music really does get me more excited, now that I think about it.
Towa: (So this is the guy that does the sound effects that go along with the sword fights…)
Sakuya: Even a tiny timing error can disrupt the rhythm of a play, so it’s a pretty tough job.
Citron: Rento’s sounds are always very nice and perfect!
Rento: Thanks much.
Sakuya: Now let’s head to the backstage dressing room~.
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Yuki: Hey there.
Azami: Nice to meet you.
Towa: Huh, Azami-kun and Yuki-kun…!?
Sakuya: These guys are Yuki-kun, the one in charge of our costumes, and Azami-kun, the one in charge of our makeup!
Woman A: I didn’t think we’d get to meet anyone from a troupe other than Spring Troupe…!
Woman B: Same here!
Yuki: I’ve been in charge of costumes for every performance since the Newborn Spring Troupe’s first play, RomiJuli.
Yuki: I create the designs based on the plots of Tsuzuru’s scripts, and then from there, I draw up the patterns, which you can kind of think of like being the blueprints for costumes…
Yuki: Then I buy the fabric and get to sewing.
Yuki: I make designs that not only fit the image of the role but ones that’ll also look good on stage and are easy to move in.
Woman A: Do you make everything all by yourself?
Yuki: Generally speaking. It’s easier for me to get a solid idea that way. But sometimes I have Taichi or the others help me with some of the smaller details.
Towa: Amazing…!
Azami: And I’m in charge of plannin’ out the makeup to match the roles and costumes and also doin’ everyone’s makeup before each performance.
Sakuya: We used to do our makeup ourselves before Azami-kun was put in charge of it, so it’s a little funny to see how our makeup skills compare to his.
Citron: The impact it has on our faces is totally different~!
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Sakuya: Well then, that concludes our backstage tour. Now it’s time for everyone to try their hand at acting!
Itaru: The theme this time is “Enjoying your first theater experience”.
Tsuzuru: You don’t have to worry about any special techniques or skills, we just want you to experience what it’s like to perform.
Izumi: We’ll now pass out the scripts~.
Tsuzuru: The script is actually an excerpt from the Spring Troupe play “Romeo and Julius”.
Tsuzuru: We thought it’d be one that’s easy to act out since Romeo and Juliet is a pretty famous work.
Itaru: And because at the time of Spring Troupe’s first performance, all of us were just beginners.
Towa: (“Romeo and Julius”… Masumi-kun’s Julius is so cool.)
Towa: (I can’t believe he was just a beginner when he first performed as him.)
Tsuzuru: Alright then, we’re gonna split you guys into six teams now and decide on the casting. We already planned out how we’re gonna split you into teams, so we’ll tell you which team you're on now.
Towa: (I wonder what role I’m gonna get!)
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Masumi: I’m in charge of your guys’ team.
Towa: (I must be some kinda oshi magnet or something…! No, could he possibly be doing this out of all the care and consideration and kindness in his heart…!?)
Masumi: Quit staring so loudly.
Towa: !!
Masumi: For the casting… do any of you have any preferences?
Towa: --.
Towa: (My luck’s been good so far, so I’ve gotta go for it…!)
Towa: I wanna play Julius!
Masumi: Anyone else want Julius?
Masumi: …Okay, you’ll be Julius. Anyone else have a preference?
Young Man: Ah, well, I’d like--.
Masumi: What role do you want?
Young Man: Umm… someone with fewer lines would probably be better… but…
Masumi: You’re going to be switching roles around anyway, so just pick who you want.
Young Man: T-Then, Romeo.
Masumi: If no one else has any preferences, I’ll just decide for the rest of you.
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Young Man: “Umm, let’s go on a journey together, Julius. We can leave behind this cramped town and travel the world.”
Towa: “Romeo, you’ve got brawn, and I’ve got the brains. If it’s the two of us together-- then we can surely do anything.”
Towa: “Right, together we can go anyw--.”
Young Man: Ah, sorry…
Towa: No, no, it’s my fault, I completely screwed that up!
Towa: (This is the worst. That wasn’t anything like Masumi-kun’s Julius at all. What I did wasn’t even close to Julius.)
Towa: (Embarrassing myself in front of Masumi-kun, I would’ve been better off just being publicly executed instead.)
Towa: Sorry, maybe it’d be better for me to switch with someone…
Young Man: Then I should also…
Masumi: That’s just how everyone is at first. It was the same for me and Sakuya too.
Masumi: Try switching your roles.
Young Man: Huh?
Towa: W-Will that really work…?
Masumi: Read Romeo’s lines from the scene we’re on right now.
Towa: “Let's go on a journey together, Julius. We can leave behind this cramped town and travel the world.”
Young Man: “Romeo, you’ve got brawn, and I’ve got the brains. If it’s the two of us together, then we can surely do anything.”
Towa: “Right, together we can go anywhere.”
Towa: (Huh? The lines somehow came out more naturally than they did before…)
Towa: (It feels good to say the lines like that…)
Young Man: Huh…
Towa: I did it somehow…?
Young Man: Me too…
Towa: You’re amazing, Masumi-kun!
Masumi: It was just because those roles fit you more.
Towa: (My heart is still pounding… I wonder what this feeling is… I feel like I can’t stop the urge to keep acting.)
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i have, somehow, finally returned to writing the Original the blank files story that spawned the absolute plethora of other stories. and i
i realize it is absolutely critical this story takes place in the 2000s
#rant#tbf#i mean. its meant to be set around 2012 and just prior and just after anyway#but i realize the HIGH SCHOOL portions are SO colored by the 2000s experience#theres just. a specific brand of WTF homophobia even from other baby gays who knew no better from that era#i remember being called homophobic shit BY the other gay kids because once we were exes#theyd pretend to be straight and make fun of me for liking pussy like OK well u wanted me to touch urs so maybe#ur joke about me eating tacos and being a carpet muncher freak is a little hypocritical no?#but like. that was ABOUND#and even if u Were somehow straight or exclusively dealing with straight ppl#they would do these 'gay marriages' of 2 straight girls acting married cause theyre Great Friends JUST so they could then insult#any girls who ACTUALLY liked girls#and guys? oh man poor guys. gay and all variants of gay were used Intensively to bully#i think the only guy friend i had who handled it alright was my also bi friend. who was class clown and a full bitch and he could insult#everyone back while also Towering over everyone so like. aside from thinking it was bizzare gay was an insult#they couldnt hurt him much#but yeah like me and him were the only people vaguely aware we were bi bitches in high school. (because everyone was biphobic and said#we werent real -.- )#it was ah. a way different high school experience#like. im really not kidding u could be a lesbian butch dating only other lesbian butches#and the second u would break up ur dyke ex would call YOU a filthy dyke carpet munching freak and spread rumors about u#despite ALL of yall looking like the obvious gay people here. it was certainly some Bullshit#(also its probably a miracle i didnt date many boys because im SO fucking queer and so fucking masculine i think id have short circuited#and lost my shit if a person called me anything like queen GOD YUCK)#also being trans in retrospect. explains so much of my teen years#lol one of my BIGGEST teen crushes was also nonbinary in retrospect. we Knew somehow before we Knew.#probs why we clicked. we both didnt act like the goddamn percieved gender ppl treated us as
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A tale as old as time
For @subeddieweek Day 7 | M | 2696 | cw: age gap (about 25-30y difference, Eddie's age is not stated, Steve's aligns with canon) | camboy Eddie, transmasc Eddie, kinda sugar daddy Steve?, modern AU, simp Steve, virgin Eddie, chatfic, pre-anything, gray ace Eddie | Ao3
"Hawkins High '86? How old is this guy?" Eddie asks himself, his eyebrows raised. There is a letterman in front of him, a gift from one of his top subscribers. Hell, his top subscriber. His number-one fan, who was responsible for about half of his revenue.
He's opened a PO box recently, with no little amount of worry about what kind of stuff he might get. He only gave the address to his top subscribers but he knew that the ones with the most money were usually the most unhinged. He went to the post office with his heart in his throat but all he got was a set of lingerie, a toy, and the letterman he was now holding.
He tried not to think about what kind of people would pay for his content. As long as he was making money he didn't care. But now he got a piece of one of them in his hands. Staring back.
1986.
Meaning the guy must be nearing 60. Double Eddie's age.
He tries to imagine that. An older guy, with wrinkles, maybe a beer belly, a gross old t-shirt, and his hand permanently in his sweats, beating it to his photos.
It was gross. And in a way, alluring.
Though someone with so much money to spend on a camboy must have a well-paying job. Some rich asshole, exploiting others to do the work for him. That's a more likely scenario. He tries not to think about big, rough hands on him when he puts on the jacket and takes pics for Shar.
He edits them a bit before sending them, knowing the guy will get a kick from seeing him in his jacket. The appeal of wearing your boyfriend's letterman eluded him in high school, but being claimed like that gave him a heady feeling. The fact that the guy could be his father apparently worked for him too.
He doesn't put his phone away fast enough and sees the message that pops up.
Shar: So hot. You look like every repressed teen jock's dream
Shar: Definitely like mine
Eddie thinks a moment about his response, channeling the persona he takes on for the camera.
PuppetOfMasters: Would I be your dirty secret?
PuppetOfMasters: Would you fuck me in the locker room behind your girlfriend's back?
Shar: I'd make YOU my girlfriend
Shar: Wait no
Shar: NOT LIKE THAT
Shar: A girlfriend but in a manly way
Eddie snorts.
You're good, he types. I know what you mean, don't worry.
He wouldn't keep around someone who didn't respect him. Besides, he made it clear he's saving for a transition with his Only Fans.
Thank god, Shar types. I respect who you are
Shar: In fact, I spend so much money on you because of it.
Eddie rolls onto his other side, his mood souring. One of those trans fetishists, then. That's fine, as long as he's being respectful and paying... Even if it leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth.
Ah, a connoisseur! Well, I hope I'm your favorite tranny, then, he jokes. He waits for an answer, but it doesn't come for a long while, so he flips his phone screen down and turns away, hoping for sleep.
A response is waiting for him when he wakes up.
Shar: I guess it sounded that way, but I'm not that kind of pervert. You're the only trans sex worker I follow, but not the only trans person I've sent money to.
Eddie sauntered to the bathroom, not taking his eyes off his phone. He wonders if continuing the conversation is even the right move. He's talked to one too many guys who thought sending him a dick pick was okay after ten minutes of small talk between a content creator and a fan.
But he's kind of curious. When he has money to spare, he sends some change to other trans folks to help out, because he knows how hard it is from his own experience. But why Shar, a seemingly loaded old guy, would spend his money on queers instead of, let's say, starving children?
PuppetOfMasters: So you're just an ally with cash? Or is there more to it? I'm curious.
He goes through his morning routine, washing his face, and brushing his teeth, not expecting Shar to get back to him any time soon. So he's surprised when he picks his phone back up and a response is waiting.
Shar: Long story short, I hope my father is rolling in his grave while I spend his inheritance on people he hated so much.
That's not what Eddie expected at all.
PuppetOfMasters: So I'm a means of rebellion against your bigoted dead father? I'll take that. I hate rich assholes
Shar: Me too
They don't talk for the whole day after that, but when Eddie's done running errands and editing in the evening, he looks back at the letterman hanging on the door of his wardrobe.
How is sending me your letterman an act of rebellion? he asks. Because he's a curious little shit.
The response comes fast like the guy is glued to his Only Fans chat. Gross. Eddie wonders briefly if he's talking with other sex workers there.
Shar: A souvenir of his precious high school fetishized on a queer ssex worker? He'd die if he hadn't already
So it is a fetish thing! Eddie smiles triumphantly at his phone.
Shar: Okay, fine
Shar: Sticking it to my father is just a bonus for you being really hot.
Shar: And I do love seeing you in my letterman, I've jerked off to it three times already
Shar: is that what you wanted to hear?
Eddie grins, rolling on his bed.
PuppetOfMasters: Yes
Shar: So yeah, I'm an old man who peaked in high school, laugh it up
PuppetOfMasters: I'd rather you peaked in me
Shar: Insufferable
Shar: Menace
Shar: Yeah, I'd love that. A man can dream, right?
Eddie bites his lip. How far is too far? The guy seems genuine and after the amount of creeps that's been chatting him up, he thinks his creep radar is quite good. Tentatively, he starts typing.
PuppetOfMasters: I don't know. I think people would like seeing me get railed by an older guy
Shar: An old guy, you mean
Shar: You'd make a video with me?
PuppetOfMasters: I record most of the sex I have, yes
Shar: Huh. I've never seen one before, then
PuppetOfMasters: warm, warmer
Shar: ... There aren't any?
PuppetOfMasters: din ding ding! ya boy is a virgin
Shar: shit
Shar: fuck
Shar: that's so hot
Shar: you'd let me?
PuppetOfMasters: Would I let my best-paying subscriber be my first time on camera? Probably
Not necessarily to be released but he couldn't lose the possibility of such golden content in case it was watchable.
Shar: I'd better keep my spot then. Just in case.
PuppetOfMasters: No worries, you seem the most trustworthy so far anyway.
But as he types it, a new notification appears. Shar sent him a hefty tip on one of his photos.
PuppetOfMasters: That's really not necessary
PuppetOfMasters: But I hope your father is kicking and screaming in his coffin
Shar: I fucking hope so
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It takes Eddie another day to google Hawkins High's yearbook photos. He'd thought about it before but didn't want to break the bubble of anonymity between himself and his fan. But the thoughts of big hands on his hips, and beard rubbing against his neck, took root in his brain and were tainting his mind.
Not fully in tune with his body and distrustful of others, Eddie has been single for most of his life. And now his stupid horny brain was drooling at the thought of losing his virginity to a grandpa on the internet.
Hoping it would help his thoughts calm down, he looks through the photos from the year 1986, in search of a Harrington. And he finds him.
Steve Harrington. Basketball captain and swim team co-captain. His hairdo was magnificent and his smile was self-confident. Eddie would hate him in high school. Should probably hate him now. So he expands his search further, beyond the Hawkins High memory lane.
He finds one single photo on a LinkedIn profile.
The current Steve Harrington's hair is no less magnificent, just peppered with silver. He wears glasses now, which accentuate the line of his jaw and make his neatly trimmed facial hair pop out. He's wearing a yellow jacket and a white golf, which should be hideous but weirdly, works for him. Eddie doesn't get to see his eyes, unfortunately. The photo looks like a candid photo shoot take-out after someone told him a joke. His head is tilted down, eyes scrunched and lips pulled in a smile, as a bubbling laugh got immortalized on camera.
Eddie shouldn't be finding a sixty-year-old man this endearing.
PuppetOfMasters: I like your LinkedIn photo
PuppetOfMasters: Well, I hope it's you.
PuppetOfMasters: Steve, right?
He can't forget about this for the whole day, not as he budgets his income, and especially not when he records a short video jerking off in the shower. He tries not to look at his phone but it's his only one, so he does while trying to budget in a second one, just for sex work. Maybe then he wouldn't be feeling so insane about not getting a response from a stranger who is an old pervert spending loads of money on him.
He tries to be normal when a chat notification finally pops up.
Shar: If you saw the golf and yellow jacket photo, that's me
Shar: though please don't make me type my full name in here.
no worries, Eddie types back so fast he should be embarrassed. It's a good photo.
Shar: Thanks. My best friend took it
PuppetOfMasters: Your friend has a good eye
Shar: I'll let her know
Shar: I'm surprised it took you this long to search me up
Eddie's surprised too. Usually, his curiosity would take over him sooner.
PuppetOfMasters: I tried not to pry. But I had to in case we were gonna meet up one day
Shar: So you were serious?
Shar: I've been wondering if you sweet-talk all your followers like that
PuppetOfMasters: Only the ones that don't send me dick pics
Shar: I knew holding back would pay off
Eddie snorts at his phone.
Though I might need one before we meet up, he types. Gotta know what I'm working with
Shar: Right. Of course
Shar: So how would that work?
Eddie hasn't thought about it this far.
PuppetOfMasters: I need to read about OF's policy on collabs. Never had to before, since I work solo. Would probably have to hire you, well, sign a commission/gig contract or something like that. So it's all legal and shit.
Shar, Steve, doesn't answer for a long while, and it might be the end of his devirginizing journey. Well, if the guy doesn't want to make this legal, put his name on some paperwork, then he isn't trustworthy, and that's the end of it.
It's half an hour later and Eddie's bitten all his nails off trying not to follow up with any messages and focus on anything else when an answer finally comes.
Shar: Sorry my friend was bothering me
Shar: this sounds more complicated than I anticipated. So I would be like, a co-creator, then?
PuppetOfMasters: Precisely
Shar: Holy shit okay
Shar: Thought I'd be you know, less involved
Though you could hit it and quit it, huh? Eddie scrunched his nose. What was he getting himself into? Gods.
Shar: If that's what you wanted I'd take it
Eddie shouldn't be blushing over this one. It's like he's throwing the man scraps and he's licking them up.
PuppetOfMasters: Simp
Shar: I am what I am
Shar: With that said, I'm willing to make it work. Do all the paperwork you need
PuppetOfMasters: Doing paperwork just to fuck me? so romantic
Shar: I suck at paperwork so my friend would be doing it anyway
Shar: If that's okay
PuppetOfMasters: I think it's best if someone looks it over, yeah
Eddie hesitates for a moment.
PuppetOfMasters: That friend doesn't happen to be your wife?
Fuck no, comes the immediate response
Shar: I'm perpetually single and she's as gay as they come.
PuppetOfMasters: Good. Wouldn't want to be the other girl
Shar: If I had the chance you'd be the only one
PuppetOfMasters: Jesus.
Eddie squeezes his legs together unconsciously.
PuppetOfMasters: Stop sweet talking me, I've already agreed to fuck
Shar: But we haven't signed anything yet. Even then, I'll keep sweet-talking you. It's what you deserve.
For the first time, Eddie thinks he might not survive their meeting. And not because of the possible killer scenario. Thankfully, Steve gets back to business talk.
Shar: How would this work, legal stuff aside? Do you script this?
PuppetOfMasters: Do I look like I script shit?
Shar: I'm not the one with Only Fans
PuppetOfMasters: Fair. I think we could just set up cameras and do whatever we feel like. Then decide together if the footage will be released or not.
Shar: Sounds reasonable
Shar:When would you want to do this?
When?
Eddie hasn't thought that far. In fact, he felt like he hadn't been thinking for the past couple of days.
I'm the sole god of my schedule so I'm open to anything, he types evasively.
Shar: I have some time off next month, could fly to wherever you need me
Next month seemed close. Extremely close. Or maybe it wasn't? He never worked with anyone before. Hell, he didn't even have that many friends to meet up with.
Next month works I guess, he answers despite his nerves.
Shar: Wanna face time before we start the legal work?
His nerves escalate, making his mouth dry. He reminds himself he's done this before, he's on camera all the time.
PuppetOfMasters: Like, right now?
Shar: Yeah?
PuppetOfMasters: Ok, give me five minutes.
Eddie shoots up, checks himself in the mirror, and finds a good angle for his phone to set up. He lowkey hopes Steve picks up with his dick in the frame so Eddie can block him with a clear conscience and forget about the whole thing. When six minutes from his last message pass, he hits 'call'.
"Hi," Eddie squeaks when the video connects. Steve Harrington's arms are in the frame, crossed on the desk, and toned where he's leaning on them.
"Hi," he greets him with a dazzling smile.
It is the guy from the photo, so at least he's not being catfished. And he has none of the creepy simp energy Eddie feared. He's just... a guy. It's both a relief and a disappointment.
"Well?" the guy asks.
"Well, what?" Eddie frowns.
"Are you disappointed? Am I too old?"
Eddie looks at him properly. His hair is lighter on the sides, but not grey yet, and the video quality doesn't make any wrinkles stand out to him. Maybe some worry lines, crow's feet if he squints. He looks like he keeps in shape, too. Eddie wouldn't call him old. Mature, maybe. A DILF slowly transforming into a Silver Fox.
"You look fine. Good. You look good. Attractive," Eddie fumbles with his words and barely stops himself from facepalming. This is why he mostly texts.
Steve smirks at him. And holy shit, a dude twice his age smirking at him shouldn't be doing things to his body.
"You sure? You're not gonna block me after we hang up, are you?"
Eddie shakes his head.
"I stand by our plans. You're passing my creep radar so far, but uh..." He scratches his cheek nervously. "I'd like to keep in touch in case, you know. A red flag pops up. I hope you get it."
Steve nods, his expression growing serious.
"Absolutely. We're strangers, after all."
"Yeah." Eddie nods, relieved. It would give him ample time and opportunities to back out.
On the screen, Steve leans more on his arms, closer to the camera.
"So I think dick assessment is next on the checklist?"
Eddie might not even survive video calls with this guy, after all.
#subeddieweek#sub eddie week#sub eddie munson#cj x subeddieweek#mine#steddie#cw: age gap#camboy au#modern au#transmasc eddie munson#this story got away from me as soon as it started#i just wanted to write some online domming but no#some mmmm older guy touching me???? kinda hot#b u t NO
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valentine; pablo gavi
summary: experimenting love for the first time feels kind of weird, in the best way of the word.
warnings: none, just fluff.
word count: 1,8k
it was the first time you felt like you were inside a love story, the first time you empathized with the protagonists who felt butterflies in their stomachs every time they saw their beloved or smiled at the mere thought of them.
throughout your high school, you were that girl who had to witness your friends telling stories about holding hands, kissing and having sex with the right person, and helping them write and decorate letters for their partners on valentine’s day.
the only solution you found to dive into that world was in the books and movies. all you read was romance, hoping for one in real life. a kiss underneath the rain, a jacket around your shoulders when the air got cold, someone to accompany and hear you.
fortunately, your friends never made you feel left out. but you couldn't help but feel that way every time you saw them smile with their significant others. the epitome of that feeling was when you blew out the eighteen candles in your birthday cake, it felt like sealing your fate.
everyone applauding and cheering that you reached the majority of age. the only thing you did when everyone left wasn't opening the amount of presents they had given you.
you sat on the couch with the lights off and put your favorite rom-com on the tv, searching for ice cream on the fridge and a blanket. you knew every word of the movie, every scene, every detail.
you had the same reaction as the first time you saw it. in a slumber party, when you were twelve. and that contrast is what gave you distress and shame, it had been six years and you still haven't had a romance. tears began to fall from your eyes, thinking that that person who would make you feel unique would never come.
it was almost funny how you manifested it in your life after watching it over and over again. after holidays, you applied for the first job that had vacancies to help your mother with your two younger siblings; she was having trouble covering everything with a single income.
your job at a small bookstore hidden in a secluded corner of barcelona didn't pay much, but it was your favorite place. you enjoyed organizing books, recommending them, and having conversations about them with interested customers.
you never would have imagined seeing one of your brother's favorite football players enter that store. the little bell above the door chimed, and you quickly looked up from the book you were finishing, right at the best part.
"buenas," (hi.) he said, approaching the counter. you tucked the book beneath it and stood up from the stool.
"buenas tardes, ¿cómo puedo ayudarte?” (good afternoon, how can I help you?) you smiled formally, just as you did with all customers. you were amazed at how pretty he was; your brother always watched his interviews, and you knew quite a bit about his life. however, you couldn't understand why it felt like a breeze of air had reached your face when he stood up in front of you.
"i was looking for a book for my sister. a birthday gift." you nodded and asked him to specify a bit more about her interests, and what genre she liked.
"ah, she's into mystery novels," he replied, his eyes scanning the shelves as if trying to find the perfect gift.
you led him to the mystery section, explaining the different authors and their styles. as you chatted, you couldn't help but notice how down-to-earth and friendly he was. you were an expert talking to new people, but this felt different, it was the perfect cadence.
he eventually settled on a classic detective novel, expressing gratitude for your assistance. as he paid for the book, he asked, "would it be too much trouble to have it gift-wrapped? it's a surprise for her, you see."
you gladly agreed, and as you carefully wrapped the book, he continued the conversation. he shared anecdotes about his sister's love for mystery stories and how he hoped this gift would bring her joy.
little did you know that after that interaction that brightened the rest of your day, it would turn into something much more significant.
you pondered whether you would see him again. had he felt the same as you? or maybe it was just your desperation, and how notting hill was engraved in your subconscious.
but sometimes, movie scripts weren't entirely wrong, like when you heard the little bell of the store ringing again a week later, this time while you were arranging some new books that had arrived, perched on the ladder.
"hi," he greeted excitedly. you directed your gaze to where the sound came from, and a smile appeared on your face. you were almost overcome with excitement, but you held on tightly to the ladder to not fall.
"good morning," you said, finishing arranging a book and descending from the ladder.
"my sister loved the book! she said it was the best gift ever," he beamed, making you feel great. he extended an invitation for coffee as a token of appreciation.
you didn't even know if it was professional to accept it while you were working, but you weren't hurting anyone. and that was the best decision you could ever make in your life.
every hope that you had murdered with resentment now resurrected with a new shine. what you thought was your destiny was just a moment in time.
it had been a challenge for pablo to make you believe that he truly wanted to be with you. countless times, he felt the need to explain how wonderful and precious you were.
you didn't know how to react to his compliments or sudden kisses. he was so spontaneous and impulsive, and you were so calculated and cold because he was everything you had ever dreamed of. but what if it was just a dream that could crumble at any moment?
yet, he took it upon himself day and night to make you feel like the most cherished woman. and how could you not feel that way with those crystal-clear eyes looking at you as if you were a sunset over the ocean?
he loved your laughter so much that he couldn't help but make jokes or clown around at every opportunity that presented itself.
he showed you a new way to see life, to explore a new spectrum of colors that had been withheld from you for so long, and dispelled certain beliefs that were imposed on your mind.
even your mother and your own friends adored him; they couldn't ask for more than your first love to be with such a dedicated and understanding guy, dispelling any lingering doubts.
he was the person who listened to you talk about your favorite books but also, had no problem listening when you complained about something going wrong.
the smallest and most imperceptible details were what made you fall a little more in love with him every day, confirming that you wanted to be by his side for eternity.
his angelic voice was engraved in the back of your mind, the first “i love you”, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ears the first time you decided to make love, assuring you that he would take care of you at every moment. and, of course, he protected his word, a man who never failed you.
sometimes, just sometimes, when you understood the great person the universe put in your path and remembered that you haven’t lose your mind trying to find a man like him. when you remembered his touch was completely real —something that took quite a while to accept— you flaunted him in front of everyone.
his eskimo kisses every time you felt down had become so essential and pure that they automatically reset your mind.
and you couldn’t forget how he had the gift of turning the simplest things into memories that you would fantasize to tell your grandchildren, sitting side by side, full of gray hair and wrinkles. the beauty of simplicity.
it was truly a movie-like love. a movie that your 16-year-old self would love with all her heart, and now you were living it firsthand, and it was true. it existed, and no one could take it away from you.
“i don't ever wanna let go of you. i want us to stay like this, like sloths, for the rest of our lives.” you giggled, amused by his antics and nose nuzzling affectionately against your neck. he squeezed your waist with his hand and got you trapped with his leg over your body.
“i would love to do that too, baby. but unfortunately, we're only human, and i still can't be late for work.” you moved his leg and replacing the pout of his lips with a sweet kiss. you could spend hours listening to him talk.
he grabbed your cheeks and showered your face with kisses while you laughed. “seriously!”
“i hate that you have to work.”
“you should be grateful, because if i didn't have this job, you would've never meet me.” his eyes sparkled with affection as you headed off, leaving behind the warmth of his presence but carrying the glow of his love within you.
he often wondered if you knew you were his first true love. none of the women who came before you stood up to the way he couldn't help but think and speak of you, of your remarkable essence as a person.
it was as if meeting you had illuminated a part of his soul he didn't know existed—a feeling so profound, it reshaped his understanding of love. your presence felt like the missing piece he'd been searching for, and with every passing day, he found himself falling deeper.
once, he couldn't fathom the allure of romantic movies, convinced they portrayed an unrealistic, overly idealized version of love. how could it possibly measure up to reality? it felt like a sudden twist in the game when he discovered the depth of love in the embrace of a girl who adored those movies. it was through this realization that he understood—love was far more beautiful than any screenwriter could ever capture.
the movies could never capture the immensity of his emotions during those fleeting moments when he danced with you, be it in the disco or under the soft kitchen light because it held the same intimacy. it was in the way your voice still trembled ever so slightly when you praised him and the way your cheeks flushed with color when he returned the compliment.
for both of you, it was a fairytale woven into reality. you, always yearning for it, and him, a skeptic who never believed in such tales.
the enchantment and genuineness were evident in every shared glance and each entwined finger. it was etched in the lines of your palms, you were meant to be timeless.
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🍓strawberries: yeonjun x reader | childhood friends to lovers | warnings: none, just cute ♡
"they say a double strawberry will bring love. spliting it in half and sharing it with another person, you will fall in love with each other..."
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A soft tapping on your bedroom window startled you awake.
You turned quickly to your left, seeing a face looking back at you. The face of your best friend.
“Yeonjun!” you snapped holding your hands over your chest, “you nearly gave me a heart attack!”
The corners of his mouth tilted up, his finger pointing upwards, signaling you to open the window.
You sighed as you walked over and lifted the glass up, “don’t you know what time it is?” you asked.
Yeonjun checks the watch on his wrist, “it’s only 9:30pm.”
You dropped your face in the palm of your hand, “only 9:30pm he says.”
“Yeah! Obviously!” Yeonjun places his foot over the plastic panel to the window, “move over I’m coming in.”
You step aside, watching your childhood best friend make his way into your room.
Yeonjun sets a plastic convenience store bag on your desk where you were once asleep.
“Oh shit! I forgot we had math homework!” Yeonjun picks up your notebook, “can I copy this later?”
You snatch the notebook from his hands, “you know you can do it yourself, right? And anyways, why are you here so late? It’s a school night you know.”
He points to the plastic bag, “I got us snacks.”
“Yeah. I can see that.”
You decided to accept his snacks, knowing full well if you didn’t he would pout until you did or leave pouting and then you’d definitely never hear the end of it. You both sat on the floor leading against your bed to keep the crumb from getting on the bedsheets.
Yeonjun went on telling a story about his experience at school earlier that day while you sipped on the cola he brought you, and munched on some chips.
You and Yeonjun have been friends since birth, your mothers are both best friends, which automatically made the two of you best friends.
“Like Y/N it was crazy! This fight was different from any other school fights I’ve seen!”
You nodded your head, “I can tell by your story. I don’t know why you get yourself caught up in these fights, remember we are seniors in high school, if you want to get into a good college, you can’t get caught up in that.”
Yeonjun rolls his eyes, “It’s not like I was in the fight, I just stopped it.”
“That does not help your case.”
He shrugs, digging into the bag for another snack.
“Ah! I forgot I got strawberries!”
You glance over, seeing the rubbing strawberries in his hands. Your eyes lit up, “why did you not start with the strawberries first! I love them!”
Yeonjun smiled brightly, “that’s why they had to be last! I know you love them.”
The smell of the fresh strawberries filled your room, your mouth watering, ready to have a taste.
One by one you both took them, the container soon almost empty.
Yeonjun’s attention was soon taken by the last strawberry, he held it up in his hand, “it’s a double strawberry.”
You reached across trying to take it from him, but he pulled away, “I call dibs!” you tried to reach again but he was quick to pull it further away, “Yeonjun!”
“Do you not know the lord to double strawberries?!” he frantically let out, still shoving you away from the red goodness.
“What is so special about a double strawberry?? Is it more juicy? I want it if so!”
Yeonjun rolled his eyes, “No! Silly! Sit back and I will tell you.”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you let him win, ready for him to explain.
“Okay, they say if you share a double strawberry, the ones who share it fall in love with each other.” Yeonjun smiled up at you, only for his smile to fade once he saw the look on your face.
“That’s the lore?” you couldn’t hide that your were disappointed. You hoped for the lord to be something more amazing.
Yeonjun flicked his finger to your forehead, “yes that IS the lore! Do you not find that interesting?!”
You shook your head, “I think it is silly to put trust in a fruit to make two people fall in love.”
Yeonjun shrugged, “I think it’s fascinating.”
“You’ve always been the more romantic one out of the two of us.”
He nodded, staring down at the strawberries. You felt bad after not believing his story, Yeonjun always loved theories and it made you feel guilty for shutting it down so quickly.
“I’m sorry for being mean,” you apologized.
He smiled brightly at you, “share the strawberry with me.”
You laughed, thinking he was joking. “What? You’re serious?”
He nodded again, “yeah why not?” he wiggled his brows, “maybe we’ll figure out if it’s true or not.”
You shoved his shoulder, “stop playing.”
He locked eyes with you, your heart rate increasing seeing how very serious he was being, “I’m not playing, Y/N.”
All you could do was nod in agreement. What’s the worst that could happen?
Yeonjun split the strawberry and handed you your half.
This was the first time you felt nervous around him. Yeonjun knows your deepest, darkest secrets. Has seen you at your worst, and even your highest. This man embarrassed you in front of the whole student body in the fourth grade when he found out which boy you had a crush on and announced it to everyone. Never once had he ever made you feel the things you were right now.
But you ate the strawberry anyways, watching as he ate his half.
“You’re right,” his voice startled you, “the double strawberry was really juicy.”
Yeonjun looked over at you making eye contact.
Every inch of you was screaming to look away, to nod your head in agreement that the strawberry was indeed juicy and really good.
But you couldn’t break away, you sat frozen beside him.
Yeonjun inched closer to you, shifting his body facing you, his arm resting on your bed while the other hand reached for you.
You let him. You let him place his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your cheek. You could smell his cologne, feel his breath against your skin.
Yeonjun slowly connected his lips to yours. Your body went hot from his touch. Everything was spinning, but felt as if the world had stopped.
Once he pulled away, you had to remind yourself to breathe.
“It’s late,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
Yeonjun placed a final kiss on your forehead, and you watched him climb out your window and disappear down the street.
As if the lore of the strawberry were true, you fell in love with him.
Everything with Yeonjun felt so right. Everything made sense with him.
And he felt the same with you.
The two of you spent the rest of the school year together.
You became the “it” couple of the school. And deep down, you loved it.
Every holiday with him was better than before. Every date was more and more special. Every kiss took your breath away every single time. The first I love you melted you. But your heart raced faster each time you heard those words come from his mouth.
You loved him with every inch of your being. You felt as if nothing could tear you two apart.
Until the day came where it did tear you apart.
The two of you sat on the floor of his bedroom. Boxes filled every corner of the room, the convenient store bag of snacks, untouched. A container of strawberries empty, with no double strawberry.
“Yeonjun, we can find a way!” you cried.
He tucked his lip between his teeth, “we can’t and you know that.”
Today was supposed to be a celebration of Yeonjun being accepted as a trainee, but you didn’t think the celebration would end with the both of you ending.
High School graduation was in a week, you both had so many plans for the summer. He was supposed to follow you to your dream college that was three hours away if he wasn’t accepted as his dream company to be a trainee, and even if he was accepted, you both wanted to make it work.
Until tonight.
You knew with Yeonjun’s schedule he wouldn’t have time to visit you often or text or even call often. You did not think it was going to be enough to break the two of you apart.
You kept looking at the empty container of strawberries, wishing a double one would magically appear there. Maybe the lore wasn’t true after all.
Graduation came and gone. Days passed. Months flew by and then a years.
You graduated top of your class from college and landed your dream job in Seoul and moved into a beautiful apartment.
Your parents threw you a party in congratulations. All your friends from high school came and even the one from college.
You sat on the couch beside your parents, listening to them talk about how their lives have been since you’ve been gone. You’ve talked to them on the phone every single day, and they’ve visited, but there was still a lot to be caught up on.
“Oh honey! Mrs. Choi told me to give you her congrats.” your mother said, giving you a warm smile.
You nodded and smiled back, “tell her I said thank you.”
She nodded back, but her warm smile slowly faded, “Have you spoken to Yeonjun?”
You froze at his name, slowly looking away from your mom.
She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving a soft squeeze.
You excused yourself, rushing away to the kitchen.
Yeonjun never left your mind. For years since the last day you saw him, he was all you ever thought about. Your heart ached for him. It wanted him and only him.
You noticed a fruit plate on the table, with a singular strawberry sitting on it. You picked it up, and threw it away.
A few months have gone by, you settled into your apartment and made a name for yourself at your job. Life was getting easier and Yeonjun didn’t cross your mind much anymore. But maybe it was due to being busy. You never knew the answer to that, and didn’t want to find that answer.
The first snow of winter touched the ground. You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets, forgetting your gloves at home was the worst mistake of the day.
You had a late day at work, causing you to walk home at 9pm. With the sun down, the winter breeze was even cooler.
You kept your head low as you continued your walk back home, counting down the steps until you walked into your apartment.
A few pairs of laughter in the distance caught your attention, you didn’t want to run into them after all.
You glance up, seeing five men standing on the sidewalk, laughing at each other.
It made you smile, it reminded you of the times you and your friends would laugh.
But your smile faded, when you recognized one smile.
You stopped walking after fully realizing you recognized the laugh too.
Your heart raced seeing how happy he looked. How different he looked. You could tell he carried himself different. His smile was bigger. He was much taller. His hair was dyed orange. He looked the happiest you’ve ever seen him.
You knew you needed to walk away, to turn around and walk a different way home. You couldn’t ruin this for him.
But it was too late.
He made eye contact with you. His smile faded.
You wanted to move, but your feet were planted to the ground.
He said something to the four friends of his and made his way to you.
You finally were able to look away, hoping his friends would pull him back, but saw they were no longer on site.
Finally, you were able to turn around, facing away from him.
“Y/N! Wait please!”
You couldn’t take another step before his hands turned you around and pulled you to him, his arms wrapping around you.
You fought yourself to keep from crying, kept yourself stiff so you wouldn’t.
Yeonjun realized it too, slowly pulling himself from you.
“Why are you out here alone?” he asked, pulling a strain of hair behind your ear, “you’re freezing! Are you heading home? I’ll drive you.”
You shook your head, “no I’m fine.”
His face fell, watching his foot dig into the snow.
“Please let me take you home, I don’t feel okay knowing you’re walking alone.”
You took a deep breath in, “you haven’t changed much have you?”
A small smile grew on his face, “obviously not.”
You agreed to let him drive you home.
He stopped at the convenient store down the street from your apartment, “why are we stopping?” you asked.
He gave you a wink, “for snacks of course, just like old times.”
Your heart sank, but you slowly nodded anyway. You tried to push the last memory of sharing snacks with him out of your head. You didn’t want to remember it.
Yeonjun dropped the plastic bag on your kitchen table, sliding his jacket off, dropping it in the chair.
“Want any coffee? To help warm up?” you asked.
Yeonjun nodded, “yes, thank you.
He rustled through the plastic bag, bringing out a few packages of ramen, two bags of chips, and a container of strawberries.
You handed him his coffee, glancing down at the container.
“You really got everything we used to eat as children, didn’t you.” you soft scoffed.
Yeonjun tore open one of the bags of chips, “hey I’m a simple guy.”
You rolled your eyes, sitting down at the table across from him, “you really didn’t change.”
He glanced over at you, “why would I?”
You shrugged, tapping your fingers on your coffee mug, “you’re an idol now.”
“Y/N, just because I’m famous doesn’t mean I’m not the same Yeonjun you know.”
You looked away from him, seeing his face hurt.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I am an idiot, I get it. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you all these years. You’re the main reason I was able to get as far as I did.”
You looked into his eyes trying to read him. Yeonjun never was able to hide how he felt from you, even as kids you always knew what he was feeling. And right now wasn’t any different. You could see his emotions all over his face.
“I didn’t want to lose you,” he chuckled, “but I couldn’t put you through that life.”
You shocked your head, anger filled you, “you don’t know how it would have worked! I was ready for that life. Prepared myself for it. I was ready to support you through thick and thin.”
Yeonjun nodded, “I know, trust me I do.”
You both sat in silence, until you decided fighting with him wasn’t what you wanted right now. You finally reunited with him, you don’t know when you’d be able to see him again.
“Want to eat the strawberries and talk how we used to?”
Yeonjun smiled, opening the container.
You listened as he talked about his trainee days, about his group members, the company he’s under and even his seniors who he looks up to and all the friends he was able to make. He looked so happy talking about it all. You couldn’t help but wonder how different it would have been for him if you were still in the picture during that time.
“I’m very happy for you, Yeonjun,” you picked up a strawberry, “I guess it worked out in the end.”
You didn’t mean for those words to be that sharp, but you could tell they cut him like a knife.
“I meant it when I said I never stopped thinking about you. I talked about you all the time. I still do.”
“I think about you too,” you decided to admit, “I never stopped.”
He cleared his throat, “get me caught up on you.”
You caught him up on your everyday life and how you ended up in Seoul.
“I am very glad you’re doing well for yourself, Y/N. I was worried about you.”
You raised a brow at him, “I’m an adult Yeonjun, I can’t take care of myself now.” you teased him.
He threw his hands up in defense, “hey listen, I trust you okay.”
You both laughed. You missed this. You missed him.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, as if he could read your mind.
You sighed, “I’ve missed you too.”
Yeonjun chuckled, reaching for the last strawberry in the box, his eyes frozen on it.
You took a sip from your coffee, watching him in confusion, “what is wrong with it?”
He smiled, “have you ever heard the lore of sharing a double strawberry with someone?”
You set your cup down, seeing the double strawberry in his hand.
“Yeonjun…”
“They say if you split the strawberry in half with someone, the two will fall in love.”
He glances up at you, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yeonjun…I—“
“I’m still in love with you, Y/N,” he interrupted. “I loved you way before we even shared the first double strawberry. I think I’ve loved you for as long as I could remember, and I never stopped. Sharing the strawberry with you that night all those years ago only gave me the confidence to finally show it.”
Tears formed in your eyes. The happiness you felt in that moment was written all over your face.
“I don’t remember when I realized it, but it’s the same with me”, you reached across the table grabbing him by his shirt collar, “I’ve always loved you Choi Yeonjun, and it took that stupid double strawberry to finally realize it.”
The last thing you saw was his smile and his face inching closer to yours. Your world spun at the touch of his lips. Your heart raced feeling his cold hand brush against your neck.
He was here with you. And that’s all that mattered in that moment.
Yeonjun pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, “so, we are sharing this strawberry?”
“As long as you promise to not leave my side again.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m dumb enough to walk away from you again.”
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Since you're doing requests could we do Jing Yuan body swapping bodies with the reader and both being enjoying some intense roleplaying and change in power dynamics
prompt! body swap in bed?
content! NSFW, gn! reader, a lot of reckless fucking, power play, roleplaying, established relationship, just pure filth in this one lol, Jing Yuan in your body getting man handled, 🤭 a lil bit of dacryphilia toward the end
note! KAF HERE OUT OF MY WAY OH YM FOD ANON UR MIND.. ur mind!!!! once i read this i was giggling like a stupid school girl, I'm eating this UPP hopefully i did it some justice.. I'm a little nervous lol
Isn't this nice? The General, way below under you, fucking and playing with your sex like it's his birth right. He seems to be enjoying himself quite a lot, seeing how hard he's trying to take himself in his mouth. Jing Yuan doesn't even seem to take notice, but those little mewls and whimpers he let out of your mouth with your voice unconsciously turn him on more than he initially thought.
This is when Jing Yuan takes notice just how flexible and amazing you are. He can't help but get his already high ego boosted just by looking at his own length. Wow, fuck— he's big. The general cant help but notice the fact that the tip keeps hitting the back of your throat. This is what you put in your mouth? The one where you lull your tongue, fuck and suck on it like you've been deprived? Still, from the way his body was jerking and crying all over the place— Jing Yuan thinks he's doing a pretty good job.
Now that Jing Yuans in your body and he's in yours, you both get to experiment on how you usually turn the tables this way. Jing Yuan never knew he could make those noises before. You were so loud and whiny in his body, groaning and taking in sharp breaths ever so often.. your lovely Jing Yuan can't help but rise back up to your face level and wipe away stray tears, hot breath on his skin.
"Oh, but darling," he coos in your voice. Your sultry lips smirking ever so slightly. "I barely even begun.. are you giving up already, General?"
Your breath hitches at just how mischievous he can get, even in bed.. but fuck the way he calls out to you.. it's just so intoxicating. You let out a low chuckle, heaving a deep sigh. Jing Yuans body's hair was disheveled, and his lips were so swollen from all the kissing he begged for. On top of that, his cock was still riled up for more.
He kisses your lips once more, giving you a smile. Ah, even if he's in your body, you could always tell it would be him just by his smile. Jing Yuan has that certain charm.. that even if he wore a thousand faces, you would never be deceived— and that's a good thing.
But it makes you wonder, how far can you go?
You'd love to see his reactions, his faces— just putting his body in different positions he put you in when he's fucking you silly. As you quickly flip your body with his bodies unrivaled strength on all fours, Jing Yuan catches up to your agenda quickly, and he's not about to disappoint.
It's just that Jing Yuan underestimated how reckless you would be in his body. With his stamina and grip, you fuck into him so senselessly. By the time he already came two times, you're still ramming his veiny cock into your pussy chasing your high. This time he's drooling— eyes rolling to the back of his head as more cute and whiny noises come out of your mouth.
One things for sure is that you both love your respective voices. It's just something about how you vocalize pleasure and how good your making each other feel good so arousing. You're a lot more breathy and hot when you're in his body.
Jing Yuan always knew your body was sensitive to his touch, but never first hand. Now that he's getting a taste of his own medicine, Jing Yuan claws and scratches his own back just to get you to stop pounding in him so much. ♡
Roleplaying as each other was disorienting at first. After all, if you think about it, it's still your body. But, can you really afford to think about that when your significant other is kissing each and every part of yourself? You can't help but gaze at Jing Yuan even for just a moment. It's as if his natural charm is so perfect for your body. The way those slender fingers of hers go down your broad chest to the way he bats your eyelashes.
On his end, he really loves the way you respond to his advances— especially when you try and buck your hips just to give his cock more friction from your hands. His body or not, he loves seeing you squirm just because of him. ♡ Didn't you just overstimulate him a while ago? I think this time, you'll pay a price.
Jing Yuan knows how it could be to be teased and edged until tears. With his dick so angry and swollen, the only thing keeping it pretty is his white, thick precum. He knows how bitter it is, but just to mess with you— he'd drink it all up and refuse to kiss.
"It doesn't taste good, you know?"
You can't help but let out a small tsk. You literally eat him up every chance you get, and he wouldn't kiss you just because he still has traces of his own cum in his mouth?
Jokes on him, you're in his body. You're physically able to come and force a kiss with his body. Ah, such lovely perk. Witnessing him just widen his eyes in shock as you take his lips into yours was so amusing.
Pulling away from his lips, the bitter aftertaste was left on your tongue— connecting a string of saliva. You don't mind. It's him, after all.
"(Y/n), sweet heart.." you'd never thought the day would come where you would be the one seductively calling out to your own name with his voice, in his body. My god, that just brings out the most unhinged parts of Jing Yuan. He felt just how vivid the way his sex throbbed.
"..I need you to cry."
#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan#jing yuan smut#hsr#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#honkai: star rail#honkai: star rail x reader
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Spencer's Choice
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.5k
Warnings: angst, reuniting long lost love, heartbreak, impossible choice to make
Summary: Breaking up with Spencer is the hardest thing you've ever had to do. You left and returned years later, only to run into him again. Feelings return that you thought were gone. Spencer has a choice to make: you or his family.
Square Filled: goodbye letter (2021) for @cmbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Ah, back in your hometown. You miss the way the sunshine feels on your skin even when the wind blowing is almost at freezing temperatures. You miss the way the cars sound as they’re rushing down the road as a reminder that people need to leave earlier when it comes to this town. You miss the small-town feeling of everyone being so close-knit that you can check up on your neighbors and see how they’re doing every day.
You miss home.
You haven’t been back in the United States in a little over a year, and back in this town for much longer. Ever since you left after you graduated, you really haven’t looked back. It killed you to do so but you were on a mission to better people’s lives with your degree and experience. You’re a very skilled architect who has been involved in many unique projects all over the world. It’s been one big adventure that you love having. You’ve met genuinely good people, tried amazing and unique food, delved into different cultures, and got to experience what others only dream about.
Now you’re just glad to be back in your hometown, relax, and spend the money you’ve been saving for years.
You walk down the familiar road next to the park you used to go to after school every day with your friends. There is something brown in the middle of the sidewalk but upon closer examination, you see it’s a child’s teddy bear. You pick it up in hopes there is a name or a number you can call, but the only thing you can find is an address. Weird. Most people don’t put their addresses on kids’ toys but who are you to judge?
With a quick Google search, you find the address is only two blocks from where you’re at. This is your chance to be a good samaritan and return the bear to a child who is probably missing it. You find the house easily and walk up the porch steps. You knock on the door and wait only ten seconds before it opens. A young girl about the age of seven is standing there with sad eyes.
“Hi, does he belong to you?” you ask and produce the bear.
Her eyes light up happily when she sees the toy.
“Thank you so much!” she squeals and grabs it from you.
“Marissa, what did I tell you about answering the door without your mother or me?” you hear her dad say.
You look up and lock eyes with the only person you’ve ever been in love with: Spencer Reid. You two were high school sweethearts back then, and it was clear to everyone at that school that you two were going to end up together for life. You were in love with him so much and wished you could have stayed, but it broke your heart to break up with him.
You have always wanted to be an architect even when you were younger. Your parents got you Legos that you could build houses from, and you’d build all sorts of different houses with different rooms for everything a person could need. When you got to your junior year, you applied to different colleges for architecture which also included colleges outside of the United States. Never in a million years did you think you’d ever get into those colleges but your mother encouraged you to apply.
Four months before graduation, you got an amazing offer to study at UCL in London with the opportunity to be an intern side by side with one of the most famous architects at that time. What an amazing opportunity, your mother told you. Yes, it was but there was one thing holding you back: Spencer.
It started one of the biggest arguments between you two. It lasted for months leading up to graduation. He obviously didn’t want you to go since you’d be in a different country, but he didn’t want to be the only reason why you’d stay. You wanted to go because this would be an amazing opportunity for you, but you didn't want to go because you didn’t want to leave him.
It took months to come to a decision but Spencer convinced you to go. Long-distance relationships never work out for anyone, and you didn't want to put Spencer through the pain of not seeing you every day or being with you. Breaking up with him was and still is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.
You’ve had a few flings over the years that never meant anything because none of them were him. It took a really long time to stop crying over him. Now, seeing him right in front of you is bringing all those fights, that love, and every conversation you’ve ever had with him back. It’s a bit overwhelming, to be honest, and you step back to ground yourself.
Marissa looks up to see her dad looking at you with the same look you’re giving him.
“You don’t look at Mommy like that,” she observes.
“Why don’t you go inside and play? I’ll be right there,” Spencer says distractedly.
Marissa looks at you and goes inside to play with her teddy bear. Spencer steps outside and closes the front door for some privacy.
“I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me right now.”
This isn’t a good idea. You’re going to start crying because the truth is, and you’ve tried so hard to bury it, you’re still in love with him. If you don’t get out of here quickly, the patch over your heart is going to tear and you’re going to start bleeding all over again.
“I’m sorry. I can’t be here right now. I have to go.”
You turn around and walk down the porch steps, but Spencer jumps toward you.
“Wait.” You turn to face him and he sighs in frustration. “I have to get Marissa to the doctor. How long are you in town for?”
“As long as I want. I’m in between projects right now.”
Maybe the reason why you told him this is for the false hope that you two can resume right where you left off.
“Please don’t leave. Please meet with me for coffee tomorrow morning. You remember Jack’s Cafe, right?” How could you not? It’s the place where you and Spencer had your first date and first kiss. “My number hasn’t changed if you still have it.”
“I do,” you whisper.
He never changed it in hopes that you’d call it. You got home after parting ways with him and cried yourself to sleep. Seeing him again after all these years is reverting your mind back to high school graduation. You’re not much better the next day. When you wake up, you decide you’re not going to meet Spencer and just leave. However, when you look at past messages between the two of you on your phone, he deserves this meeting. You deserve to catch up with him.
You rush into the coffee shop knowing you’re late. Spencer is sitting at the table you two used to sit in every single time you went here.
“I thought you weren't going to show,” he says when you sit across from him.
“Honestly, I almost didn’t.”
Spencer slides a coffee over to you and you catch it to prevent it from falling. Just based on the smell alone, you know he still remembers your coffee order.
“How have you been? Any interesting projects you’ve been on?”
You don’t know if the small talk is good or not. It’s to distract you from the real issue but you welcome the distraction.
“Yeah, I’ve done some work in third-world countries with nonprofit organizations. We’ve built homes for people, homeless shelters, and enclosures for animals who are suffering and endangered.”
“That’s amazing. I’m really happy for you.”
“What about you?”
“I pursued my career in the FBI. I have been a profiler for many years. I’m retired now and get to teach others before they go into the academy.”
“Retired? You’re still so young. What happened?” you ask and sip your coffee.
“I went to prison for a couple of months for a crime I didn’t do. It messed with me mentally so I decided to take a different approach. I’m still involved with the FBI just as a teacher.”
Once you two get into the groove of talking, it’s like no time has passed. You’re laughing and having a good time with him as if you didn’t break his heart all those years ago. You’re falling in love with him all over again.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
Just like that, you’re back to how you were feeling before. The laughter dies off and you pick at the ends of your sweater.
“No. I haven’t had a steady relationship since--” You stop yourself from saying it out loud. He understands what you’re trying to say. He reaches over and grabs your hand. As soon as he makes contact with your skin, you quickly pull away from him. “You have a family.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“You look happy.”
“Yeah, I am.”
His words tell you one thing but his tone tells you something completely different. There is a longing in his eyes that suggests he would drop everything in his life if it meant he got to be with you.
“I’m really happy for you,” you say with tears in your eyes.
“Y/N…”
“I shouldn’t have come here. You have a wife and daughter now.” You drop your voice to a whisper. “I’m too late.”
You’re already out the door before Spencer can process your words. Not only was coming to this coffee date a bad idea, but coming back to your hometown where Spencer also lives was an even worse idea. The projects waiting for your involvement will have to come a little earlier than planned.
You hate doing this to Spencer but you write a letter explaining how you feel about him and this whole situation. Once you’re done, you head to his house hoping he isn’t going to be there. You walk up the steps and notice something in the window next to the door. Spencer is sitting on the couch next to his wife and she’s comforting her. About the botched date? About you? About something else?
Damn it. Why did she have to be gorgeous?
You stick the note in the door and swiftly turn to leave. Spencer sniffles and looks up to see your long hair flowing in the wind. At first, he thought he was seeing things but then his brain caught up to the rest of him. By the time he walks out there, you’re already gone. Your note sways to the ground so he picks it up and starts reading it.
Spencer,
I am so sorry for the way we left things all those years ago. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and hurting you was never my intention. I love you with all my heart and wish things had ended differently between us. You have a family now that I never wanted to disturb. I kind of thought by coming back here, I’d be reminded of what’s really important. Seeing you after all these years did just that. I don’t want to hurt you now, but I’m leaving. I’ll be accepting other projects that need me, and you can continue to be with your family. I wish you the very best.
Y/N
Spencer can’t let you go this easily without letting you know how he feels. He tells his wife he’s going over to Derek’s house but ends up going to the biggest airport in the state. It’s the airport that has the most flights coming and going so you have to be here. He doesn’t know which flight you’re going to get on so he buys a ticket for one of them and hope for the best.
He rushes through the entire airport in search of you, wishing you hadn’t gotten on one of the airplanes yet. He’s sweaty and disheveled but determined to find you before you board. He runs around the corner and scans the many gates with people boarding their planes. There at the far end of the building is you. You’re in line to get on the plane.
“Y/N!” Spencer yells.
You don’t hear him and move up in the line. Spencer breaks out in a run in hopes of getting to you in time. You hand the attendant your ticket so she can check you in. She doesn’t question the dried tears on your cheeks as she does. Once finished, you grab your ticket and walk onto the bridge.
“Y/N! Wait!”
Spencer runs past everyone and tries to get onto the bridge but the two attendants posted there prevent him from going in.
“Sir, you need to wait in line like everyone else.”
“Please, I just have to talk to her.”
“Sir, I can’t let you on there without a proper ticket.”
“Y/N!!!” Spencer screams to get your attention, hoping you’re not too far away. He waits agonizingly for you to show up. He’s about to yell again when you come around the corner with tears in your eyes. “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”
“Spencer,” you gasp. You leave the bridge and take him off to the side. People stare but go about their business to give you two some privacy. “What are you doing here?”
“Please don’t leave.”
“But your family--”
“Please don’t leave. I can’t bear to watch you walk away again. I let you go once. I can’t--refuse--to let you walk away again.”
Spencer grabs your face and kisses you like he should have done all those years ago. You get lost in the way he’s making you feel so you kiss him back. It feels so good to feel his lips on yours again. He feels like home. The image of him and his wife pops up in your head, and you pull away from him with tears streaming down your face.
“What about your wife? Your daughter?”
“I don’t know but please don’t leave. I love you.”
He’s only here because of the feelings you drudged up. He was happy before you came back into his life.
“I can’t do this right now. I have to get on the plane.”
“Please don’t get on that plane,” he begs.
“Miss? Are you getting on? We’re taking the last call,” the attendant asks.
“Spencer, I have to get on the plane. They’re waiting for me.” You step away from him even though it kills you to. “You have a family now. Maybe if I never left before, things might have been different. I can’t do that to them.”
You hand your ticket to the attendant even though she allows you to go through. Spencer watches you get on the plane, and the attendant shuts and locks the door behind you. Spencer has a very important choice to make:
Does he go back to his family and pretend this never happened or follow you? Stay with what’s comfortable or follow the one woman who has always made him feel alive? Her or you?
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HIIII I love your blog♡♡♡
I Was wondering if I could make a request, like the lookism boys (you can choose) react to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who looks so pretty and feminine she looks like a princess from a fairytail
Of course if you want, remember to stay safe and healthy!!!
HI!! aww thank you sm!!!🥹🫶🫶 sorry this took so long this is my first time writing hcs instead of my usual fic format but turns out actually writing it took exponentially less time than the time i spent thinking about it lool but here you go anonie! i did the j high boys so ended up making it more specific to a school context :)
hope you're staying safe and healthy too!!!🥹💖
Lookism J High boys react to pretty new girl (fem!reader)
(Daniel, Zack, Vasco, Vin)
Daniel Park
Daniel looks up from his seat at you as you enter the room, everyone already murmuring about the gorgeous new girl.
He gets up to introduce himself to you and ask for your name, not paying any mind to all the positive attention you're already getting.
He knows firsthand how daunting it is to start at a new school and has had extensive personal experience feeling ostracized in his life. So he wants to make sure others don't have to go through the same thing if he has any say in it, and regardless of what you look like (although he of course notices how pretty and ethereal you look, too.)
Zack Lee
Zack would wake up from his desk nap from being blinded by a bright ass light flooding into the classroom as you walk in. Squinting and grumbling with dried drool on the corner of his mouth.
He would stare at you and your beauty in awe for a quick second, then-
"Wait. You're not Mira, the fuck."
Then he'd go back to sleep.
Vasco
"There's a new girl? In the Architecture Department?!" The Burn Knuckles members jump off of each other, quitting their horseplay to hover near the doorway in anticipation.
The moment you walk in, gasps and oohs and ahs can be heard from the guys. Your long hair flowing down your shoulders in the most perfect way and you dazzling the room with your pretty smile without even trying.
A single, fat tear rolls down Vasco's cheek.
"V-Vasco! Why are you crying, you haven't even tried talking to her yet!" Jace attempts to comfort his friend in vain.
Vin Jin
Vin rubs his hands together, smirking and plotting what he's going to say to you to charm your pants off. The usual should be fine-
"Don't even think about it." Mary says without looking up from her phone.
"What the fuck are you on abou-"
"Leave the poor girl alone, you fucking dimwit." Mary pulls Vin by the ear and leads him down the hallway away from you, ignoring his curses and whining.
She lets go, throwing him as he staggers further down the hall in the opposite direction.
Vin turns his head to look around, completely disoriented by being suddenly thrown into this dimmer, different section of the hallway. He squints through his sunglasses and reaches out, fumbling around with empty air.
"Mary?! Dammit, where are you?" He calls out helplessly.
#this post is such a mess sorry anon i tried lool#it started out with an hc writing kinda voice with danny then just devolved to cracky scenarios with the rest lmao😭#also tbh reader isnt very active in these lol i guess this is more character-centric#lookism headcanons#lookism x reader#lookism#daniel park x reader#zack lee x reader#vasco x reader#vin jin x reader
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JUST HOW FAST THE NIGHT CHANGES (part 5)
A/N: ahh we have reached the end!! thank you for coming with me on this journey, i hope you liked these high school sweethearts!
PAIRING: Harry x High-School-Best-Friend!Reader
WORD COUNT: 5k
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“Are you okay? Are you hungry?”
“Harry, you’ve asked this like a million times in the past hour, I’m fine.”
You can’t hold back a chuckle as you pay with your water bottle’s cap. You feel quite out of place in the luxurious lounge you didn’t even know existed at the airport. You have only left Europe just once before and you did not fly with a private jet back then like you’re now. It’s a whole different world, Harry’s world that you now seem to be part of, though it’s gonna take a while to get used to it.
Maybe you shouldn’t. After all, this is all Harry’s, the attention, the money, the luxury, it’s all him, not you.
“I just want you to have a good time,” Harry mumbles beside you.
“I’m having a good time,” you assure him.
Things have been so different since the night he spent at your place. Waking up next to him was a whole new experience you knew you could get used to very quickly. Your feet were tangled together and he was lying so close to you, you could see every little freckle and blemish on his beautiful face.
You spent a peaceful morning together, just making breakfast, drinking coffee and talking before he had to leave. Since then, you’ve been texting nonstop and even met a couple of times. Harry seems to be seeking every and any opportunity to see you and it’s hard, if not impossible to say no to him when he begs you to grab coffee with him when you’re on a break from work.
You’re falling for him. Seriously and undoubtedly. And it’s not a silly teenage crush anymore, the feelings you’re harboring for him are heavy and kind of scary. You still haven’t figured out how to deal with your own fears, the hurt from the past and the desire to be with Harry.
For now, you’re trying your best to ignore these doubts and enjoy your impromptu trip to Palm Springs.
This is your first real glimpse into Harry’s life. The jet, the hotel, the restaurants, it’s been all just like in the movies. You knew this was his reality, but living it through with him is a whole different story.
You’ve been attached by the hip since the start of the trip, he’s been bringing you everywhere he could, though you still had some work to take care of, he tried his best to limit his meeting and work calls to those periods.
Tonight is his first show out of the two birthday shows he is giving. It’s not officially his birthday yet, but you still want him to have a great day. So for a change, you take matters into your own hands. You started off with bringing breakfast to his bed, you woke up super early to catch him before his morning workout session, brought his pastries, fruits and coffee that you ate on his bed together before parting ways, only to reunite before lunch.
You stay at the hotel restaurant, but you have the servers bring him out a cupcake with a candle on top to make it special.
“Y/N, my birthday is not until tomorrow,” he mumbles, but can’t tone down his goofy smile as he watches the light of the candle dance in front of him.
“You deserve a two day long birthday,” you chuckle. “Make a wish and blow out the candle,” you clap your hands in excitement.
He stares at you for a few moments before closing his eyes, thinking hard of his wish before blowing out the light quickly.
“Share it with me,” he says, pulling the candle out of the top and reaching for the butter knife he starts cutting it in half.
“Ah, no, I better not,” you shake your head, your chest tightening.
“Why?”
“I’m just… trying to… get in shape,” you say, feeling awkward that you have to say it out loud. It always makes you think of the comments Drew used to make on your appearance once you started putting on weight.
“In shape?” Harry asks, but still places half of the cupcake in front of you. “You’re in perfect shape, Y/N,” he says without even realizing how important the words are.
You stare at him for a while, watching him lick some of the frosting off, oblivious how he just made your heart race in your chest. It’s been forever since a man made you feel good in your own skin. Drew made no effort to help you when your body started changing and when you gained all the weight you’re carrying now as well, he just worsened it with his spiteful comments about your looks.
Now here’s Harry, who seems to be more than fine with your current looks and he just said your shape is perfect. And you finally believe it.
He looks up and finds you staring. “What? Did I say something wrong?” he asks, but you shake your head and before you could change your mind you lean closer and press a kiss to his cheek.
“No. You said the best thing. Now, let’s eat this cupcake,” you chuckle.
In the afternoon, Harry spends some time in his room, relaxing before the show and you use this opportunity to do some work until it’s time to leave to the venue. You’ve been jumping from excitement inside, because this will be the first time you see him perform live. Of course you’ve searched up videos of him throughout the years, watched some of his performances, but you know those will never be the same as being there in person.
It’s also your first experience being backstage at an event and it’s making you feel quite important, you have to admit. Harry hasn’t said anything, but you just know he noticed the child-like excitement in your eyes.
You watch the soundcheck, walking around the arena he will fill up very soon with his screaming fans, but for now it’s just you. You sneak some videos of him, wanting to have physical memories of this moment and you’re so absorbed in the experience that you completely miss it when he snaps a picture of you as well from the stage, being his only audience.
Once everything is set and done you mostly just chill backstage when they start to let the fans in, Harry does some of his usual rituals and you meet tons of new people, because he keeps introducing you to everyone. You don’t have the heart to tell him you stopped remembering all the names like thirty minutes ago, he seems so enthusiastic to show you around and tell people you’ve known each other since forever.
You’re hanging out in his dressing room, watching him get his hair done though it will be ruined minutes into the show and he also gets his nails done, which you have to admit is an amazing thing to see. A man, so comfortable in his masculinity that he just sits and watches someone paint his nails different colors. It’s something you never thought you’d find hot, but it definitely is.
When he’s not paying attention to you, you reach into your bag and look for the little gift box that’s hiding his birthday gift and you’re just about to give it to him once he’s done with his nails, but then some people from his crew come in and you’re quick to drop the box back into your bag. Maybe you’ll have a better moment after the show.
“So, where do you want to stand?” he asks, curling an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk out of his dressing room when there’s not much left until start.
“Can I go out?”
“To the pit? Yeah, sure,” he nods. “You want the fan experience?” he smirks down at you.
“That’s the real thing, right?”
“You should have made a sign then.”
“Who said I didn’t?” you tease him, making him laugh. “Well, I didn’t, but I might steal someone’s sign.”
“I’ll be looking out for it then.”
He soon has to leave your side to get under the stage. You watch him climb into his little box and you think it’s the funniest thing you’ve seen, you even snap a picture of him before it’s closed and he gets rolled out under the stage.
Until the start you stay with Jeff and when it’s time he walks you out to a secluded area in the pit, right on time to witness the opening of the show.
You knew he is truly in his element on stage, but seeing it with your own eyes is a whole different experience. It’s like a different version of him, yet you know it’s the same Harry. Everything he tends to hold back in his everydays he lets loose the moment he sets his feet on the stage. He’s breathtaking, the singing, the moves, the interactions, it all feels like magic and your heart is full every time you see him laugh up there.
“Okay, give me a minute, I’m looking for someone down there,” he speaks into the microphone as he is walking to the wing of the stage that’s closer to you and you already know you’re about to be in the center of the attention.
“Oh shit,” you shake your head and Jeff laughs beside you.
“Are you surprised?” he asks.
“Not really,” you sigh, just when Harry’s gaze lands on you.
“There you are!” he points at you, the fans start screaming as he stops at the edge of the stage. “Y/N, you promised me a sign, but I don’t see anything,” he scolds you, making you laugh as you bury your face in your hands. “Y/N is an old friend of mine, everyone, and tonight is the first time she is seeing me performing!”
The cheering washes over the arena as you feel the heat crawling up your neck and cheeks.
“How do you like the show so far, Y/N? Enjoying yourself?”
“It’s good!” you hold your thumbs up, which earns you a round of applause and a cocky grin from Harry.
“Okay, cool, but I’m still waiting for a sign from you.”
“Maybe tomorrow!” you laugh and Harry joins in as he walks away, carrying the show on.
By the end of the concert you’re jumping around and singing like the fans around you, having the time of your life. You catch Harry’s eyes on you several times and he can’t hold his own smile back every time he sees you.
Jeff walks you backstage when the show is over, everyone is buzzing and you’re bummed it’s over but you’re glad you can watch it all over again tomorrow. When you reach his dressing room you hesitate, not sure whether he needs some time alone after such a long show or not, but at last you decide to knock on his door. It flies open moments later and he’s there, still wearing his concert outfit, a cheesy grin plastered across his face.
“So, how did you like it?” he asks as he pulls you into the room, shutting the door closed.
“It was fantastic,” you smile at him, heart full of pride. “I never knew someone could be this good of a performer.”
“Aw, you’re gonna make me blush,” he grins, but you know how much he is enjoying the compliments.
Looking around you make sure you’re alone and you decide it’s the moment you’ve been waiting for.
“I have something for you.”
Harry watches you with curiosity as you dig into your bag and grab the little box again. Your heart is hammering in your chest, you really don’t want him to think your gift is stupid or childish. It’s nothing fancy, he has probably gotten gifts that cost a fortune, but this one is not one of those. You can only hope he’ll find it just as special as you do.
“I know your birthday is only tomorrow, but I want to be early and give this to you. Happy Birthday.”
You hand him the box that he takes as if it was the most delicate thing he’s ever touched.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, Y/N,” he smiles baskfully as he unties the thin ribbon on top of the box.
“It’s nothing big or extreme, just… a little something.” You’re rubbing your hands together nervously as you watch him take the lid off and finally lay his eyes on the gift.
You made him another bracelet, to replace the one that was ruined all this time ago. It looks a tad bit cooler than the original one that you made out of the most random beads. This time you looked for special, one of a kind beads to make the bracelet and you think it suits his style and personality perfectly.
“I just thought that you could have a new one, it’s a little more sophisticated than the previous one. Y-You don’t have to wear it, of course, I just–”
“I love it, Y/N, and I will be wearing it all the time,” he cuts you off, putting it on instantly before taking a closer look at it.
“You like it?” you ask quietly.
“No, I said I love it and I really do,” he corrects you. “Thank you so much.”
Before you could even get a word out he wraps you up in his tight embrace, his scent fills up your nose as your face is pressed against the base of his neck.
He has always been great at giving hugs, he uses almost his whole body and wraps you up in a way that makes you want to stay in his arms forever and it hasn’t changed a bit. You gladly circle your arms around his waist and hold onto him, melting against his warmth, giving yourself over to the feeling of being swallowed by Harry’s love and appreciation.
At one point one of his hands comes up to the back of your head, fingers lacing through your hair as he is still hugging you with just as much strength as a minute ago and it seems like he is not planning to let you go anytime soon.
“Y/N, you are…” he speaks up softly, but his words turn into an exhale you feel against your shoulder and a shudder runs down your spine. You wait and wait and then he finally speaks up again. “You are everything to me.”
Your heart grows three times bigger at his words, makes you feel like it’s about to burst out of your chest and right into Harry’s hands. As much as you want to keep hugging him, preferably forever, you know you need to see his face now. Mustering up all your will you pull back just enough to look into those breathtaking green irises and you see so much and even beyond that in them. You see your and his past self, your future, a life you could have if he never left and the one you’re possibly on the verge of.
And you love all of them. You love everything about him, every thought, every memory, every possibility you’re gonna face together.
“Harry…” you breathe out when his face is so close, your noses are almost brushing together.
“Yeah?” he whispers, just when his eyes slip down to your lips.
“What are we doing?”
“Whatever you want to do, Y/N.”
You almost whine at his answer, practically ready to beg him to never leave your side, but you manage to keep some of your dignity.
Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and try to think straight, because you know this is a moment there’s no going back from, but you need to make sure you’re fully ready for all of it. Harry doesn’t rush you, instead, he rests his forehead against yours and cups your cheek in one hand while the other one remains on your waist.
The teenage girl in you is screaming right now, demanding to give your all to him, but the Y/N that went through the past through years is scared, because it’s pretty much a free fall into something that could potentially break your heart and that would be deadly this time.
“If I do this, I’ll give my all to you, Harry,” you say as a warning, but you’re also silently begging for him to be the change you need in your life probably more than anything.
“Y/N, I would take whatever you have for me, even if it’s the smallest crumble. And if I get to have all of you… God, that would be absolute heaven,” he chuckles, nuzzling his nose against your playfully.
“So it’s not just a momentary thing, right?” you ask, holding onto the last bits of your self control before you let yourself fall completely.
“Momentary? I’ve… I’ve loved you since I was twelve, probably. My feelings for you are the least momentary thing in my life,” he breathes out the words as if he was in immense pain and you can feel the last string snapping before you push forward and your lips meet his.
Or maybe he is the first one to move, it’s hard to tell once your lips melt together and you kiss like there’s no tomorrow. You’ve never experienced a passion like this, the need to get closer and closer even when you’ve basically become one takes over your body, your mind is blank, Harry occupies all your thoughts, the way he is touching, you, his scent, the little noises he makes when you gently bite onto his bottom lip… You never thought kissing could bring this much excitement and passion.
It’s messy but simply perfect, Harry is pushing forward making you inch backwards and you bump into a chair somewhere in the way, which makes both of you laugh before you return to the demanding kisses. You memorize the way his hair feels between your fingers as you comb through them, how his fingers dig into your waist as he keeps you tight against him, the way his thigh ends up between your legs at one moment and your body moves against your will, grinding against him.
Maybe you would have gone even further, but there’s a loud crash somewhere outside the room that breaks your little bubble and makes you realize you’re still in his dressing room and someone could walk in any moment.
Not too willingly, but you come to a stop slowly, your forehead resting against his as you try to calm your breathing. Harry goes in for a few more soft pecks on your lips and nose before he finally forces him to pull back.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower and then we can leave,” he murmurs, playfully nuzzling his nose against yours.
“Okay. I’ll be here.”
Harry nods and his arms fall from around you, already making you miss his touch as he disappears in the bathroom.
You send out a few emails in the meantime and when Harry emits from the steamy bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and a simple white shirt, you’re ready to leave. He gathers his stuff quickly, throwing his Pleasing tote bag over one shoulder and he reaches for your hand, taking it gently before pulling you towards the door.
You walk out of the building hand in hand and suddenly you feel like a teenager again who is holding hands with a boy for the first time. But for god’s sake, you’ve been married before! What is happening to you?!
Harry is driving on the way back to the hotel and when he places a hand on your thigh over the console you almost start giggling, but you manage to keep a somewhat straight face. When you arrive he takes your hand again and as you step into the elevator, just the two of you luckily, he wastes no time to pull you into his arms and kiss you again, finally.
“Spend the night with me,” he mumbles against your lips and you involuntarily stiffen for a moment. You’ve been yearning for him forever but you don’t want to jump into things too fast, you need some time to think and process.
Harry notices the change in you instantly.
“We don’t have to do anything, I just want to fall asleep and wake up next to you.”
“Okay,” you whisper when the elevator comes to a stop and the door slides open. “I need to grab a few things though.”
“Sure. Just come over whenever you’re done,” he nods, presses a kiss to your forehead and you part ways, going into your separate rooms for now.
You run around the room in a frenzy, you shower and do a quick shaving session even though you truly don’t plan to have sex just yet, but still, you want to be smooth. Then get dressed in a pair of cotton shorts and your sleeping shirt before heading over to Harry’s room. You barely just knock on the door and it flies open instantly, Harry pulls you inside and kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in ages when in reality it’s been only twenty minutes.
“You smell so good,” he hums, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he walks you over to the bed, unable to keep his hands off you.
“I just showered,” you chuckle at the tickling feeling of his breath on your skin.
He kisses you some more before pulling back and approaching the mini bar.
“Do you want something?”
“Just maybe some water, thank you.”
He hands you over the bottle and he chooses to drink some orange juice. You make yourself comfortable on his bed, set your phone on the nightstand and watch him move around the room, throwing some of his stuff into his suitcase before he joins you on the mattress.
Now that you’re settled it all dawns on you, the kiss, the things you both said and you realize you need to talk it out to make sure you’re heading in the same direction.
“So… That happened,” you say, nervously fumbling with the covers, but you realize how awkward it sounded the moment the words leave your mouth. Harry chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair.
“It definitely did. How do you feel about it?”
“I’m… nervous. But also… excited?”
“Is that a question?” he smirks cheekily.
“No. I am excited.”
“Good. Because I’m fucking ecstatic about it.”
“Really?” you smile sheepishly, resting your head in one hand as you lean onto your elbow on your side.
“Thought it was pretty obvious when I confessed to you earlier. I want whatever you have for me, Y/N. Truly.”
“So… we’re gonna do this? We’re… together?”
“Is that what you want?”
You take a moment to think about it, though your answer is already clear.
“Yes,” you nod. Harry scoots closer and kisses you softly.
“Then yes. We are.”
“How are we going to do it? I mean… I can’t always just travel with you, I need to return home at one point.”
“We’ll figure it out. Don’t stress about it.” He traces the side of your face before cupping your cheek gently. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I will do anything to make it work.”
“Isn’t it crazy that we both had feelings all these years ago and… it only happened now?”
“Wait, you had feelings too? When we were young?”
“Thought it was obvious,” you shrug with a shy smile.
“Not really,” he chuckles. “Damn, I could have just made a move on you back then and we would have been together since then?”
“Maybe the timing would have been wrong. I think things happened this way for a reason. We had to go over all of this to reach this point.”
“You mean we had to stop talking and meet all those wrong people? I feel like I could have been fine without that,” he sighs, his hand resting on your waist as you lie facing each other. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“You don’t have to answer, but… I noticed that your whole relationship with your ex was very… private. I didn’t even know you got married let alone had a divorce.”
“Were you spying on me?” you tease him and you notice the pink shade on his cheeks as he shrugs.
“Maybe.”
Deep down you kind of knew this would come up at one point, but you didn’t think it would happen so early. You had plenty of time to think about why you never felt the urge to show off your relationship with Drew and you always knew one thing for sure that contributed to the end of it as well along with the terrible happenings.
“You’re gonna think I’m insane,” you whisper, scrunching your nose as you pull your legs up.
“I’m sure I won’t. I could never judge you.”
Chewing on your bottom lip you muster up the courage to tell him the truth.
“I loved Drew but part of me always knew it wasn’t meant to be, I just ignored my instinct. There was this voice in the back of my head every time we reached a milestone and I tried not to listen to it, but it lingered there and it had an effect on my acts either way.”
“What was it saying?”
“That he was not you.”
Your confession seems to catch him by surprise, leaving him stunned and you wonder what’s going on in his head.
“I inevitably kept comparing him to you or… the idea I had of you. I always knew my feelings for Drew were nothing like the ones I felt for you, but I told myself it was silly, because at that point we weren’t even talking. But it didn’t feel right. That part of me always wanted to be with you and I kept my relationship to myself because it simply didn’t feel right in a sense. It should have been a red flag, I shouldn’t have stayed with him, but I didn’t think I would ever see you again and I was afraid of ending up alone so I just… put up with what I had.”
It’s probably the very first time you’ve ever said it out loud, it’s been a secret you kept buried deep down in your chest, but you feel like with Harry you can share anything.
“Do you… Do you think it’s crazy?” you ask, not entirely sure what he is thinking but the fact that he hasn’t moved away from you is definitely promising.
“Crazy? There’s nothing crazy about this, Y/N. If anything, it’s making me happy,” he smiles softly.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Because I can absolutely relate to these feelings and thoughts. I felt like I was searching for you all my life, the way you made me feel… nothing compared to that.”
You’re on the verge of crying, hearing that your feelings have always been mutual is like a piece you missed all your life, but now he’s made you complete.
With wobbling lips you scoot closer until you can wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t hesitate before locking you in his embrace.
“Don’t cry, this is a happy moment, isn’t it?” he asks with an airy laugh as he holds you tight.
“It’s a happy cry,” you admit as tears start rolling down your cheeks, melting into his shirt. “God, I missed you. I missed all of you, all the time! I hated it when everything changed overnight and you weren’t here, but I’m so happy you’re here.”
The words are flowing out of you uncontrollably, but you don’t mind it, this is the moment when you know you can let it all out.
“I’m here to stay. Forever. I’m never letting go of you,” he whispers and holds you in his arms until you both fall asleep.
And in the morning you finally face the start of the life you’re spending together.
WEDDING SEASON IN STYLE
Harry Styles is kicking off the summer wedding season in style with his lovely girlfriend by his side. The singer was spotted at a high school friend’s wedding this weekend in the English countryside, having a blast at the party after the ceremony. A series of photos have surfaced of the special occasion where we can see the As It Was singer supporting his friends at the ceremony wearing a creamy colored suit with a baby blue shirt underneath, his pearl necklace spicing the fit up that coordinated perfectly with his girlfriend’s dress of the same shade of blue.
The pair is known to make a habit out of color coordinating their outfits, they have proven to be the perfect match before on casual outings and their first official debut as a couple on the red carpet at the Grammy’s earlier this year. It is unknown how long they’ve been together, but devoted fans have pointed out they have known each other from before Styles’ X-Factor days. In the past few months they have been spotted together several times in different cities while Styles is on tour and the latest photos are proof of how happy they really are.
They were photographed slow dancing, goofing around with their other friends and mingling with guests, of course, holding hands the whole time. A source close to the pair has said earlier that the lovebirds are practically glued together, kind of in a honeymoon phase and the singer is trying his best to navigate his life on tour with his lover’s life back home in London. They are said to be devoted to the blossoming relationship and everything that has surfaced about them just proved how happy they are. Maybe soon enough it will be their own wedding they will be attending? The fans’ reactions have been mixed, but mostly positive, especially because it’s obvious the singer seems to be in his best shape and mood in the past months.
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do u have any horror recs for other mediums? tv, podcasts, books, youtube shorts, etc
I'm really gonna show my ass in this regard because most of my recommendations are going to be TV shows or short stories because I haven't branched out much beyond that if I'm honest.
I love The Haunting of Hill House (Nell Crain is my favourite horror character full stop) and The Fall of the House of Usher from Mike Flanagan (most of his shows are incredible but these two are my favourite).
THOHH: Flashing between past and present, a fractured family confronts haunting memories of their old home and the terrifying events that drove them from it.
TFOTHOU: To secure their fortune (and future) two ruthless siblings build a family dynasty that begins to crumble when their heirs mysteriously die, one by one.
The Exorcist (2016) was great!
The Exorcist follows two very different priests tackling one family's case of horrifying demonic possession. Father Tomas Ortega is the new face of the Catholic Church: progressive, ambitious and compassionate. He runs a small, but loyal, parish in the suburbs of Chicago. Father Marcus Keane is an orphan raised since childhood by the Vatican to wage war against its enemies. He is everything Father Tomas is not: relentless, abrasive and utterly consumed by his mission.
I really liked American Horror Story: Asylum, can't say the same for the other seasons.
AHS: Asylum takes place in 1964 and follows the stories of the staff and inmates who occupy the fictional mental institution Briarcliff Manor, and intercuts with events in the past and present.
I also liked a few South Korean shows I saw on Netflix.
Kingdom (2019): While strange rumors about their ill King grip a kingdom, the crown prince becomes their only hope against a mysterious plague overtaking the land.
All of Us Are Dead (2022): A high school becomes ground zero for a zombie virus outbreak. Trapped students must fight their way out or turn into one of the rabid infected.
Hellbound (2021): People hear predictions on when they will die. When that time comes, a death angel appears in front of them and kills them.
I loved Interview with a Vampire (especially because it does everything the movie didn't, which is why I didn't like the movie). it's very gay, it plays heavily into the themes of vampirism and sexuality, and I love Sam Reid and Jacob Anderson as Lestat and Louis.
In terms of other media, I really like the Dead Meat channel (if I haven't said it enough already), I also like the Scream Dreams Podcast with Catherine Corcoran (from Terrifier), James A. Janisse (from Dead Meat) and Barbara Crampton (prolific and stunning horror actor).
I know it's a little over done now, but that original series of 'The Backrooms' by KanePixels was great.
Some other horror channels/channels that explore horror as well as other topics are SpookyRice, MistaGG, Wendigoon, ElvisTheAlien, BionicPIG, Trin Lovell, KennieJD, MertKayKay, and AmandaTheJedi.
With books, I'm such a basic bitch, so I've really only read Stephen King's horror books. I'm not sure of this is horror or just very bleak and depressing but I'm Thinking of Ending Things was an incredible reading experience. And at this point it goes without saying House of Leaves is so fucking mindblowing!
H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe were terrible people, but their short stories are truly so dark and well-written, the cosmic horror Lovecraft is known translates best in his writing. Ambrose Bierce is the father of psychological horror as we know it, his short stories are great. My favourite short horror story is The Yellow Wallpaper. If you are interested in an audio version of it, listen to Chelsea from the Dead Meat channel with headphones (headphones are vital to that experience).
That's all I can think of off the top of my head for now! I'm sure others will give their own recommendations.
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Time Travel Christmas Part 3
*** This was supposed to be out before Christmas but then life happened***
Christmas in 2023. Once again, I am here for the 3rd time, 3rd body. Living the past 45 years in my son’s body, well my dad’s body, or really my body has been an interesting adventure. This time, life followed the timeline I created when I was in my grandfather’s body, Roger Braddock the 1st. So, I did better in college than my father ever did, and we had more money than my father had in the original timeline. I always had a nicer house than my father ever had when he was living his life. I did follow the original timeline and married my wonderful wife, who I guess is my mother. I never thought like that though. It was never weird. I still created my children. My daughter and my son, Roger Braddock the 3rd, aka me. It’s weird looking at yourself when you are a baby, but you aren’t yourself, you know. I know it doesn’t make sense. The same thing happened when I was in my father’s body. It’s been amazing to experience this timeline so many different ways. I probably should have spent some more time in the gym, but such is life. I was in my den preparing for the family coming over for Christmas and looked over at one of my favorite photos. It was me holding my son at our first Christmas together.
God how things have changed. Yes, I did better financially in this timeline. However, I had one screw up, and that was my son, aka my old life. I pushed my son so hard because I wanted him to do better in this timeline. I always did well when I was Roger Braddock the 3rd, but I wanted my son in this timeline to be a doctor. I always pushed him so hard and it all back fired on me. Whereas when I was Roger Braddock the 3rd, I got into business and always pushed myself. I was decently successful, but never amazing or rich. I wanted the world for my son and apparently, I made a mistake. Not only did he not become a doctor, he didn’t become a businessman. He became a slacker, didn’t graduate high school, and now lives in a trailer home jumping from one temp job to another. He mostly listens to country music, smokes, and drinks beer. I still love him, but my god, I am embarrassed to be his father. Hopefully I will stay in Roger Braddock the 2nd’s body and never jump back into my original body, or if I do, it’s in my original timeline. I’m not going to think about that though. I have a quick minute so I am going to lie down for a nap before the family gets here.
Ah fuck, why does it smell like cigarette smoke in here. I’ve told my son he can’t smoke in my house. I open my eyes and I am not in my bedroom. I look around and realize that I am in my son’s trailer. OH SHIT! I feel my body and I realize I am no longer Roger Braddock the 2nd. I am now Roger Braddock the 3rd. Oh this is exactly what I didn’t want. I never wanted these raggedy ass clothes and this beard. Who would want to be a poor redneck that gets drunk all the time. Ugh, why does my head hurt so much. Fuck, I must have a hangover. Goddammit this fucking blows. Wait, why am I swearing so much. This isn’t fucking like me. This is just like my son.
Oh my God! I’m starting to gain all of his memories and lose my old memories; I mean my father’s memories. Why would I have my father’s memories. That’s weird. I hate my father. He’s the reason I turned out like this. Tried to push me to become a doctor. Fat chance of that shit happening! I’m too stupid for that. That’s why I live in this shithole, but it’s good enough for me. Beer, cigarettes, cable. What else does a man need. When I need a man, they are so ready to come here for me. Nothing like a bearded, dirty redneck to get these young men to do some really weird shit. Fuck I love my life. Guess it’s Christmas so have to go see the ole parents. Can’t wait to get into an argument with my dad about some shit. Better take a beer for the road. Maybe time to set up a Grindr date for after. Better light up before I go. This is the life!
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— his anniversary gift is different than you expected (or you and isagi have your first kiss, ah yes but no tongue)
A/N: 10/10 bf would want one
Isagi Yoichi didn't had any potential partners before. All he had were one sided crush on the popular girls in his class over middle school and the first year of high school.
(He is not that popular himself so he assumed he never had a chance so he never really tried)
He never got Valentines chocolates anyway. (Well his mother counts?)
No partners and no experience.
His friends joked about how 'if he would not get a first kiss or just hold hands romantically with someone, he will die all alone with no one.'
(He knows it's just a joke, but a small part of him believed that could be true)
So he was never sure what to get his (now) partner for the first anniversary as a gift.
(He could always borrow his friend's motorcycle to take for a drive but he is not good so — scratch that! No way! Not happening!)
And the fact that he forgot about it until you texted him at 11:28 at night, did nothing to help.
Honestly, he felt pretty terrible that he forgot about the anniversary. (After all he is someone who always does something for his parent's anniversaries)
Was he developing memory loss? After tripping and falling on his head when his teammate accidentally bumped into him??
(He remembers that you were laughing at him, because the bandage was right in the middle of his forehead)
He knows that first anniversaries are very important as a milestone in a relationship. He has seen his friends talking about it.
(Somwhow the conversations which involved relationships always circled back to how Isagi still didn't had one relationship)
Isagi Yoichi hit a wall.
He has no idea what to do tomorrow.
He could always ask for advice from his friends and this time he would. (After them making fun of him again for forgetting such a important day)
One of his friends say; get 12 roses symbolizing 12 months of a year.
The other one says; just give food. Like pizza.
And someone suggests; why don't you two have sex? You won't be a virgin then Isagi.
(Of course the third one was ruled out by him. And the second one is on his maybe 'date' list)
He likes the option A pretty good. Roses symbolize love after all.
So he does go with Plan: Roses. (A name his friend gave)
He is on your door, albeit nervous and a little bit sweaty. (he blames it on the blaring sun)
Isagi Yoichi wishes to be swallowed whole by the ground right now.
Instead of greeting you he, a bundle of nerves of right now, shoved the bouquet in your face.
Isagi Yoichi is really lame and embarrassing.
(Some petals went into your mouth as you were going to say hi to him so yes that was not good)
After that, you seemed to like those flowers (even after his little accidental murder attempt (exaggeration)) so he too was relaxed.
He was too caught up in thinking about what to do tomorrow for the anniversary so he completely forgot that you were also giving him a gift.
(His face looked like a fish that time)
He looked too nervous and panicky so you thought that you both should go to a park for a walk and get some ice cream.
After all, Isagi Yoichi loves to walk.
Today, the park was quiet and without the usual laughter of kids that you both were accustomed to.
(There was a couple there that kissed each other, yes that got you both embarrassed and a little thankful that the kids weren't there)
"Hey, there's ice cream on the corner of your lips."
Isagi says that with much sincerity and you try to get it off. But unable to do so.
But the way he is trying to stop himself from laughing tells you that there was nothing and it was a prank.
Isagi Yoichi has a boyish charm that is somwhow also lame.
"Say, what would you have done if I really had something on the corner of my lips huh?"
You did say it in a teasing manner but it somehow went past him. (Or over his head)
"I mean? Tell you? Or maybe use a tissue?"
It reaaally went over his head.
"What if that's not what I want?"
He can never miss this now, can he?
And he didn't. A bit late but he got it.
"Hey Yoichi, can you kiss me?"
His eyes visibly went big and a face like a shocked dog.
"I mean! If it's ok! I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable with me or something! And anyways this is our first anniversary so we can go slow as we want! —"
"Hey. I don't mind. Actually I did want to. I just didn't expect you to say it like that..."
Isagi Yoichi has a weird feeling in his stomach. It feels nice.
And Isagi leans to you, you both go in.
Bumping foreheads and noses.
"Let's tilt heads, yeah?"
You and him, both tilt heads at the same time. (And in the same one direction (pun intended))
"I'll do it.."
Isagi can feel his heart doing somersaults.
This time, lips connect and just as fast they connected, they pulled apart.
How anticlimactic. You did not expect your first kiss to be like that but you also did not expect the way your heart would beat.
Isagi Yoichi gives great gifts.
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I know I'm a day late and a dollar short, but I guess I haven't been Visibly Genderqueer in a while. So sure. I can talk about my trans-adjacent experience.
That's the thing, though. I am not. Visibly genderqueer, that is. If you're a traditionalist, you'd definitely notice that I utterly and completely fail to perform femininity--but then, you also might not. People tend to be very focused on specific features and assume gender and stick with that. My neighbor used to get grumpy because even though she routinely dressed her sons in camo and sports gear, they both had long, beautiful hair, and were both id'd by strangers as girls very regularly. Me, I have big breasts and wide hips, thick thighs, a cute, upturned nose, a fairly conventionally attractive face, and I top out at 5 foot 3 (160cm). I know perfectly well what basically anyone around here sees when they look at me.
They see a woman, married to a man (a very Manly man, at that, both in appearance and habits), with two children. I know that. Even though I am out to anyone who's been around long enough to hear me mention it, I haven't asked for a pronoun change. For me, it's just too much bother. It'd be different if my nonbinary experience were different, but I'm agender. I just don't have a connection of any sort with gender. It's just a sort of void space, a blank incomprehension, though I can observe that This Thing matters a great deal to nearly everyone else.
Well, there's a reflexive avoidance. Long before I had heard words like genderqueer or agender or even trans (when I was young, these words were limited to the queer community for the most part, and certainly not used where I lived), I had a reflexive avoidance of all things feminine. It wasn't a thought. I just knew that I absolutely did not want to wear lace, or pink, or ruffles--yes, we still wore ruffles in the 80's. My freshman year high school picture appears to be a fresh-faced ten year old boy, with short hair, a red and white striped turtleneck, and brown corduroy overalls. But I didn't have thoughts for that, only a feeling.
I envy younger people their confidence that people can and should and will treat them according to their personal relationship with gender. Maybe at 42 I am too old to learn that optimism, even though things are changing so much. I think about going by they/them, and it sounds like teaching multiple overlapping communities how to handle the idea of an agender person. Exhausting. Even though there are trans people in some of my in-person communities, and those communities are making honest efforts to welcome that, a person who just doesn't have any attachment to gender at all feels like going even further back to the beginning, undoing even more of their basic beliefs about the world. Ah, yes, you've begun to accept that sometimes the categories of "man" and "woman" can flip around. Now, how would you like to just reject the entire notion that people necessarily have gender? How would you like to just trash-bin one of the defining elements of Self?
And all this effort, over a concept I don't understand at all. It just doesn't feel worth it.
I am me. My name is Red. I look like this, and I like how I look. It comes with assumptions. Many of those assumptions are wrong. Some of them chafe. But I do not have the time or energy to individually disabuse people of every wrong assumption. I'll just live the way I live, and if that shatters a few assumptions along the way, all the better. And honestly, if you're calling me she or her, I'm probably not there to be bothered by it anyway.
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These calls accompany Victor’s High School SSR “Carefree Years,” but don’t contain any spoilers from the story itself~ ❤️
⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚
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【1ST CALL】
Victor: The playlist a certain someone just shared with me seems to be a bit different from her usual taste.
Victor: “Melodies that accompanied us through those years of youth” ...
Victor: What’s gotten you so nostalgic suddenly?
MC: Haha, I stumbled upon this through random notifications and found it quite fascinating~
MC: So, speaking of which, what kind of stuff would you usually have playing on your earphones back when you were at school? It wouldn’t be all English listening exercises, right?
Victor: Set your wild thoughts aside, and yes, of course, I would also listen to music sometimes.
Victor: But there were also times when I would have nothing playing at all.
MC: You mean like simply leaving them in your ears?
Victor: Yeah. Seeing you with your earphones on, some of the individuals who are tactful enough won’t come forward to initiate a conversation again.
Victor: Doing this is convenient to save yourself from a lot of unnecessary hassles.
MC: Turns out, it can also be used as a shielding device! What a cool way to pull a “switcheroo”! Speaking of which, I’ve had similar experiences too.
MC: Victor, do you know what other things an electronic dictionary can be handy for besides looking up words?
Victor: Importing e-books in .txt format.
MC: Ah, so, you did this too!
Victor: Nope. I caught people in the act.
MC: You wouldn’t be...
Victor: Mm-hmm. I was in charge of inspecting such rule-breaching activities back then.
MC: ...humph, I have nothing more to discuss with someone who used to be an inspector.
MC: But out of curiosity, what would happen if I were to be caught red-handed by you?
Victor: I would most likely rap on your desk, signaling for you to step outside with me.
Victor: And then, I would confiscate the electronic dictionary and hand you a registration form.
Victor: [putting on a voice but doesn’t sound strict at all, subconsciously reminding himself she is my girlfriend and I’d get hell later LMAO] “Classmate, write your name here, and remember not to get caught by me again.”
MC: That strict? What if I plead with the Discipline Inspector for leniency~
MC: [you’re supposed to put on a cute voice here haha] “I bought this with the pocket money I saved for a long time! Please, inspector classmate, let me off the hook, pretty please, sob sob sob~”
Victor: Based solely on your tone over the phone call, I can’t feel much sincerity or remorse.
Victor: I’ll be home shortly, and I’m looking forward to your in-person demonstration.
Victor: Then, I’ll carefully mull it over whether to let you off the hook, or not.
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【2ND CALL】
Victor: MC, your package just arrived, and it had some damage to the box when it was delivered. So, I went ahead and unpacked it for you.
Victor: But why did you buy a whole box of steam eye masks and eye patches?
MC: Well, the seller happened to be running a promotion, and I couldn’t resist the temptation...
Victor: Mm-hmm, you do get tempted very easily.
Victor: If not for that, we wouldn’t have a stockpile of “buy three, get one free” laundry detergent at home, nor would we have those Hawaiian-themed bath towels as “freebies for signing up.”
Victor: Let’s make it clear beforehand, don’t pull me into “using them up” together when the time comes.
MC: Victor, don’t be so heartless. I’ve put a lot of thought into selecting these items this time.
MC: You may not be aware, but steam eye masks come in many different scents nowadays.
Victor: Chamomile, rose, eucalyptus... I can understand how these floral scents might work, but coffee aroma? Are you sure it can help with sleep?
MC: Oh no, that one’s for keeping you energized! I hadn’t heard of this one before, so I decided to purchase it and give it a try~
MC: They claim its effectiveness is on par with the eye exercises we used to do in our student days; it not only provides eye protection but also refreshes and sharpens the mind.
Victor: In that case, why don’t you consider resuming the eye exercises twice a day from now on? Who knows, it might yield even better results.
MC: In the world of adults, it’s very challenging to squeeze out time for exercise.
Victor: I’m not entirely convinced of that.
Victor: If you utilize all this time you spend shopping impulsively on online sites, it will be sufficient.
MC: Humph, when I get home tonight, I’m gonna make you join me for an eye mask evaluating session!
Victor: I’m afraid my eyes won’t be able to handle such a heavy responsibility.
MC: Well, even though a certain someone says that, in the end, he will still cooperate with me~
MC: When the time comes, I will have the aromatherapy and candles prepared, and we’ll start with the eyepatches to kickstart the relaxation process.
MC: After that, we’ll apply the eye masks for a complete relaxation session.
Victor: ...couldn’t we perhaps spend this time better participating in some outdoor activities, something that genuinely focuses on eye health and relaxation?
Victor: Instead of relying on flashy remedies, it’s more effective to go out and do some physical activities.
MC: Hehe, have you realized that we have already mapped out a perfect weekend itinerary?
MC: Why don’t we just go to that camping site we’ve been wanting to go fishing for a long time! Hold on, I’ll call to make a reservation shortly.
Victor: It seems like a certain someone had this all planned out in advance, am I right?
MC: It’s all thanks to CEO Victor’s guidance that this small idea was implemented in reality so efficiently~
Victor: I think I’d prefer to experience your “efficiency” in other aspects.
Victor: Why don’t you start by making a checklist of the camping essentials we’ll need?
Victor: And after you’re off work, try to get back home a bit earlier. I’ll have the aromatherapy and candles prepared in advance to create a cozy work-friendly atmosphere for a certain someone.
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#UHHHH I LOVE THESE TWO DORKS SO FREAKIN' MUCH#and the way he always does this!!!! reversing the role so seamlessly and considering your comfort and happiness above all else#also it's such a small detail but love how he emphasizes on “try” to be back early i.e. being mindful complete all the other plans you#might have with other people/ or your colleagues so that you don't rush those plans to get back to him 🥹❤️#mlqc victor#mlqc li zeyan#mlqc#mr love victor#mr love queen's choice#李泽言#恋与制作人#love and producer#mlqc cn#mlqc spoilers#mlqc translations
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Malleus, Ace: Not a Star in Heaven
I find it interesting that Malleus said he walks by Ramshackle less often these days. (I guess he wants to be respectful of the new residents?? Or maybe he doesn’t like the noise) 🤔
It's also nice to see Malleus finally acknowledge that he has various people he can speak with and that don't fear him (like Adeuce); I've always found it kind of odd that the main story puts such emphasis on how people don't approach or engage with Malleus when we clearly see him interact with others (not limited to, but including: Cater, Rook, and most other dorm leaders) in respectful, but not always totally amicable, ways in vignettes and some events.
… The Groovy reminds me of the time a friend took a sample of Malleus’s skin color from one of his card artworks 😂 and we were both shocked at how close he was to being the hex code #FFFFFF (aka white as heck).
Yes I’m making another High School Musical pun 🌟
A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.
"What do you do on your days off?"
"It is nothing particularly of note. When I am able to find the time, I am drawn to playing the violin or settling in with a good book."
The delivery of his words came with perfect grace and perfect poise. Elegance befitting royalty, and he who represented the spirit of the noble Thorn Fairy.
Malleus Draconia brushed off an invisible fleck of dust from his dark robes. The stars woven into them with golden thread glimmered from the movement. "Ah, yes. I do also enjoy the occasional stroll, wandering wherever my whims may take me."
"Wow, classy. I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less from a hotshot like you, Malleus-senpai!" Wearing a cheeky grin, Ace leaned forward. "Sooo, what kinda places do you hang around at? I heard from the Prefect that you just pulled up on their front lawn in the middle of the night."
"You've heard." The corners of Malleus's mouth curled upward, bemused. "Alas, Ramshackle has become more lively as of late. It would be rude of me to intrude on the new tenants as I have in the past. These days, I am more likely to see myself to the town, seeking antiques or archaic texts."
"Lemme guess, Sebek threw a fit about the route change?" Ace snickered like an elementary schooler. "I bet he did. Dude always does whenever you're faced with some mild inconvenience."
Straightening and puffing out his chest, the first year adopted a gruff, rumbling voice and an intense glare—a mocking imitation of Sebek. "Why, the NERVE of that human to not grovel and kiss your boots and beg for forgiveness for bumping into you in the hallway, Young Master!! Dishonor on them, dishonor on their family, DISHONOR ON THEIR COW!!"
Malleus stared at him.
"... Too much?" Ace asked weakly.
"My attendants do not accompany me on my walks," Malleus clarified, cooly dispelling the awkwardness. "They are strictly solitary happenings."
"Huh, so not even Silver-senpai or Lilia-senpai joins you?"
"Unless you mean to say that the definition of 'solitary' has changed in the last millennia, yes."
"And Sebek just... lets it happen?"
"Rather than 'letting it happen', it would be more accurate to say that I have already departed long before anyone has realized." Mischief shone in his emerald-set eyes.
Ace's jaw slackened. "No way. You seriously just screw off like that? Sounds like something I'd do, not something a fancy schmancy prince! Don’t you get an earful about it when you get back?”
"Hoh? It seems you speak from personal experience, Trappola,” Malleus smirked, “seeing as Rosehearts oft goes about punishing you for your rebellion.”
“Urk!! You, uh… kinda got me there.”
“Not to worry. I shall be discreet—just as you will be discreet about my walks, correct?” There was a quiet yet dangerous insistence laced in his voice, compelling Ace to gulp and nod, complying.
“You don’t like hanging out with other people or something?”
“I am accustomed to being on my own. This is no different than the norm.”
“Well, I don’t know how it was for you before, but it sounds like you’re going out of your way to be alone now." Ace shrugged. "Isn't that just making things worse for you? It's not like you're making an effort to reach out to others or to communicate with them. You won't make any friends like that."
His bluntness—and the audacity of it—struck Malleus like lighting to his heart. The truth, cold and hard and pointed.
"Friends, you say..." He let the word linger in the space between them. Pride and hurt—and perhaps hurt pride—swirling. “Hmph. How brazen of you to make such accusations to my face. You know not how to hold your tongue—nor do you know true fear.”
The air crackled, suddenly thick and heavy with tension. The bright, sunny day stilled.
“Hah?! A-Are you gonna strike me down?!“ Ace took a hasty step back and braced himself. Holy crap, this is 100 times worse than getting collared!!
“… It was a joke.”
“It was?!”
“Of course.” Malleus chuckled, offering a small, if not smug, smile. “I am not opposed to being approached by those unafraid to speak their minds. That is what separates Night Raven College from the rest. It is a place full of interesting individuals.
“Yourself, Spade, the Prefect—there is no shortage of those who are willing to challenge me.”
“And that’s… a good thing?” Ace blinked, bewildered. Riddle-ryocho’s on my ass all the time, so I didn’t think I’d get praised for acting out…
Malleus nodded solemnly. “These are experiences I could never have were I to continue my studies exclusively in Briar Valley. It it because of my training at Night Raven College that I can broaden my horizons.”
“Eh, but you’ll still have powers us plebs can never hope to know.”
The birthday boy laid a hand on the main building behind them. Tall, grand, and imposing—it was everything he was, built of magic and marvels.
What would remain once time and weather had eroded it away to ancient ruins? Only the memories he had made while he was there.
“… There are some wishes that magic alone cannot grant,” Malleus said, mystery drenching bis every syllable. “I can fly as far as I like. There is not a star in heaven I cannot reach. Still…”
I never feel fulfilled.
His eyes fluttered shut, contemplative.
He had been in that grassy field, Lilia at his side, and surrounded by teary reunions. Classmates and friends, dorm leaders and vices and their members. Trading hugs and relieved words.
Lilia had turned to him then, face shining like the full moon.
“Human lives are as thin and as fragile as the threads on a spindle. But through their companionship, they are able to weave together to create something far stronger. Such friendships are able to transcend their short lifespans.
“Malleus, we are able to share the world with these wonderful people. Isn’t that magical?”
That is why we must treasure the here and now, before that time slips away from us.
He returned his gaze to his underclassman. “Trappola.”
Ace jumped. “Y-Yeah? What is it?”
“Consider yourself fortunate.” Malleus smiled with his teeth. “For you are an acquaintance of mine.”
“I guess I am…?” Ace tried to return the friendliness, but faltered. “Cool! Wait ‘til I brag to my big bro that I know the Malleus Draconia. He won’t believe it!”
“Fufufu. Perhaps he would be more inclined to believe were I to appear on the doorstep of your household.”
Ace immediately paled. “My whole family’s gonna pass out if you do that!!”
“Acquaintances host other acquaintances at their abodes, no?” His tone was teasing, like fingers raking across bare skin.
“Please tell me that’s another bad joke, Malleus-senpai!! You’re not being serious, right? RIGHT?!”
“I eagerly await your invitation.”
Ace caught the splintered trickery in Malleus’s eyes before the takeoff—one so forceful that it sent him hurtling back. He landed on his bum, mouth hanging open in shock.
“Heeeey! You still didn’t answer my question!!”
FWOOSH!!
Malleus launched into the sky upon his broomstick. Truthfully, he was fine without any magical implements to aid him—but tradition called for the show, flowers and all.
He raised a hand, shielding his eyes against the sun. It was strong today, in spite of it being the middle of a chilling winter season and drifting snow. Light and warmth where there should have been bleakness and cold.
Weather every bit as defiant as the humans around him.
Interesting.
Malleus extended his hand, catching a piece of falling snow in his palm. Sunlight streamed through his fingertips—and it, combined with his body heat, melted the snow into cool water.
It had lived and died in but a few breaths. So many of them around him, snuffed out so soon.
“Malleus, we are able to share the world with these wonderful people. Isn’t that magical?”
Yes, it is.
He closed his fingers and brought them to his chest.
I can fly anywhere I like. I can reach any star in heaven. But I cannot yet understand the hearts of mankind. That… is why I am here at Night Raven College.
To learn of that special enchantment.
#Malleus Draconia#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#Ace Trappola#disney twisted wonderland#spoilers#Malleus birthday takeover#something no one asked for#Lilia Vanrouge
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Not A Prank - Eren Yeager X F!Reader
You waited at the entrance of the amusement park and you couldn't help but feel like you were being pranked.
Because why would Eren Yeager ask you to meet him at the entrance for a date?
I mean, you did understand the logistics, his car had broken down last week so you knew he couldn't pick you up just like you knew Eren and Mikasa had broken up last month- the girls at college wouldn't let anyone forget Eren was single.
However, why he asked you out was beyond you.
You were friends, sort of. Being Sasha's cousin, you've been dragging her and Connie out of trouble since you were kids, generally being the only braincell of the trio.
You often were invited to group outings with their friends, but having gone to a different high school it wasn't until college that you actually became part of the group.
Eren was a nice guy, even though he could be quite the hothead. Speaking of hot, Eren certainly qualified. As he approached you, his hair was pulled up in the man-bun only the seldom individual could pull off and look hot, his shirt having a v-neck and showing glimpses of the chest that had all the girls drooling, wearing the leather jacket you knew Connie had given him his previous birthday.
He smiled to you, "I hope I didn't make you wait too long."
"Not at all," you lied. Honestly you didn't knew if you were waiting for a minute or an hour- the anticipation had been agony.
He guided you into the park with a grin, children's laughter and the screams of teenagers and adults filling the air.
"I really am sorry my car broke down. The line at the Roc Bird's probably hours long at this point," Eren groaned softly and you looked at him, a small smile lingering on your lips. "Ah well, the Formule X never has that long of a line. How about we go there before we buy something for lunch?"
Eren grinned from ear to ear, looking at you with such delight that you were surprised. It was such a happy, fond look that all of your musings how Eren couldn't be serious about liking you were discarded.
As the two of you walked to the red rollercoaster, Eren nudged you. "You're studying my face like it's exam time. What's up?"
"Ah well, I am just surprised." You said, embarrassed, "I didn't expect you to have a thing for me, really."
Eren's green eyes softened and your heart skipped a beat. "Well, we haven't been that vocal about it, but Mikasa and I have been growing apart since graduation. Before we knew it our hearts were already moving on. " He scratched his neck, trying to find more words to properly confess his feelings.
How in the attempts to ignore Mikasa and Jean's ever growing closeness he started distracting himself with his friends, allowing him to get to know you better.
How he'd always noticed you were pretty, but had never noticed you had common ground in things like your shared love for amusement parks or a similar untamable spirit.
"Well, suppose I'm a lucky gal then, huh?" You teased lightly, nudging him back.
"About as lucky as this guy over here," he said and you smiled broadly at Eren who gave you a moony eyed grin that made you dizzy.
"I hope you'll still like me if I end up with my spit flying at the speed."
Eren chuckled at your slightly flustered but playful demeanor, "Of course I will. I'd love to see it captured on photo."
You looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Are you seriously going to look at how the ride's pictures come out?"
"Yes, and I will be buying our photo. Our first shared humilation, is there a better way to start a relationship?"
You laughed at the thought, knowing photos taking during the ride were the worst kind of photos- even worse then the stiff faces you had to pull for your ID pictures. "It certainly would be a bonding experience, like wearing matching onesies. Even better if we wore them to class."
"Now you really sound like you grew up with Sasha and Connie."
You giggled but you couldn't deny they were responsible for part of your brain being fried. "You better get used to it if we're going to date," you told him.
Eren tugged a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I think I will.".
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