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steviewashere · 6 months ago

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Love at First Trim (Chapter 1/???)

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Implied/Referenced Child Abandonment, Implied/Referenced Break-Up Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Set in the 2000s, Mild Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Older Eddie Munson, Older Steve Harrington, Original Child Character, Single Parent Eddie Munson, Hair Stylist Steve Harrington, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Flirting (But it Sucks), Eddie Munson has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Dialogue Heavy, Tags May Change, Rating May Change

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Single Parent Eddie Munson, my beloved.

Fair warning, I know nothing about hair care or cutting hair or dyeing hair. All of my research comes from Google. And also, I am aware that trimming Eddie's hair probably would've worked better if it was wet. It is not. Oops.

✂️—————✂️ “You wanna do what to your hair?!” Eddie shrieked.

He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe the gall that his daughter had. She’s recently turned thirteen—the age of discovery. The age where she’s finding her footing, her style, her everything. And, Eddie gets it. He so totally gets it. Eddie was thirteen when he shaved his head the one and only time, when he began to make his battle vest, when he snuck off to a bus towards Indianapolis and saw Judas Priest in concert. So, yes, he gets what she’s doing.

“Dad,” his little girl (not so little) sighs. “I want to dye my hair. Like my friend Sarah. She’s got the most beautiful head of hair right now! Purple, Dad. Her hair is purple.”

“No—no, I got that,” he sighs himself. “But Ella, my little munchkin, my sweet angel baby; you don’t want to dye your hair with something, y’know, a little more neutral first? What if you absolutely hate having color?”

Ella shoots him a glare. So lethal, Eddie swears he feels the bullet enter his chest. “So you were cool about shaving the sides of my head. And the possibility of me getting my nose pierced as soon as I turn sixteen. But dying my hair red is where you draw the line?”

Okay, when she puts it like that, Eddie does sound a touch too protective. But his daughter’s head of hair is one of her crowning features. She’s got her dad’s curls, but her mom’s gorgeous sandy blonde hair. Maybe Eddie and Ella’s mom didn’t end on the best of terms—not that there was an ending to be seen, she had just up and left one day without a trace—but even he can admit that the sandy blonde is something other-worldly. Every single Munson has dark brunette hair, no abnormalities, no others. It’s difficult, even a bit frustrating, to what his little girl grow and change and differentiate herself. He’s excited for, absolutely, but he’s also such a papa bear by fault.

He rubs at his temples, tension building and building beyond belief. There’s no chance he’s winning this. “Okay, listen,” he mutters. Where she’d been incessantly tapping in the kitchen, several feet away from the carpeted living room where he’s stress slouched on the couch, she now falls deathly silent. Eddie takes a deep breath. “I will agree with you on this,” he states slowly, “on a few conditions.”

“I’m listening.”

“Your hair will be dyed with something like Manic Panic—not box dye. And you will do it at an actual salon. You won’t let a friend do it. I’m not going to do it. And you certainly will not be doing it yourself, do you understand?” He looks up from his lap and into the little window over the kitchen counter. Where she looks back. The ‘tude apparent on her features. He fights the urge to roll his eyes.

Ella continues to stare when the silence stretches. And then she heaves an enormous sigh.

“Little lady, do not sigh at me,” he firmly scolds. And for a moment, he feels like Uncle Wayne. He suppresses the shudder at what that means for him. He’s not even forty yet, he shouldn’t be acting like his way too old uncle. “Do you or do you not understand me?”

Relenting, Ella grumbles, “Fine. We’ll go to a salon.” She rounds the corner into the living room. Eyes him for a beat before settling next to him on the middle cushion. Her left hand reaches up to his hair, tugging at the ends. His hair isn’t the best it’s been—though there isn’t much of a contest, not since he was fifteen—it’s a little wiry, with several inches of dead ends, and already greying at the temples. But it’s still got the length to his shoulders and the bangs that curl inwards right above his eyebrows. Some definition, even. It’s still objectively good, for somebody who doesn’t always care about their hair.

She tugs again. “Mm, you should dye yours too,” Ella murmurs.

He startles and whips his head to her. ‘Absolutely not,” he adamantly refuses.

“Oh, c’mon, Dad,” she whines. “It doesn’t have to be your whole head, but it’d be like a friendship bracelet or something. Just get a streak and match with me. Please?”

“Wha—Hold on. You, my thirteen year old and angst-riddled teenager, wants to match with her dear old dad? Who—keep in mind—is nearing forty years old? Who you called an old fart the other day because he was reminiscing over ‘80s cartoons and explaining how CDs seem like a waste of time?” He incredulously asks. Eyes widening further with each word. His hands reach out and squeeze her cheeks, lift up her arms, twist her head left and right. “Who’s sitting on my couch right now? This certainly can’t be my kiddo,” he murmurs.

She rolls her eyes, swatting him away. The attitude on this girl is unbelievable. He almost wants to go over to the landline and call up Wayne and apologize for how he acted as a teenager. But he just quirks an eyebrow, cross his arms over his chest, and waits. Ella shrugs. “I just…I just want to do it. And I know I can be a brat or a butthead or whatever, but I do actually care a lot about you,” she admits quietly. “And…”

Then, she goes silent. Contemplative and squirmy. As if she doesn’t want to say the next part aloud.

“And?” Eddie searches.

“And I hear you sometimes talking to Grandpa Wayne about how you…You don’t know how to ‘connect’ with me. You always sound so sad and then you sound even sadder when you bring up how Mom…Before she left, how she could get me in an instant. And I just. I don’t know; I don’t want you to think there’s this distance between us,” she murmurs. “This is me offering a bridge, I guess.”

He swallows back the golf ball sized lump in his throat. Blinks rapidly. Eddie didn’t think she heard him, considering it was always so late at night. When all the neighborhood kids in Hawkins were asleep. But he realizes teenagers are going to be teenagers, staying up past their bedtime, eavesdropping. At least she isn’t sneaking out through her bedroom window like he did.

Something in him breaks, though.

She’s thirteen and too adult for his liking.

“I’ll do it, kiddo,” he agrees gently. “There’s a salon around the corner. We’ll go there this weekend, promise. Now, go do your homework before you make your old man cry.”

“You’re not old,” she grumbles, standing. “You’re just stuck in the past,” she states, retreating to her room. And then the door clicks behind her and Eddie’s left to stuff his crumbled pieces back inside, in the jar of his heart.

——— Come Saturday, he’s got two appointments made for them. Back to back. At first, he was unsure of who should go first. Out of safety, he had wanted to, but then Ella was just a bit too eager. And he knew that making her wait would be pointless.

He’s nervous, though, even as he parks in front of the salon. With the little plastic bag from the Sally’s down the street. The little tubs of bright red Manic Panic, bleach, and toner knocking against each other. Not once in his entire life has he thought about dyeing his hair or messing with it beyond shaving, trimming, and washing it. Has never considered the idea that his daughter would be someone who’d be interested in changing up her hair, too. All this to say he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“We’re going to be late for our appointments if you wait out here any longer,” Ella, oh so helpfully, reminds from the passenger seat.

“Are you sure you want to go first? This is a big change, you know. And maybe you’ll see the dye in my hair and realize you actually don’t—“

The passenger door opens and slams behind after her. He’s left in the driver’s seat to gape momentarily. Staring at his daughter impatiently waiting on the sidewalk. She gestures to the glass doors of the salon. The Pandora’s box of doors—a portal to the world of Harrington’s Salon. (Which—where has he heard that name before?) Ella’s arms point firmer at the open sign and the doors again. “Let’s go!” She yells at him through the windshield. He has no other option but to just get out and follow her in.

Immediately, the smell of aftershave hits his nostrils. That and hairspray. The lights are sort of bright. And the chairs are each aligned to their own mirrors. What hits him hard, however, is the person that emerges from the back room. Their hair is the first thing Eddie notices. Puffed up, held in place, yet soft and bouncing with his steps. Then his face—creased with smile lines and fitted with hazel honey eyes, a straight triangular nose, and pink pouting lips. Moles on his body, a few random freckles to match. His clothes are neat, but not stereotypical douchebag neat. Pressed blue henley overtop a white undershirt of sorts, tucked into a pair of worn in light wash jeans, and some dirties older Nike Cortez’s.

But most of all:

It’s Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington from high school. From a time when they were barely acquaintances, just stranger that caught each other staring; with malice, Eddie was never sure. Except, he’s older. Grayer throughout that beautiful head of hair, where his highlights used to be. His smile lines obviously deeper.

The moment of realization hits Steve, too. Instead of looking upset to see Eddie, though, he looks immeasurably happier. He smiles wide and inviting. Steps further towards the front counter and ushers them over.

“So, you two are my twelve and twelve-thirty appointments? The…Munson’s, right?” Steve asks brightly.

Eddie splutters for an embarrassing moment. Finally, though, he takes a deep breath. Answers, “Yeah, uh—Yeah. It should be under Edward, though? Or…it might be Eddie. I actually don’t remember which name I gave, I—“ He stops himself when he catches a quick glimpse of Ella’s face. Her eyes wide and an eyebrow quirked. Hip popped and arms crossed over her chest. “Yeah, Eddie Munson. And she’s Ella. She should be the one scheduled first, though for a full head dye job? We brought our own supplies, as I was told over the phone. Except, I dunno if I’ve got the right bleach and toner? I’m actually not sure if…I don’t know what I’m doing, honestly—“

Steve chuckles. His eyes squint with the stretch of his ever glowing smile. “It’s alright, Eddie. As long as you have the dye you’d like to use, I’ve got bleach and tools. Now…the question is, have we ever used bleach before? Or am I working with virgin hair?”

Before Eddie can even get the chance to take a breath, Ella is responding for them. “This is my first time. Dad’s been really strict about me ever using hair dye. It was a reeaalll hassle to convince him to do this. And an even bigger one to convince him to get a matching streak.”

“Okay, well, hopefully with my handy skills, the convincing won’t take as long. If you’re ready, Dad and Ella, I can get you guys situated in my chairs. I’ll start out with doing a test strip of bleach on your head, and if that ends up being a fail, then I can get started with using color immediately,” Steve explains. His voice stays light, despite essentially doing customer service. But he begins to walk slowly back towards one of the further most chairs, gesturing for Ella to sit down. She does, a soft smile plastered to her face, and then Steve ties an apron around her shoulders.

He follows hesitantly, sitting down in the adjacent chair, turned to watch. Hands over the bag of supplies when asked and waits with baited breath for Steve to survey his work.

“Hm,” Steve grunts. “This all looks good to me,” he murmurs. “I’m honestly so relieved you guys went with Manic Panic. This stuff is such a good first time dye and it’s not boxed. You would not believe the amount of botched dye jobs I’ve seen in the last decade or so all because of boxed colors. Honestly, those companies should be sued or something.” Eddie feels something stir low in his belly—something mixed with enamor with how Steve is genuinely excited to explain and do his work. Never, in a million years, would Eddie expect to see them here like this.

“Dad insisted on the Manic stuff. I almost made my friend smuggle in some boxed hair dye in my school’s restroom,” Ella confesses, a little breathy and nearly amused. She doesn’t look at Eddie at all, but he hopes that she feels his disapproving glare like daggers.

When there isn’t a response, Eddie drifts his sight over to Steve. Though, he isn’t concerned, instead finding him hyper-focused on his craft. He’s carefully grabbing a lock of Ella’s hair between his fingers. Checking it over to make sure it’s well hidden, in case this doesn’t work out. His tongue is poking out between his pouting lips, eyes squinted on his task, and eyebrows furrowed for the challenge. Once he finally finds a good enough chunk, he whispers, “A-ha!” And clips it to stand-out.

“So…” Eddie starts the conversation again, dragging out the word. He pats his hands down on his thighs. “How long does a test strand take?”

“For best results,” Steve mutters, now looking over the container of bleach, “I like to wait forty minutes. Just to ensure that there really isn’t any sort of reaction to the product. Longer means safer and that means I can sleep at night knowing I didn’t give a kiddo a bald spot or a chemical burn.” And then he looks over to Eddie, flashes him a quick and easing smile. He steps away for a moment, returning with an apron dutifully draped over himself, and begins mixing the product with something Eddie didn’t even grab.

“What’s that?” He asks.

Steve hums. “It’s developer. Don’t worry, it’s the same brand as the powder solution you brought. I can tell—“ He sets his little bowl of product down on the nearby counter. Faces Eddie as he puts on some latex gloves. “—That you’re nervous. I’ve been doing this for years, I know what I’m doing. Honed my craft real well.”

Eddie juts his chin up once in silent approval. And then he just sits back and watches.

This guy is an artist in his craft. He’s really undersold the whole “I’ve been doing this for years” gig. Steve is so gentle, so careful with Ella. He’s quick, efficient. Yet focused and tedious. It’s in the way he paints the mixture onto her hair, holding the hair between his fingers, how he really rubs the bleach in. In the calculated cut of foil he settles around the strand. How he puts all the utensils away, cleans up his equipment, hangs his apron up, and then comes back over to assess.

“Alright,” Steve sighs, over checking the foil. “We’ll keep that on there for forty minutes, my timer’s been set and is ticking. And then we’ll come back, rinse that out with cold water, and see how the hair reacted. If it worked, we can go ahead and bleach the whole head, same regime, and tone it afterwards.”

“And the color?” Eddie asks quietly.

“Hm,” Steve grunts again. He sticks his right hip out and places both of his hands on the waistband of his jeans. “I think,” he states slowly, “I think we should wait just a day or two for color.” He looks over to Eddie, eyes considerate and his face thoughtful. “Since her hair is new to this kind of treatment, we should take things a little easier. Usually, I’d go right in with the color after bleaching, but again—Virgin hair.”

“What about Dad?” Ella butts in. “His hair is also new to this kind of stuff.”

“Oh?” Steve asks curiously. “Really? I thought you would’ve done something funky to your hair, considering your whole…The whole aesthetic you’ve had for, what seems like, years.”

“Well,” Eddie murmurs sheepishly. He shrugs. His cheeks are heated and his stomach is flipping with all of Steve’s attention on him. “I’ve always really loved how my hair’s looked. Reminds me of my mom, so.”

Steve’s gaze softens. Something like remembrance flashes over his face before settling back to a gentle thing. “Well, I’ll make sure to be careful with your hair, too,” he promises softly. “Yours should actually be done today. Considering it’s only one little strip, nothing too extravagant. I’ll test your hair with the bleach, too. Let me just head in the back and prepare another bowl of product for you. Be back in a jiffy.”

It’s weird having Steve Harrington be nice to him, considering the status he held in high school. But Eddie supposes that when time passes and circumstances change, you have to, too. And he thinks it’s accurate to say that Steve’s a changed man, with how gentle he is with the people around him. Even a person he may have never known, never gotten along with. It’s all the better when he comes back into the main part of the salon, gloves on, bowl of bleach in hand, and the softest of smiles adorning his features.

Eddie doesn’t stand a chance. Whatever inevitable heartbreak comes from this, at least he’ll know what Steve’s fingers feel like in his hair.

Ella leans over before Steve makes it to them. Whispers, “Dad, close your mouth. You’re practically drooling.”

“Wh—Huh?” He dumbly says.

She smacks his knee with the back of her hand, punctuating each word with another slap. “Stop. Ogling. My. Stylist.”

“I can do whatever I want, miss ma’am. I am an adult, mind you.”

Her eyes roll so hard, he fears they may just pop out of her skull. “Can you at least wait until after my head is bleached to do your weird flirting?”

“It’s not weird, Ells. Besides, even if I were flirting, I wouldn’t have the time. My hair’s gonna be a quick thing anyway.”

She goes to reply, but Steve sidles up beside her. Sets his bowl on the counter and looks to Eddie once more. “You ready to test this in your hair?” He asks, voice polite.

He nods like a loose spring. “Uh—Yeah, yeah, sure,” he squeaks out. “Just…Just a little nervous, is all. Like you said. Y’know. Nerves.” His palms are sweating like they may just be able to put out a damn fire. And he wonders, for the first time in ages: When did I get so out of practice? Eddie’s seeing this guy for the first time since their mutual senior year, a time when they weren’t even friends, and he can’t keep the humiliation out of his flirting. If it’s even flirting, that is.

“Hey,” Ella speaks up, “would it be alright if I sit in the waiting area with some headphones in?” She gives Steve a polite expression, but when she makes eye contact with Eddie it’s more of a: I’m Saving Myself the Embarrassment of This Reaction. He should’ve known that she’d pull something like this, she typically does if Eddie’s having a good interaction with somebody. How he didn’t spot her walk in with her Discman and some headphones, he’ll never know. But there they are, being gestured to in her lap, and her eyes gleaming softly for Steve to be tricked by. “I’ll make sure to avoid the foil in the back,” she tacks on for good measure.

And it works on Steve because her little gags always work on new people. He shrugs, smiles softly, and gestures loosely to one of the waiting area chairs. “I mean, knock yourself out. Could always sit here, but uh—“ He crouches down and leans in close, dropping his voice to a faux whisper. “—Between me and you, your dad is being a little embarrassing, huh?”

“Hey!” Eddie squawks.

Ella is amused, to put it lightly. She grins, holding back a snort. Eyes gleaming with something like mischief now. “Yeah,” she sighs as if she’s actually put out. “Guess I should just dump him on you for now. But you know what you’re doing, so it should be fine. Volume will be up, so just tap me or something.” When she walks past Eddie’s chair, he knows she’s fighting the urge to stick her tongue out at him.

He does it back anyway. Because he’ll always be the bigger child, if he can help it.

Steve pats his shoulder, his hand lingering. “Don’t worry,” he says, voice normal again, “I don’t actually think that of you. I think…You being nervous about both of you guys is actually kinda sweet.”

Eddie snorts. “You don’t have to save face, man. She got my attitude, she’ll use it to her advantage. If she can ‘charm’ you into dealing with me, she will. Just the ways of a teenage girl with a dad ‘stuck in the past’, so she put it a few days ago.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll still be careful. Do you want me to get started on that test strip?”

He sighs, untenses his shoulders. “Actually,” Eddie begins. “I’ve been kind of eyeing myself in the mirror the couple of times you’ve gone into the back. And I was wondering if I’d be able to get a little trim? I’ll pay you for the extra work, of course! But I…God, it’s been a while.”

Above him, Steve hums. His eyes roam, calculating. He peels off his left latex glove and plucks some of Eddie’s dead ends. Thumb working over the wiry hair. “I can, of course I can. How much are you willing to take off? Might be a good…Hmm, two inches?”

“Where would that put me length wise? Sorry, I just don’t know much about hair. Let alone how many inches I’ve got to work with.”

For a moment, Steve smirks. Yeah, yeah. That’s what she said, Eddie thinks. He gently swipes up a good couple inches from the same strand he’s been working with. And his face goes serious and contemplative again. “Think that would put you right at your collarbones,” he muses. “And, if you really are nervous, I could always bleach and dye your streak when she comes in next.”

“Really?”

Steve nods gently. “Yeah. I’m practically a hair wizard, I can do anything. Which includes doing your strand on top of her full dye.”

Eddie sighs, relieved. His heart’s been rabbiting behind his ribs for the better part of half an hour. It definitely doesn’t help that his high school crush is also his stylist today. Doesn’t help that he’s making nerd references while being gentle with Eddie’s little silent freakout. But gosh does it sound nice to not go head first into this. “Please, Steve,” he murmurs, “I just need a trim today. Nothing else.”

Fingers rake from the top of Eddie’s head down to his shoulders. Steve’s left hand resting heavily on his shoulder afterwards. “Let me go ahead and dispose of the product mixture, alright? Just get yourself comfortable and I’ll take care of you.”

If something awakens in the butterfly storm of Eddie’s stomach, he’ll never say. But he does indulge Steve’s request. Leans back fully into his salon chair. Spreads his legs a little to make sure he doesn’t need to readjust himself during the trim. Closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. And by the time they’re opened again, Steve is back with an apron for Eddie’s clothes. He lets him drape it over silently. Relishing in their slow, mingled breaths. And the brush of Steve’s warm fingers to Eddie’s bare neck.

Steve is warm, solid, and soft. His face is immeasurably cute. Tongue poking out, eyebrows furrowed, squinting at the ends of Eddie’s hair. He breathes gently by Eddie’s ear. Fingers soothing and careful. Whenever they get caught in a tangle, he just quickly detangles it, doesn’t scold Eddie or sigh at him (like some other stylists have done in the past). For that, Eddie’s even more thankful than he thought he could ever.

What really makes him nearly squirm is when Steve bends down in front of him. Putting one another at direct eye level. He pinches the ends of Eddie’s bangs. Snips them. Combs them, even. Up close, Eddie can see how deep Steve’s smile lines really go. Where his crow’s feet are beginning to develop. The fine stubble above his upper lip. Every little strand of slivery grey in his hairline. Up close, Steve’s even more gorgeous than Eddie remembers.

“You do these yourself?” Steve asks softly, his voice deep and warm.

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs back, “been doing them in my bathroom since…Probably since freshman year of high school, honestly.”

A thoughtful grunt-hum. “They’re really good for somebody who doesn’t do this professionally,” Steve whispers. “I mean, I assume you aren’t a stylist.”

Eddie snorts. “God, no. I know how to take care of my hair, for the most part, and Ella’s. That’s all I do. I’m actually a mechanic nowadays.”

“Oh? You don’t do music anymore?” Steve asks, now standing back up, walking behind Eddie’s chair. His fingers rake through the bottom of Eddie’s curls again. And then he grabs the comb inside of his apron.

Eddie stops completely in his tracks. Frozen in his chair. Cheeks flushing. “How do you remember that I do music?” He asks quietly.

It finally hits Steve, too, what he said. His fingers halt and his cheeks blush and his eyes go wide where they meet Eddie’s in the mirror. “Uh,” he eloquently states. “I—Um. My best friend and I used to go to your bar shows? I-I thought you were really good.”

“Steve Harrington thought my crummy bar shows were good?”

“Well…Yeah? You were the best of the best when it came to the music lineups every night.”

“Every night?!” Eddie asks incredulously. “You were in the Hideout watching my stupid bar shows and I never saw you once? Are you pulling my leg right now?”

“No? Of course I’m not, Eddie. I used to see your Corroded Coffin posters in the halls and around town every once in a while and I thought, y’know, what if I stopped in there once? And so I did and you were really cool—I mean really good. I was just intrigued, man. I really wanted you to make it big,” Steve rambles. His fingers are still in Eddie’s hair, not stopped anymore, mindlessly combing. And his whole face is tomato red.

And even though he’s a little bit embarrassed, he’s still beautiful to Eddie.

Eddie blinks, taking in the information. Licks his lips, noticing the way Steve’s eyes follow the action. There’s tension here, Eddie can discern. The kind, he isn’t sure. “You should’a said hello, man. Maybe I would’ve done a private show for you.”

He spikes with pride at Steve’s continued flush, as it colors down his neck. Steve looks down to Eddie’s hair. Gently brushing both of his hands, palm and all, from the scalp to the ends. There’s a small smile on his face, graceful and pleased. “Maybe,” he murmurs. “But I doubt it. I mean, I was an asshole, Eddie. To people like you. Even if I did change by the time we shared a senior year, you probably would’ve…It doesn’t matter.” He goes back to snipping at Eddie’s dead ends. Focused on his task. “If I were a nicer guy, we could’ve been friends.”

At that, Steve goes silent again. Combing out the trimmed, loose hair. Even as it isn’t necessary. Even though Eddie knows he’ll be going home and showering after this. But he hums. “We can be friends now, though,” Eddie states quietly. “You seem like a good guy, Steve. Even if I don’t know you all that well, not yet, I can just tell that you are. You’re good with my little girl, you aren’t being an ass about me being nervous. You’re good, Steve. We should hang out.”

When he’s finally done, Steve stands at Eddie’s right side. Scissors and comb dutifully put away. His hands are on his hips again, looking down at Eddie with a quizzical expression. “You’d really want to be friends with me?”

Eddie shrugs. “Sure, why not? I live just around the block. And I’ve got a lot of free time after work in the week. Let’s make a statement—Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are friends.”

He gets this sweet little grin on his face. Eyes squinting with the action. “Yeah, okay,” Steve huffs. “Sure, I want to be friends. Maybe take you up on that private show some time?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Eddie says, a little too quiet. A little too real. But he smiles. And knows, looking at Steve’s matching face, that he’s entirely fucked.

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As the Seasons Pass Ch. 1 "Mid-July" ☆ A sapphic fiction story

Synopsis: Genie has been struggling with a homoerotic friendship. She meets a girl named Valerie through this friend. Tonight is the first time she's hanging out with Valerie one-on-one. Platonically of course. This story is gonna be a very slow burn, so this chapter surrounds the first stage of building the dynamic that Genie and Valerie will have. This is part one, but there is a background chapter that surrounds the homoerotic relationship Genie has. If you'd like to check that out, it's linked in my pinned post.

Contains: Nervous Genie. Car ride. General sapphic nervousness and awkwardness. Concert. Slice of life. Indirect kisses:p

Warnings: Although there isn't smut in this chapter, this story as a whole is not for minors. If you're not 18+ you are not welcome here, I mean this in the nicest way.

Word count: 1.6K

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I wake up to another instagram notification, a DM from Valerie.

@/Valthehuman: Wait would you want to hang out? Like before the next group hangout? There's a show tomorrow night at that bar you were asking about, if ur free/interested in going. I have an extra ticket too?

@/Geniesirius: Yeah omg, that sounds so fun, just let me know what time! :)

There's a bubbly, fluttery feeling rising in my chest that actually makes me excited to get out of bed. I head out to the kitchen and make breakfast.

My phone lights up and I pick up my phone with a record amount of speed. It's not Val. It's one of the scam texts about the election. I roll my eyes and put my phone down.

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I'm in the middle of drawing a cute little neurographic-style page when my phone lights up again. This time it's her.

@/Valthehuman: Awesome! It starts at 7:30, do u wanna meet there or I can pick you up? It’s kind of a hard place to find unless you know what you’re looking for.

@/Geniesirius: Yeah that would be so nice actually, i hate driving into downtown :)) I'll send my address over in a sec!

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I'm really anxious getting ready. Val's so cool and effortless. I've gone through three different outfits, I probably should have asked about the vibe.

I grip my phone and start scouring Val's page in an attempt to find the band that's playing tonight. I click on her tagged photos and scroll a bit, revealing a picture of a crowd with Val front line and center. Her eyes were wide and she had the biggest smile I've ever seen on anyone's face.

The caption reads: "So lucky to have had some of my closest friends at my first show." Posted by @/jennadummy.

After going through her feed, I see she's the drummer of this band. I watch a few of the reels and it seems to be a pretty eclectic alternative band. This is good. Everyone at the shows dress pretty casual and the crowds run pretty small.

I settle on some black cargo pants and a lavender babytee. I accessorize with some silver jewelry and spritz some peach perfume on my neck and wrists. She's picking me up in an hour and I feel a ball of anxiety building in the pit of my stomach.

I keep telling myself it's not a big deal, because it's not. I'm just hanging out with a new person and making a friend. It's not like im going on a tinder date with a stranger or something. It's literally not even a thing it's just a stupid little hangout in a public place. Oh and a forty-five minute drive with someone that's had maybe six minutes of screentime in my life so far. Fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what are we even gonna talk about for forty-five minutes?

I pick my phone up again and start stalking her socials again, I have to find at least one thing I can resort to if things feel too quiet and weird. She has the link to her spotify in her bio, truly a godsend. She only has one playlist titled 'everything' and it's over two thousand hours long. I scroll through and see we have a ton of bands and artists in common, I click through and sample the songs and artists I don't know. All niche, obscure bands that have under a thousand monthly listeners.

In the middle of my venture, a random number texts me.

234-555-6789: Hey it's Valerie, I was wondering if you wanted to pick up some food or snacks or something to eat on the way? If so, I'll probably be on my way now, if that's okay?

I forgot we exchanged numbers earlier, my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw it was her. The stress I'm feeling is borderline ridiculous, but no matter how hard I try to overcome it, I can't help but turn into a puddle of nerves before I hang out with literally anyone, even (correction: especially) Sabrina.

Me: Yeah, that sounds awesome actually. I'm ready to go too so just lmk when ur on the way:))

She leaves a heart on the message and lets me know she'll be here in ten minutes.

It feels like a mass of knots are winding and tightening in the pit of my stomach. My hands are shaky and my breath is shorter than it usually is when I get nervous before going out.

I head outside two minutes before her ETA so she won't have to wait on me. She pulls up and her car is insane. It looks brand new, and it's a dark blue color.

I walk around to the passenger and open the door.

"Heeeeey, You look good." The smile on her face is major and she reaches over for me and pulls me into a tight hug.

"Hey, thanks for inviting me, it's good to see you again. You look really good too." I find that last part couldn't help but come out fast paced and slightly jumbled. She's wearing an olive green oversized button up, which is of course, unbuttoned. Underneath is a white tank top and her pants are dark and baggy. Her hair is shaggy and reflects the light, complimenting its natural black color with an orange and yellow shine. Her eyes are decorated with smudged black eyeliner, and her lip tint is a neutral brown color. If her appearance could be summed up in one word, it would be 'androgynous.'

She drives with one hand and sings under her breath so softly you'd never know she was doing it unless you paid attention. Which I'm totally not, by the way.

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"My passenger door is kinda fucked up right now, so I gotta open it from outside."

She turns the wheel so smoothly, and she purses her lips as she parks. When she stops the car she develops a wide smile.

"Parked right on the first try swag"

I feel my face scrunch as I laugh through my nose. "should we call bella hadid?"

Mutual laughter erupts and she opens the driver door and steps out of the car. She speed walks over to my side and pulls the handle with a slight urgency. She walks a little quicker than me, opening the door to the gas station before I can reach it. As I walk past her, I am greeted with a lightly cologned smell. It's very woody with some light notes of vanilla.

"Thanks. You're so chivalrous."

"You gotta be while courting."

I turn my head towards her and we make eye contact. She starts shaking her head quickly. Her eyebrows lifted, her eyes squinted, Her lips upturned and pushed together awkwardly.

"I'm.. kidding.." She says semi-convincingly. For some reason a slight sense of grief stirs in my chest. Random.

"I wouldn't be mad if you were."

"You're bad at flirting."

"Me? You're...awful. Jesus. What kind of trouble are you trying to get into in the seven eleven, though?"

"Oof i don't know. Perhaps an energy drink and something sweet. How 'bout you?"

"I think I'm gonna opt for the same."

I settled on the cherry limeade celsius and dark chocolate covered pretzels. She got the sour patch kids 'ghost energy' and a bag of jolly ranchers.

"Do you like these?" She gestures to her drink.

"I've never tried it, but sour patch kid flavor is...borderline unhinged."

"Wanna try it?" She cracks the can and hands it over to me. I reciprocate the gesture and we switch cans.

"Wow this is actually really good." She lifts her eyebrows and nods her head in approval.

"This tastes radioactive. I'm getting one every time I go to the gas station now."

We re-swap and she starts back on the road.

"Would you mind handing me a jolly rancher?"

"Yeah, of course. What's your favorite flavor?"

"Blue raspberry! How about you? You can have as many as you want, by the way."

"Cherry for sure. Blue raspberry is up there too, obviously."

I grab one of each and slip hers in between her pointer and middle fingers on the wheel.

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She opens the door for me as we step into the club. The entire place is consumed by red lighting, the walls are covered in art and it's a pretty good turnout.

"You wanna drink!?" She nods her head towards the bar

"Yeah for sure!"

She grabs my hand as we walk through the crowd. Her hand is cold and soft.

"So how do you know the band!?"

"I've known the drummer since second grade! we're still good friends!"

"Do any of your other friends from school come to the shows!?"

"Yeah, our friend group from high school comes to the shows, the ones that still live nearby, at least! They should all be here tonight though!"

"That's pretty cool!"

"What do you want to drink!?"

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She insisted on covering the tab. I got an amaretto sour and she got a lemon drop martini. We walk over to the crowd and she scans the area.

Val leans in close to my ear "They're over here."

She grabs my hand again and leads me to her friend group. She introduces me, and then tells me everyone's name. I repeat it to myself in my head until it sticks. Serena, Polly, Annie, Jolene, Belle, Bridget. Serena, Polly, Annie, Jolene, Belle, Bridget. Okay, got it. I think. The group and I exchange hellos and I catch Belle smile and raise her eyebrows at Valerie. As subtly as possible I look to Val, who blushes and slyly shakes her head.

The band comes out and the crowd 'woos' in encouragement. Jenna starts screaming, which absolutely catches me off guard. The group laughs along with the rest of the audience and the singer steps up to the mic. Val turns to me and whispers in my ear. "She's just like that, it's part of her shtick."

After a short and sweet introduction, the music starts.

I catch a glimpse of Val dancing. I can't help but smile, she looks so happy. Her black eyeliner is a little more smudged than before and her eyes glitter in the red lighting. I think this has crossed the line from a glimpse to a stare as I notice Polly in the background furrow her eyebrows and cross her arms.

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"You came on the right night, that was one of their best sets ever."

She speeds past me as we get closer to the car, opening the door for me.

#lesbian #friends to lovers #slow burn #sapphic fiction #oc story

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yangtaros · 2 years ago

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love in la (part 2)

johnny x female reader

synopsis: nct dream is on tour in la while you’re secretly dating johnny long distance.

this is a continuation of part 1. please read it first💜

“Hurry up y/n, I want to get good seats” Your friend says waiting for you at the door to the theater.

“I don’t even think it’s going to be that packed, it’s been out for a week already”

“Maybe you’re right, but you just want to walk slow”

You take your phone out of your pocket and glance at it, waiting for a call.

“Oh! It all makes sense now you’re waiting for Johnny to call you”

“You know the time difference is so… well different! This is usually our best time. Him in the morning and me at night or the other way around.”

“Fine, you lovebirds have fun, I’m not missing the beginning” Your friend went into the theater and you soon got a facetime call from Johnny.

Good Morning babe

Hi Y/n

What are your plans for today

To stare at your face

Johnny stop it

He laughs, I have dance practice today and then a photoshoot

I’m expecting unreleased for y/n only selfies from you

Will do, when are you going to ship me a package with you inside of it

You never know I might suprise you

Where are you

Movie theater with y/f/n

She was there for our love story

Yeah she was but I get to see her more than you now, you stuck out your bottom lip

We’ll see each other soon I promise

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You finished eating lunch at work with a friend and were now walking to your desk when your boss tapped you on your shoulder.

“Hi”

“Hi and here!” He handed you two backstage passes.

“Who is this for?”

“Remember that Teen Vogue article you did on NCT 127? They loved it. They said the members seemed comfortable like they were talking to a friend.”

You smiled, “wow that is so sweet”

“So now they want you doing more kpop articles, they also said they have another opportunity for you but they want to see how you do with this one first”

You were so grateful for the acknowledgement from the company.

“Okay, that’s great”

“So these passes are for NCT dream, they’re kind of NCT 127 but-”

“I know them actually!”

“Oh good, the concert is in a few days. Do your best!”

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I know I’m not going to see you or anything, but it’s nice that I can see Mark and Haechan again, and meet the others. It’ll help me miss you a bit less.

I think you’ll miss me even more, mark copies me all the time

You giggled, Is he single

Woah he doesn’t copy me that much

Johnnnn no my friend thought he was cute at the Jennifer Hudson show

Well then yes, but he’s nerdy and shy

You were very shy when you asked for my number you think i forgot?

He blushed

How you were playing with my bracelet…

I just really secretly wanted it and my plan succeeded, he held his wrist up to the camera to show the bracelet

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Y/f/n agreed to go along with you to the NCT dream concert. 70% of the reason being Mark was there.

“Do I look cute?” She asked you.

“You know let’s just say Mark likes you back are you prepared for that time difference”

“Y/n I just wanna hang out with him and whenever he comes back to the states he knows where to find me”

You laugh, “got it”

“Friends no benefits”

“I’m trusting you” You say walking to your seats. This time you were given floor seats, you were very close to the stage.

This girl next to you had a Johnny photocard in her phone case.

“I just remembered other girls look at Johnny and not just me” you whispered to your friend.

“Guess what, you’re the only girl he looks at”

You smiled, she was right.

“I like that picture of Johnny” you say to the girl.

“Thank you! I paid so much for it”

“How come?”

“It’s special edition”

“Ohh right” You thought about how you get ‘special edition’ selfies from Johnny every day.

“Is it your first time seeing them?”

“No, well kinda, my friend and I saw 127 a few months ago” Your friend waved at her.

“I love 127, if you had a good time there I’m sure you will here too”

“Thanks! Who’s your favorite?”

“Haechan”

You nodded, thinking of all the times Haechan answered your call through Johnny’s phone when he wasn’t around to pick up “good choice”

The lights went low, the show was starting, “enjoy” you said to the girl.

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Around 30 minutes into the show Haechan looked down and saw you, his face lit up. You slightly smiled and looked to the side to not cause any attention, but some people in your section had noticed.

“She didn’t even have a sign and he looked at her” You heard a girl say behind you.

“Maybe she was at a fansign”

The girl next to you glanced at you quickly before looking back at the stage.

A few minutes later Haechan put his arm around Mark and led him to your section, trying to be as discreet as possible. Mark looked at you and then your friend. Then looked up and waved at the crowd, then his eyes slowly trailed back to you two. You could tell he was trying to figure out a way to say hi but you lightly shook your head to tell him don’t bother.

The girl next to you got suspicious, “does he recognize you from somewhere?”

“Who?”

“Never mind”

Your friend whispered in your ear, “did you see that? his eyes lingered on me”

You chuckle, “i don’t think them putting us near the stage was a good idea”

“I don’t think teen vogue knows your Johnnys girlfriend y/n” she whispers back

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At the end of the show you turn to the girl next to you, “did you love it?”

“Yes! They’re so talented”

“They are! Hey… if you could ask Haechan any question at all what would it be?”

“Um… what genre does he see himself doing as a solo artist?”

“That’s a great question”

She smiled, “well get home safe”

“You too!” You enjoyed meeting her, and you could tell she supported the boys, you wanted to give her a nice gift and get her question answered.

Once you and y/f/n gathered your things you went to the backstage area with your passes, “okay you have to be a good wing woman and somehow get them to hang out tonight”

“i’ll try but they might be tired”

While waiting to be led into the room, you saw Mark and Haechan come around the corner, “we found you guys finally!” Mark says, hugging you and then y/f/n.

“It’s nice to see you again” she says to him

“You too” he chuckles.

“Haechan you almost blew my cover” you say to him while hugging him.

Mark quickly translates what you said and Haechan laughs.

“Can we start the interview now?”

“Yeah follow us” You start to walk behind them and notice your friend stays by the backstage entrance.

“You coming?” Mark asks her

“I’m not usually allowed in the interviews”

You nodded, she was right.

“It’s okay, we won’t tell anyone” Mark walks up to her and places his hand on her shoulder.

She giggles and starts to walk, you lightly laugh to yourself. I have to tell johnny this

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“Haechan your distinct singing voice is a staple in the nct sound. Do you plan on doing any solo albums?”

After it’s translated, Haechan gets shy.

“Thank you Y/n. I really do want to do one I’m not sure when yet.”

“Great, do you know which genre?”

“I love rnb, but I would really like to do Gospel as well”

“Wow Haechan that’s great, I’m looking forward to it”

You turn to Mark, “and last but not least we have the leader. Mark, you have lived in three different countries and experienced so much at a young age. How has living in Toronto, New York, Vancouver, and Seoul influenced you?”

“Wow. Good question”

As he answered you glanced at your friend taking in every word.

You asked a few more group questions and you were finished.

“Thanks guys! You must be tired”

“I’m actually not.” Mark replies, then glances at your friend.

“I’m hungry” Chenle says.

“There’s a great sushi spot by here actually!”

They all agreed when they heard the word sushi, you pat yourself on the back for being a good wing woman.

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It was really late and the sushi spot was almost empty, so you all decided to eat there. While watching Mark and your friend talk quietly while sitting next to each other, you started to miss Johnny.

This would be around the time you call him anyway, “ I’m calling Johnny” you say to the table.

Haechan gestures for you to give him your phone before Johnny picks up.

Hi babe how was it- Haechan?

Everyone at the table laughed

Johnnyy Hiiiiii he says

Hi but I see you everyday show me y/n

Rude Haechan hands the phone back to you

Hello love how’d you sleep

You were in my dream

How cute

Are these boys causing you any trouble?

Well… you angle the camera to show your friend and mark in their own world

Johnny gasped, it’s happening

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“Big news” your boss says to you, “check your email”

It’s been three days since the concert, and you turned in your interview to teen vogue yesterday.

You went to your email and clicked your most recent message.

“Read it out loud”

You laughed, “okay”

“After consideration, Teen Vogue would like to personally invite you to be one of the main Journalists in our kpop division. In this job you will frequent kpop concerts and conventions, interview established and up coming artists, as well as keep an eye on any kpop breakthroughs.” You pause for a second, you still considered yourself fresh in journalism and were already getting such great opportunities.

“You will be relocated to” wait what? “You will be relocated to Seoul for 6 months, and after that we will reassess before renewing your contract. If this offer sounds like something you’re interested in please let us know.”

You slowly look at your boss.

“I told you it was big news”

“Yeah that’s, that’s huge news. A job like this isn’t even close to the income that i’m making now, I could finally start taking care of my parents, but Seoul.. that’s a big decision.”

“Well while you make the decision just stay low so there’s no reason for them to take it back”

“What do you mean?”

“Please tell me you aren’t doing anything with the NCT boys or anything”

You laughed really loud, “what? what do you mean”

“It’s happened before” he shrugged

“Who and with who?”

he came close to your ear, “remember when sandra worked here”

You nodded

“2017. harry styles”

You gasped

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You sat on your couch, you debated telling Johnny about the job offer. Of course you wanted to see him everyday but it was a big decision. You don’t even know Korean.

You got a text from an old college friend

Hey y/n… is this you?

You raised an eyebrow and clicked on the link she sent, not thinking much of it.

“No way…” It was a tweet with 20 thousand likes.

i’m not familiar with nct but isn’t this them?

attached was a picture of you and your friend with the boys in the sushi restaurant.

“No way”

You read a comment, isn’t that the same girl haechan kept looking at in the concert

someone replied with a video of the exact instance, it is! is that his girlfriend i’m so confused

“No way”

part 3 next

taglist (comment to be on it) @amessofthings @amazinggraxia

#nct #nct x reader #nct drabbles #kpop #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct 127 imagines #johnny suh x female reader #johnny suh imagines #johnny imagines #nct johnny #nct x female reader #johnny suh #mark lee #nct 127

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miyamorana · 10 months ago

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Miya’s 2023 Fanfic Recs Part 2

Here are all the cool, complete fics I’ve read this year. Separated into 5 posts because there’s nearly a hundred of them.

PART 2: OTHER ANIMES AND CARTOONS (20)

Avatar the Last Airbender (1)

Fullmetal Alchemist (1)

Haikyuu!! (13)

Jujutsu Kaisen (2)

Sk8 the Infinity (1)

Voltron: Legendary Defender (2)

Part 1: Boku no Hero Academia (33) Part 3: Television (16) Part 4: Video Games, Movies and Books (16) Part 5: Crossovers (11)

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Title: hey, isn’t this easy Author: WitchofEndor Pairing: Sokka/Zuko, Aang/Katara Rating: Teen Word Count: 20,649 Summary: Zuko doesn’t have time to deal with pressure for an arranged marriage, especially since he isn’t even sure he likes women that way. (A realisation that has absolutely nothing to do with Ambassador Sokka - shut up, Suki.) Katara and Aang have broken up again, and the Northern Water Tribe are pushing for a match between the North and South. Which leads Zuko and Katara to develop a genius, foolproof, only slightly drunken plan: they can pretend to date for the length of Katara’s stay in the palace, giving them both a brief reprieve from political pressures on their love lives. What could go wrong?

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Title: Serenade Author: akaparalian Pairing: Edward Elric/Roy Mustang Rating: General Word Count: 3,271 Summary: There’s no hurry to return to reality tonight, Roy thinks, laying his cheek against Ed’s head. For now, it feels just right to stay like this — the two of them, alone together, with a promise of forever ringing in both of their heads.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title:Strings Attached Author: pancakewars Pairing: Semi Eita/Tendou Satori Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,128 Summary: Tendou doesn’t know whether Eita considers them friends after he accidentally spikes a ball at Eita’s face, but their arrangement sure as hell has benefits.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: no matter what they tell you Author: Slumber Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Teen Word Count: 9,817 Summary: “But how do you know when it’s real or not?” Atsumu presses Hinata, frowning. “What if you’re not in love, what if you’re just infatuated?” “Hah!” Osamu says from the kitchen. “Like that’s ever stopped you from accepting someone’s confession when they’re the only ones who’ve rung your Love Alarm!” “You don’t know if feelings can develop from that!” Atsumu argues, turning to the rest of the table to see if anyone would back him up on this. “Love’s about chances, right?” In a world where an app that can tell you when someone loves you, all Atsumu wants is to be told he’s in love with someone who loves him back.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: eventually you’ll see Author: Slumber Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Teen (Part 2 is Explicit) Word Count: 3,251 Series: Part 1 of atsuhina age swap au (Words: 23,415 - Works: 2) Summary: There is no way out of this. Atsumu’s in line for a postgame meet-and-greet like one of those idol fans, only it’s for volleyball players so is that worse? better?, clutching a HINATA 21 jersey so it could get signed. He’d hesitated, ya know? Thought maybe, oh, what if he’d picked Iizuna’s jersey instead, he’s on the team and actually a setter, even, wouldn’t that have made more sense? In which high schooler Atsumu develops a crush on pro volleyball player Hinata.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: glitter & gold Author: comehomenezumi Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: General Word Count: 10,331 Summary: What I saw on the stage that night was something no one else could see. You know what that means, right? Your color is gold, Atsumu-san. Even the fates think of you as their star. Miya Atsumu is a rising star among idols—at least, that’s what Natsu told Shoyo as she begged him to take her to his concert when her friend bailed. As Shoyo gazes upon the stage that night, eyes drawn to the glimmering golden trail Atsumu leaves behind with each step he takes, Shoyo comes to realize that his soulmate and Miya Atsumu are one and the same.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Sleeping Together (in the euphemistic sense) Author: Esselle Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/Ushijima Wakatoshi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5,341 Summary: “Kageyama Tobio,” Wakatoshi said. In the seat across from him, his setter looked up from where he’d been glaring at the menu. “I should inform you—I invited you to dinner in order to seduce you.” “Oh,” Kageyama said. He folded the menu to give Wakatoshi his full attention. It reminded Wakatoshi of the moments just before he decided who to toss to during a game. “Thank you for telling me.” – No one is more surprised than Ushijima and Kageyama to realize that they are, in fact, dating.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Better Late Than Never Author: Esselle Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio/Sugawara Koushi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8,054 Series: Part 1 of Better Late Than Never (Words: 22,620 - Works: 5) Summary: ’ “Excuse me,” Shouyou says, sounding frustrated. “When exactly did Kageyama get all sexy?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Tobio demands. “You used to be all weird and awkward and now you’re like all—guh and unnngh and stuff!” “I have never made either of those sounds in my life,” Tobio deadpans. “Yes, you have,” Koushi says. Tobio scowls. ’ – Four years after Koushi graduates, two years after he and Tobio started putting together the puzzle that is their relationship, the last piece finally falls into place.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: First, Last Author: boomturkey Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8,199 Summary: Atsumu and Sakusa find out that Hinata has been telling little white lies about how experienced he is. They are determined to find something they can finally be first at when it comes to Hinata.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: A Time Like Eternity Starts To Move Author: hgowff Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Mature Word Count: 14,432 Summary: With the death of their parents, Shouyou gave up his future career to focus on looking after Natsu. Years later, Onigiri Miya Sendai is opening up and Niiyama Girls Volleyball Club has a pair of new coaches, one being a burned out V League pro trying to find his love of volleyball once more.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: when you smile Author: Slumber Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,443 Summary:

“Beach volleyball?” Atsumu echoes, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah,” another guy says, nodding toward the first guy who spoke. “You can pair up with Hinata over here. You don’t need to know how to play—he needs the training, anyway.”

In a world where Inarizaki never faced Karasuno at the Interhigh, Atsumu and Hinata run into each other at a beach in Okinawa, and a summer fling ensues.

Fandom: Haikyuu!!Title: Beach House Author: spideywhiteys Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7669 Summary: Atsumu falls in love with Shouyou the same way he falls in love with volleyball. Immediately, suddenly, and obsessively. It just takes him a lot longer to accept, especially in a world where loving a man could end his career.

So he loves in secret, in the remote quiet of his head and over the long distance separating him and Hinata Shouyou, a man who probably doesn’t think of Atsumu at all. He dreams of a future he’s not sure he can ever have.

Or: Atsumu pines for five years.

Fandom: Haikyuu!!Title: royal regalia Author: celestialshellfish Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,939 Summary: Oikawa cannot believe this shit.

Okay, okay. Actually, he can. Because Kageyama Tobio is the exact type of clueless jock to show up to a wedding in an Adidas tracksuit.

Fandom: Haikyuu!!Title: Atsumu’s Courtship for Dummies Author: spideywhiteys Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,604 Summary: Secret Prince Atsumu has been running from responsibility for a while now. Since leaving Inarizaki, he’s grown as a person—as a Prince. But before he can admit to himself that he’s ready to return, he needs to admit his feelings to someone who matters a little more.

Fandom: Haikyuu!!Title: i’ll promise you a moment Author: spideywhiteys Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 2929 Summary: Soulmates are….weird, Shouyou thinks. It’s not really like in the movies at all.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: My Cute Student Needs Help... And I'm A Hands-On Teacher! Author: benicemurphy Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Gojo Satoru Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5,089 Summary: Three times Gojo tries to teach Megumi a lesson, and one time Megumi nails it on the first try.

Fandom: Jujutsu KaisenTitle: when heaven’s a mindset away Author: bitadori (mochirou) Pairing: Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3445 Summary: Itadori wakes up in Sukuna’s domain after passing out from fever. But the curse is nowhere to be found, leaving the entire room unnervingly silent. So where the hell is he?

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity Title: Serious Author: benicemurphy Pairing: Hasegawa Langa/Shindo Ainosuke Rating: Teen Word Count: 3,007 Summary: Nanako comes home early from a trip and is very surprised by what she finds there.

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Title: Observations in Xenobotany Author: akaparalian Pairing: Keith/Shiro Rating: Teen Word Count: 8,333 Summary: Shiro and Keith take an impromptu vacation mission to a lush planet with a reputation for hospitality, and over a decade of mutual pining finally comes to a head.

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Title: In the Stolen Silence of Sunset Author:breakaway71 Pairings: Keith/Lance, Acxa/Veronica Rating: General Word Count: 634 Summary: A moment shared with a friend, years after the war.

#fanfiction #fanfic recs #atla #avatar the last airbender #fma #fullmetal alchemist #haikyuu #hq #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld

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staliamazing · 9 months ago

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tag game TEHEH

name: sarah !!!! c'est moi

age: twenty, to be twenty-one soon-ish. i am planning a party. will i go through with it? who's to say.

star sign: taurus sun, capricorn rising, gemini moon. i have beef with geminis so the last one deeply upsets me.

first language: english

second language: je parle français !!

i was near fluent and have my B2 but don't practice anymore. i am considering getting back into it because i feel i need more hobbies and highly regret throwing out all my textbooks and notes. (that's a whole other story i LOVED school and threw out all my damn notes and stuff?!?!? sarah you dumb dumb)

favorite lip product: that lush lip scrub! i've lost my peppermint tub but anticipate it turning up when i least expect it. my lips always has excess skin peeling off for some reason so its great to feel exfoliated!

the best food dish you can make without a recipe? um. pizza bread! pizza, pizza sauce, cheese. eat up friends!

if you drink tea, what kind? none, get away from me. SOMETIMES lipton peach iced tea but only if im at mad mex.

if you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? see last answer. i get the jitters.

favorite thing to watch on youtube right now: THE BALD AND THE BEAUTIFUL. i;ve been watching upwards of two episodes every night in bed.

favorite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: for sure mormon family vloggers. pick a channel i probably watched them. i have no fucking clue why!

favorite item of clothing right now: new graphic tee! the alice oseman x everpress collab with this gorg patchwork design and all little queer and trans doodles over it! the proceeds went to LGBTQIA+ refugees <3 i fucking love graphic tees holy shit

favorite item of clothing in 2012: some form of graphic leggings im certain.

fandom -

three movies you recommend: the half of it on netflix - watched recently and was confused but pleasantly surprised

your favorite concert: either one i went to with my gf! they were both great experiences even though i was shitting myself before both because i have a lot of sound and crowd sensitiivities ( # actually autistic). i loved being in the pit for ATL despite not knowing any songs and i like how you can feel the music inside you.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? no i've actually followed someone because i love getting mad <3 over time i have grown to really respect them and where their views come from which im proud of because i can be a bit close-minded.

the best tv show you watched last year: i watch a lot of shows! recently though i watched euphoria and understood the hype. couldn't rewatch though. it felt like a disservice to the shock factor i feel like the show really feeds off.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? don't pay much attention to fancasts!

a ship you’ve abandoned: im so sorry amy and rory from doctor who... i legit met them too. it just doesnt hit the same and im glad they divorced. amy was too swept up in the doctor and rory is a damn sweetheart who honestly deserves better. ALSO maya and lucas from girl meets world - bit random honestly why did they do that. lucas and riley from day one. maya and zay!

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? 7? depends on who to! anyone on here sure. not real people they'd be like "what do you mean you like fics where that little thug man wears short skirts" they just wouldnt UNDERSTAND

what fandom do you wish was bigger? tori spring fandom! maybe it is and i just dont know but.

do you have a fandom tattoo? yah, the fandom of my high school english teacher! most of my tats are literary inspired and specifically books i read in school for the curriculum.

my others are - phoebe bridgers related

gf related (she tattooed me) (fave fandom) (she's the best)

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? definitely i just can't remember which lmao im sorry

have you…

swam in an ocean? yep! swam is a strong word though. i've been in and bobbed up and down! i usually run from the tide.

been vegan/vegetarian? both! at different times. it was very much part of my friend and family culture growing up.

gone skinny dipping? yes, in my exs best friends dads girlfriends dead uncles pool :) honestly 10/10 swimming with clothes on is so random? i think its so beautiful how people look under the blue wavy water of the pool.

gone skiing? no i am scared of the snow since learning about crevasses in year 4 and almost falling off a ski lift at a very young age. i do love the cold and the ski lodge episode of gmw though.

thanks for the tag @iansw0rld, these are fun :)

#tag game

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beatrixcandy · 2 years ago

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hamefura fanfic ideas

I'd like to write these someday, but I don't know for sure that I will. People liked my tpn fanfic ideas so I'm posting these too because why not. Please @ me if you make anything based on these! These are all based primarily on the anime, and much more based on the world set up by season 1 than any of the kidnapping arcs.

Give Me Your Answer, Do - Eventual Katarina/Everyone. Everyone develops Hanahaki for Katarina. Hanahaki is not a known phenomenon in Sorcier, so nobody knows what's happening except for Katarina, who read a doujin about Hanahaki in her past life. She decides she must help her friends come to terms with and confess their feelings to whoever it is they love. Hilarity, interspersed with angst, ensues. (I have very specific ideas in mind for what types of flowers all the feelings manifest as.)

My Next Life as... Five Villainesses? - Gen (With minor one-sided Everyone/Katarina, of course). This one was inspired by an idea someone else posted on AO3, but I can't find it now. Anyway, Katarina accidentally double-books an afternoon; she promised to go to Alan's concert at the same time that she would be Maria's assistant in a baking competition. She wishes for a way to be in multiple places at once, and seems to find a spell that can do just that in a book, but when she casts the spell she is instead split into the five Mini-Katarinas brought from her mind to real life! They all are in different places and run into their other friends. Hilarity, interspersed with angst, ensues. (noticing a pattern?) Specifically, Timidrina meets Keith, who becomes fiercely protective of this shy version of his big sister. Happyrina meets Geordo and gives him a bit of a wake-up call about just how chaotic it would be to have a kid with Katarina (not that it discourages him). The other match-ups are much less defined in my mind tbh.

Rose in a Fisted Glove - Geordo/Keith, possibly Maria/Katarina on the side. Geordo gets the bright idea to pretend to date someone to make Katarina jealous, but none of the girls want to help him with this plan. (Maria because tricking Katarina like that would be immoral. Mary because the idea of pretending to date Geordo is too repulsive to go through with. Sophia because she is genre savvy enough to recognize the fake dating trope when she sees it.) Mostly on a lark, he asks Keith, who accepts in hope that it will backfire and instead make Katarina jealous that he's dating somebody. Naturally, Katarina is nothing but supportive when they tell her, and especially thanks Keith for trusting her with this information. Once it's clear the plan is a bust, Geordo wants to just admit to Katarina that it was a ruse, but Keith feels bad for lying and convinces him to keep it up for a month before staging a breakup so Katarina will think the relationship was real. Hilarity, angst, you get it.

Be More Noble - Gen or maybe Sophia/Katarina. Inspired by the musical version of Be More Chill but not dependent on familiarity with it. Katarina commits an especially egregious social faux pas, and Millidiana is at her wit's end. She hears tell of a sorcerer with a potion called "Squip" that has supposedly fixed behavior problems in noble children. She sneaks it into Katarina's tea. The Squip, (which manifests as a person only Katarina can see), quickly realizes that appealing to Katarina's non-existent social insecurities will not change her behavior, and instead transforms into A-chan, and tells her that she is in fact in a Katarina-centric DLC to Fortune Lover where there are all new doom flags that she must avoid to keep herself and her friends happy, and those doom flags happen to coincide with social faux pas, such as tree-climbing, eating sweets, farming, and otherwise being Katarina-like. The squip falls in love with Katarina, naturally, but this manifests as it becoming protective of her and wanting her to become noble beyond reproach. Her friends quickly become concerned. This one is actually more angst interspersed with hilarity than the other way around.

No Title Yet! - Sophia/Katarina. What if Sophia was the one who remembered her past life instead of Katarina? As a more genre-savvy protagonist, she becomes a master of Sorcier's magic system. She eventually tells Nicol the truth because he can read her well enough to know something's different about her. She becomes the center of the world for the original "harem" who become fiercely protective of and inspired by her, though not romantically interested (except for the tsundere semi-OG!Katarina). She also fixes a lot of their game canon problems, but she does so deliberately, and in much less drastic ways. (i.e., Katarina and Keith become friendly rivals instead of abusive, Katarina and Geordo come to an understanding that their engagement is in name only, etc.)

#hamefura #bakarina #my next life as a villianess all routes lead to doom #my next life as a villainess #not content

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mollyhale · 1 year ago

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tagged by @bl33ditout ! thanks for tagging me!!

1. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as?

2002 avril lavigne!

2. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling?

okay so like it depends where im getting the burger or if it’s being made at home. but in general the toppings i get are cheese always, bacon, and fried or caramelized onions. i dont really like lettuce or tomatoes on my burger :/

and definitely charcoal grilling! i used to help my uncle grill when i was little so i have fond memories of it and the taste being better overall

3. You are chosen to have lunch with the President. The condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask?

was it your childhood dream to be the president

4. It’s your first day of vacation, what are you doing?

depends where im on vacation! usually hit up an art gallery or go swimming, those are my two priorities always

5. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies?

popcorn is a MUST point blank. sometimes i’ll steal m&m’s or twizzlers (strawberry only) from my friends but i need my popcorn

6. Which do you dislike most: pop-up ads or spam email?

pop-up ads because at least i can filter spam email

7. What do you think Captain Hook’s name was before he had a hook for a hand?

o captain my captain

8. Rock, paper, or scissors?

rock :)

9. How long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding?

see: FOR TWENTY-YEAR-OLDS WHO HAVE NEVER BEEN LOVED

10. Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet?

mmmmmm probably too loud? because i feel like i could get a convo going if it was too quiet but there’s nothing to do about the loudness except leave (minus concerts ofc that’s a necessary loudness)

11. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person?

loyalty and honesty. i’ve dealt with too many two-faced people im just tired

12. At the good old general store, what particular kind of candy would you expect to be in the big jar at the counter?

gumballs! or small individually wrapped candy canes

13. What is the most distinguishing landmark in your city?

imma keep it 100 when i first read this i thought it said disgusting and i was like ????? but tbh im not sure in either regard lol

14. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other?

math, science, politics but only kind of... pretty much if it’s some asshole pushing some crazy fox news agenda but like i’ll watch the news and read it that’s not an issue i just can’t put up with listening to someone spout propaganda like that

15. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test?

once

16. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose?

gummy bears or oreo crumbles i think

17. What food item would need to be removed from the market altogether in order for you to live a healthier, longer life?

well considering i drink coke like it’s water probably that (but i’d sooner die), and probably just carbs in general - pasta, bread, etc

18. You are offered an envelope that you know contains $50. You are then told that you may either keep it or exchange it for another envelope that may contain $500 or may be empty. Do you keep the first envelope, or do you take your chances with the second?

as much as i am a gambler, i’d just take the fifty bc i could just go buy a box of pokemon cards and risk it all that way lol

19. If you had to choose, which would you give up: TV, or internet?

well that depends if streaming is considered tv or internet... so give up whichever doesnt include streaming i guess

20. Who is your dream girl or boy from movies/tv?

hmm my biggest tv crush was on gary oak from pokemon when i was a kid (or his VG counterpart blue) with dick grayson as a close second - but real actual human dream boy? maybe shawn hunter from boy meets world? *** AMMENDEMENT!!!! chuck bass how could i FORGET!!!!!!

21. Have you ever met a celebrity?

yes! mostly from buying m&g tickets to concerts but: sabrina carpenter, madison beer, maggie lindemann, al stewart, i met youtuber marriland at a prerelease tournament once which was wild ... i think that’s it?

22. What kind of lunch box did you have as a kid?

my school served us lunch family style so i didn’t need one

tagging: @flippinfins @mickeysjones @seancamerons @borntobewondering @jessyourstruly @glasstown-resident @slickmascara @caw4brandon and whomever else wants to !!!

#tag game #thanks for tagging <3 #another one lmao

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marmorafarms · 2 years ago

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Gridball Jerseys and Cigarettes, Chapter 2

Hey guys, and welcome to the second chapter of my Sebastian x Alex fic! So glad you're here reading it! The chapter list is below, so you can read from the beginning if you're just joining!

Ch. 1

Summary: Alex has had a crush on Sebastian ever since they were kids. Their friendship fell apart, but Alex is determined to fix it. Will their relationship work? Or is it doomed to fail due to Alex's Grandfather's strict views?

Word count: 2,423 words

Warnings: cigarette use, alcohol consumption

Chapter Rating: T for Teen

"What are those?" Alex asked, as his blue-haired friend skidded to a halt in front of him. She had quite literally run over to him with what looked like pieces of paper in her hand. He tossed his gridball in the air a few times while he waited for a reply.

"Tickets!" Emily said with a toothy grin. "To see Goblin Destroyer!"

"Who?" Alex asked, face scrunching in concentration. "Oh! Sebastian's band!"

Emily rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you forgot their name," she said and thrust one of the tickets at him. Alex took it and stared.

"We've never had to have tickets before," he said, looking at Emily quizzically. Goblin Destroyer had played plenty of times down on the beach. Gus would serve drinks, and everyone would gather around and listen to them play. It was always a guaranteed good time.

"That's because they only played in Pelican Town. But this time, they landed a gig in Zuzu City!" Emily clapped her hands in excitement.

"In Zuzu City?" Alex gasped, eyes wide. "That's a big deal!"

"Sure is!" Emily said. "So you're going, right? I bought that ticket for you."

Alex bit his lip. It would be great to see Sebastian play. They hadn't crossed paths since the smoke blowing incident (Emily said it was called "shotgunning") and Alex was having a difficult time trying to figure out how to casually meet up with him.

Maybe they could meet up after the concert. He could compliment Sebastian on his playing. That could lead to an actual conversation, right?

"I dunno…I'll have to ask my grandparents…" Alex said nervously.

"It was $90," Emily said, "Per ticket. Non-refundable."

"Oh hey, grandma? Grandpa?" Alex said, putting his hand to his ear like a phone. "You're suddenly okay with me going to the city late at night with no supervision? Amazing! Can't believe it! Good news Emily," he said, putting his hand down, "I can go."

Emily clapped her hands together excitedly. "This is gonna be so much fun! And don't worry about your grandparents, okay? Haley and I came up with a special plan."

Alex frowned. These two sisters were downright dangerous when they put their heads together to come up with a plan. Mischief wasn't something Haley was usually up for, but when Emily planted an idea in her head, things could get intense.

"It's nothing bad!" Emily said quickly.

"That's what you said when you allowed Léo to modify the Mayor's boxers with your sewing machine!"

"Lucky purple shorts," Emily amended. "And they turned out lovely. That gold trim made them look so fancy!"

"Yeah, but Mayor Lewis was furious!" Alex retorted.

"Well, I'm sure he'll get over it when he has a special guest over who gets to admire them," Emily said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"I hate that you just made me think of the Mayor doing the do with��"

"Did you really just say "doing the do" instead of saying sex?" Emily said with a snort. "Are you twelve?"

"Look, we're way off track!" Alex said, flustered. "Whatever plan you and Haley have cooked up is probably crazy!"

"It isn't though!" Emily insisted. "Haley told you about our parents deciding to ditch us again for Winter Star, right?"

"If by "tell me" you mean slamming my bedroom door open, flopping onto my bed, and screaming into my pillow without stopping for a full 60 seconds…then yes, she told me," Alex said. It had been a very strange experience, but Alex had done his best to comfort her.

"Yeah, she was pretty pissed when they backed out and decided not to come to Pelican Town. So they sent us some "Sorry we're shit parents" gifts. I got a serger, and Haley got a vintage Polaroid camera!" Emily said. Alex waited patiently for her to continue. He wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"So we thought that you could tell your grandparents that you want to get Haley a super special gift for Winter Star! We'll just say it took a while to find the perfect gift. And when they ask to see what you got…you'll show them the Polaroid camera! Nobody in town knows she has it yet!" Emily looked rather pleased with herself, and honestly, Alex thought the plan was a pretty good one.

"Alright," Alex said. "That should work."

“It will work,” Emily said firmly. “Just…make sure to keep the fact that you’re going to the concert on the down low, yeah?”

“Right,” Alex said with a nod. He wouldn’t want someone to accidentally let slip that he was going to a concert. His grandparents meant well, but they were a bit overprotective. Scratch that, very overprotective. He was 23 years old, and they still treated him like he was 16. It was infuriating. Going to the city shouldn’t be an issue. And while they technically couldn’t stop him from going out, his grandfather had locked him out of the house one night when he stayed at the spa until 10 pm.

The day before the concert arrived, and Haley had insisted that instead of meeting by the bus stop, he should meet at her and Emily's house.

"I need to approve your outfit," she had said, looking dead serious. "I can't have you embarrassing Pelican Town by wearing something ridiculous."

So Alex found himself walking into their home, door unlocked as always when Haley knew Alex would be coming over.

"I'm here!" Alex called out.

"Alex!" Haley said happily, emerging from her bedroom. She stopped short and stared at him.

"What?" Alex said nervously.

"What in gay hell," Haley murmured, eyes flicking over him from top to bottom. "You can't wear that."

"What's wrong with my outfit?" Alex asked defensively.

"You absolutely cannot wear a gridball jersey and loose fitting jeans to a rock concert!" Haley said, exasperated. "Emily! Get over here right now!"

Emily walked out of the bathroom and Alex gulped. Okay, maybe he wasn't dressed appropriately. Emily was wearing a tight black tanktop with the words "Hell's Belles" on it. Her tight black jeans had a studded belt through the loops, and her Doc Martens looked fantastic.

"Oh fuck no," Emily said, and Alex crossed his arms, letting out a huff of annoyance.

"I can't change now!" Alex said. "I'll have to just go in this."

"Nope, no, no you won't," Emily said. "Let me grab you something."

Alex laughed. "You're a twig!" he said. "How the hell will I fit into your clothes?"

Emily ignored him, and brought out a pair of skinny jeans that definitely weren't hers, a white shirt, and a leather jacket.

"The jacket and jeans are left over from a fitting I did with Shane," she said. "Though he ended up in something uh…well anyway. The shirt is mine. It's like a dress on me, but it should fit you."

It was tight. No matter how baggy Emily had claimed it was, it left nothing to the imagination when it came to his chest and abs.

"These jeans," he grumbled, coming out of the bathroom, "have almost no space in the crotch! I hate them!"

"Suck it up, you look great!" Haley said.

"Yes, that's more like it," Emily said approvingly. "Now let's go!"

They raced to the bus stop quickly, hoping that nobody would catch sight of them and rat Alex out. They made it without incident, exhaling in relief when they saw Pam wasn't driving the bus tonight. She wasn't one to tell on anyone, but still. She sometimes had loose lips when she got drunk at the Saloon.

Alex bought the bus tickets, determined to pay for everything. Emily had spent quite a lot of cash on the concert tickets after all. He had tried to pay her back for them, but she refused, saying that if he bought her drinks and food at the concert, she’d consider it repaid.

“Are you sure I look okay?” Alex had said, glancing at Emily as they sat down.

“Have you seen the looks you’re getting?” Emily said with a grin. “Everyone on this bus is checking you out. You look fantastic!”

Alex nodded. He had noticed people looking at him, but was still concerned. He was planning on trying to meet with Sebastian backstage, and he was worried he looked ridiculous.

“Well…okay,” Alex said. The bus ride was a long one, and Alex was relieved when he finally got to get off the bus. He stretched, and then he and Emily made their way to the venue.

They were playing in a large park-like area. Apparently, it was a large space owned by the brewery nearby. This brewery would be providing the food and drink for the concert, and Emily was thrilled at the idea that the beer wouldn’t taste terrible.

“It always tastes like someone pissed in my drink,” she said.

“Maybe they did,” Alex teased, and Emily made a face.

The beer was excellent, and they even managed to score some decent snacks before finding a spot to sit. They had come early enough to where they’d be able to sit nearby the stage. Alex wondered if Sebastian would see him from the stage, but guessed that his friend wouldn’t actually be looking into the audience.

When the opening act came on stage, Emily’s shirt suddenly made a lot more sense. The band was an AC/DC cover band that was made up of all women. They were called “Hells Belles” and apparently Emily was a huge fan.

“They’re amazing, you’ll see!” she said in excitement.

Emily was right, they were amazing. They played each song perfectly, and somehow managed to make them sound better than the originals! Alex clapped and whooped after they finished, and was slightly disappointed to see them go. But those feelings immediately evaporated when Goblin Destroyer came on stage.

Emily giggled at the look on Alex’s face when Sebastian walked out. There was no other way to say it, he looked sexy.

Sebastian was known for his baggy hoodies, but right now? He was wearing practically the opposite, if that was a thing. His shirt was ripped and tight, showing off his well defined arms and…collar bone piercings? Alex didn’t even know that was a thing, but he was so glad it was.

He gulped as he spotted hip piercings, shown off by his low slung skinny jeans. Since when did Sebastian have all these piercings? He knew about the lip, ears, and eyebrow piercings, but the rest? Alex swallowed thickly. Sebastian typically didn’t put his lip and eyebrow jewelry in, but he was wearing it tonight. God, Alex wished he wore them every day. He looked amazing.

“Put your eyes back into your head, you completely missed everything Sam just said!” Emily hissed.

“Oh,” Alex said sheepishly, realizing that she was right. He hadn’t even registered that Sam was speaking at all.

When they began to play, a wide grin split Alex’s face in two. He knew he enjoyed their music, but it was much tamer in Pelican town. But the songs they were playing now were far more intense. The music was louder, and they played like they meant it, none of them worried about how they would be perceived.

And the lyrics were very different. Swear words and sexual innuendos were in practically every song. Jas and Vincent often attended the Pelican Town concerts, so they never played songs like this. Alex was loving it, and really getting into the music. Emily was as well, and they both found themselves dancing and shouting.

Alex noticed Emily dancing with a few people, but he wasn’t sure how to feel when he was approached. Usually, he would be all for it, but he felt weird, dancing with someone when he was here to see the guy he was interested in playing.

Intermission finally came, and Alex found himself being forcefully dragged to the stage by Emily. He let himself be pulled, but was confused by what she was doing. She had given no explanation, simply grabbing his wrist and running.

“ABIGAIL!” Emily screamed out as the band was making their way offstage. Abigail was the drummer, and stopped when she heard her name. She looked very surprised at someone knowing her by name, and looked into the audience. Surprise was written all over her face when she saw Emily and Alex standing there.

“Holy shit!” Abigail said, looking very happy. “Come over here! Sam and Seb will definitely want to see you guys! Hell, I’m excited to see you guys!”

Alex didn’t think twice about following the two chattering girls backstage, but was suddenly overcome with a wave of fear when he realized exactly what was about to go down. He was about to see his crush, who looked sexy as hell, and was supposed to act natural? Alex didn’t even manage to act natural with his first attempt at conversation with Sebastian, how was he supposed to do so now?

“Hey guys!” Abigail shouted out, “Look who’s here!”

Sam and Sebastian looked over from where they were standing. Since the backstage area was outside, Sebastian had a cigarette, and had just taken a long drag from it before looking over. His eyebrows shot up, looking just as surprised as Abigail had.

Sebastian looked even better close up, and Alex found himself unable to take his eyes off of the man before him. Words died in his throat as Emily began to speak to them. How long was too long to look at someone for? Alex forgot.

“Nice to see you Alex,” Sebastian said in his raspy voice. He gave Alex a small smile, before looking at Emily. “You too, Em,” he said. “Can’t believe you guys are here.”

“You guys should totally have some drinks with us after the show!” Sam said excitedly. “We were just going to celebrate our first totally legit gig with some tequila shots, but just with us three. It’ll be way more fun if you guys join in!”

Emily expressed her interest straight away, but Alex was more hesitant. His eyes flicked to Sebastian, who was looking at him. It was hard to tell what the expression was on his face. That man was hard to read.

“You’re gonna join us, right?” Sebastian finally said.

“Of course!” Alex said, caving. How could he say no to such a pretty face?

Sebastian smiled once more, and Alex practically melted. Okay, he had to go now. And he found himself pretty excited about it.

#stardew valley #stardew valley sebastian #stardew #stardew valley sebastian x alex #stardew valley alex #sdv #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #stardew fanfic #sdv fanfic #my writing #gjac

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msperfectsheep-posts · 6 months ago

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Yamato Orikasa

Part 11 of Universe 1 of my Swap AU. Please read that post before progressing!

Yamato Orikasa and old Re:vale - Yamato had no interest in anything. No promise, no skills to lead into a future career, no hopes or dreams. His parents never expected much from him because they were hardly around enough to know he even existed. His friends were more passing acquaintances, and the girls always teased him for being unattractive due to his sanpaku eyes and ugly pair of glasses. He didn't really want to do anything either aside from play video games, watch TV, and eat delicious snacks. He was adrift, directionless, and thought to himself that no matter where he would end up, he would lead a boring, lackluster life.

With all this apathy came a lot of free time, and Yamato eventually found himself falling into the world of picking apart direction and production. What made a good movie good? What elevated a concert from a recorded track? What made that sort of thing feel better when the script was the same and the concert music was not even autotuned? It wasn't an intense fascination (nothing that caught his eyes were), but he leaned into it and started picking things apart for fun. What if the dancing in this video didn't align with the music at all? What if it did? What if there was a whole group of backup dancers instead of just two?

The school festival at his high school came up, and, on a whim, Yamato agreed to help a friend (acquaintance) direct a concert one of the classes was putting on. It was just a low-stakes experiment, but in that time of directing, working with the students in dance to find the right choreography, mixing and matching the meager lights they could steal from the theater department, and bringing the show to the fullest potential he could, Yamato found that, for once in his life, he had an active interest in what he was doing. He wanted to keep doing it more, and a lot. He may not be good at it, but the process of directing and producing scratched his brain in a way that nothing else could come close.

A video of the performance was taken by one of the students and made its way all the way to Banri Ogami of a neighboring high school. A budding musician and song-writer, Banri saw what Yamato had done to the music he'd only heard as a raw, fairly lack-luster track a month before—turning it into a show that had people in the crowd screaming and cheering—and he had to know if the same magic could be applied to his music. He had to meet Yamato, even if nothing would turn out.

The meeting took place at a cafe, mediated by a mutual acquaintance that connected the two. Banri was open minded, and Yamato was both flattered and embarrassed. He hadn't meant for the concert to go beyond the school, and it likely wasn't even that good. He put effort into it, but that didn't say much when his effort was only a fraction of what everyone else was doing. But Banri was appreciative, showered him with compliments (and compliments from a stranger? what would the point of those be aside from just...complementing? Banri had nothing else to gain from it), and after a meeting went surprisingly well, Yamato agreed to help Banri out with realizing a few of his songs. Maybe not to the same degree as the school festival, but more than on its own.

What he didn't realize is that Banri had assumed he knew anything about music. He didn't. Not at all. He was good at putting things together, but his hands had never touched a piano and the only instrument he'd even played was a recorder in elementary school. But now he had someone expecting something from him, and he actually liked that person, and...well. He couldn't just give up before he tried.

That summer was filled with hours and hours of studying by himself at home, in the park, or anywhere else, watching videos of people playing instruments before practicing by himself. He started with the guitar, seeing as Banri's music had a lot of guitar, and slowly worked his way up more and more. He didn't love guitar in the same way that he loved direction and production, but having a goal to work towards, even something as insignificant as this, brought a new sense of resolve and satisfaction that was completely alien to him. Whenever he went to Banri's house, he would manage to skate around the topic of him playing in front of Banri again and again until he was, finally, actually ready to do so. He calmed his nerves, pulled the guitar he'd bought with money he had initially put away for more video games onto his lap, and played the tune that Banri had written and composed the way that he imagined it should be played. Banri would probably think it would suck, but in that moment, it was just him, the guitar, and the music he made.

And it went well. Yamato was met with applause from Banri, and even though his playing had mistakes, he had brought Banri to see his piece in a new way that couldn't have ever been conveyed with spoken words. They kept on and on with this, with Yamato practicing until his fingers and eyes ached and laughter floating through the Ogami home on weekends, until one day where Banri suggested they play the song together. Just a silly little thing, but something that would allow Yamato to show off all the work he'd helped put into polishing the piece. They put on the show for family and friends (and only Banri's family showed up, but that's okay; Yamato wasn't expecting anything from his parents anyway), and that was that.

Or was it?

Banri approached Yamato with another song, Yamato practiced, and they performed. Again and again and again. Yamato’s skill with the guitar became better and better, and they started enlisting the help of friends to play some of the other various instruments Banri’s music needed. Yamato started composing a few songs of his own, writing tunes with no lyrics that would stay hidden in his folders. Composing and song-writing was Banri’s territory, and he wouldn’t want to step into that. Performances became more regular and they started a little garage band, something just for fun on the weekends between school. Their senior year was running out and they only had so much time before they had to go live like real adults, so they may as well have fun with it.

Then Banri discovered Yamato’s folders of meticulously composed songs, and everything started to change. Banri began workshopping Yamato’s songs, reverse of what they’d done before, and, surprisingly, they started to sound better than Yamato could have ever imagined. Good lyrics, a change in the tempo that brought the right energy, and he could see the direction and production of all of these colorless, shapeless concepts solidify into something clear.

They ended up formally forming a duo they named Re:vale the summer after graduation, using Yamato’s songs with Banri’s lyrics and changes as their main sound. It was just a summer thing. They would change after college began and go their separate ways.

But underground success found them, and, more importantly, Yamato found happiness and passion. He was excited to do something with his life, and anything but working with Banri on music, direction, and Re:vale felt like a chore. He didn’t want it to end. And he knew that, despite Banri’s sensibilities, neither did he.

#idolish7 #i7 swap au

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suckitsurveys · 11 months ago

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Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? Yessssss I am looking forward to having several of those in a row soon. After this Thursday I am off work for 2 weeks!

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? Yeah.

What is your favorite episode of True Life, if you have one at all? I don’t have one.

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? Nah.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? I think when L*d** and I went to Indianapolis to see Sarah when she was there. There was an accident on the interstate and we sat in the same spot for almost two hours.

Best field trip experience? I LOVED going to any kind of museum on a field trip. We also went to the Zoo a lot because it was so close to where I went to grade school.

Have you ever been to New York City? Not yet! I am going this spring though!.

If so, is it all its cracked up to be? --

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? Like $400 at a steakhouse once oops.

What museums have you visited, if any? A lot of them. Most of the ones in Chicago, and some in other cities too.

Have you ever had a group project and one of your partners bailed on you? Uh huh.

What’s your worst traveling experience? I've *thankfully* haven’t had any really awful traveling experiences. Just exhausting ones.

Sims 1, 2, or 3? Why? I never really played the Sims games.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? The people who lived above us before our current neighbors had the LOUDEST dog that they would just let bark and bark and bark.

Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? My English teachers. All of them.

Best muffin you’ve ever had? Blueberry muffins with the crusty sugar tops.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? Just a workshop, not like a whole class.

If so, was it required? --

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? Maybe 30 mins - an hour a day total. I belong to a shit ton of shitposting groups so I like to check those daily lol.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? Blah.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? I mean, good? Idk. My music taste is “hey, I like the way this song sounds,” so.

How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? Every day at work baybeeeee. Lol I’m kidding, but it does happen.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Not really.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? My English teachers completely ruined reading for fun for me.

How reliable is your internet connection? It’s pretty good.

Have you ever missed a meeting/event that was required/necessary? Yes.

What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? Making phonecalls.

What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? I’ve pulled some all-nighters in my time.

If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? I do have them.

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? It would be so refreshing to just wake up and be able to see. Or have other sunglasses I can actually wear lol.

How many vegetarians do you know? I can think of three of the top of my head.

Have you ever considered going to art school? I considered going to an art high school just because some of my friends were going, but I really didn’t have a desire to outside of that.

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? My brother in law.

How quickly can you write an essay? I would need a full day to stress over it first.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? Never fell asleep while in school.

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? Yeah.

What bug frightens you most? I’m not “afraid” of bugs, but earwigs and centipedes creep me out the most.

Are your parents supportive of you? Yes.

How often do you take the train to go places? Rarely.

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations Sure.

Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? Yeah, mock trials in school.

#surveys

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psychelis-new · 2 years ago

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pick a pile: "Meeting The One"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read about the possible signs, synchronicities or events that may occur to you when you meet or right before meeting your destined person (future spouse/partner, the last person you will fall in love with in this lifetime). I will try to channel some infos about the meeting itself (I haven't done it yet, so... just check your pile to see).

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. Also, you're in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

There could be a party or celebration (could even be Christmas, NYE or anything), maybe a fair, or somewhere where there are food and fun things to do. Maybe even a concert or music/race event. Cotton candies, ice creams, or something like that can be relevant. You'll probably be enjoying with friends or family members, having lot of fun and feeling like a child again. There's the energy of going back to good days, feeling free and relieved, very calm. It's like you are in a place (mentally) where you know things can actually be good for you, and you're kinda in control of your fears and emotions. It could be at evening/night, with a very low light. But somehow you'll end up being noticed by your person: you may be doing/Saying something that kinda moves the attention of the closer crowd on you or simply, being destined, they can see you no matter how many people and low light you're surrounded by. You shine on your own to them. I think they may approach you and probably ask you to go with them (for some: maybe someone hits you unvoluntarily and your ice cream falls so your person will offer you to buy a new one, even if it wasn't their fault -maybe their friend's though-). You'll probably think if to follow them and separate from your friends/family (you may not trust their intentions immediately, but there are many people around), but you'll follow your heart. You're gonna know if you can trust them. I think your Guides will send you some kind of permission too (maybe you'll feel it, or see a bird or an angel number -very likely this last one- around, that you know it's your sign to trust this person). You may even end up dancing alone with them to some kind of music. This person seems fun.

songs: god's menu | stray kids; fade away | lucky daye

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I feel it can happen on a cozy afternoon/evening. Maybe on the way back home from work/school. It could be sunny for some, rainy for others. The type of weather will only move the location of the meeting, you're gonna meet them anyway (e.g. if it's sunny you may meet while riding your bycicle in a park or enjoying the warm sun rays -maybe they're running in the same place or sitting on a bench nearby; if it's raining, you may meet up while finding shelter in a bar or public place, you're gonna smile at each other being soaked). You literally won't expect to meet them, maybe the day didn't start too well for some; for someone else instead, it's gonna be a moment in which things are starting to get better: even at work, you may have had some problems with colleagues, but that day things will suddenly turn for the good (you may have even gained a promotion out of nowhere). It's like this person, being in your energy, brings you good luck. And around your meeting you're gonna experience a shift for the best in your life: from mood, to work, to love as well with them appearing (but in relationships in general, even colleagues family and friends). You'll both literally manifest each other. Before meeting them, you may had doubts about your abilities, and felt lonely for a while as if your life was just a mess in all fields (career and love in particular, maybe friends/family too); you've probably tried to manifest your person for a while but life came in between and you almost lost your hopes. But your prayers will been noticed by your Guides and when you least expect (when the time will be right), you're gonna be given what you wish for (and they too -feels like mirror energy).

songs: show me the meaning of being lonely | backstreet boys; you're the one that i want (grease) | john travolta, olivia newton-john

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I think this is the pile that may gets messages and signs through music, messages/words and images. Sometimes angel numbers too. Some of these signs may not be always clear, you need to be open to see them: sometimes you may not see them, especially when you feel upset and search for signs in the wrong places. You may see things like a waterdrop shaped as a heart, or something like that (like in your pic, near the donut... can you see the little heart?). You probably know that there's someone in contact with you on a higher level (maybe you have a telepathic connection too, or you just feel them around), that you are destined to meet this person and be with them, but sometimes you may get lost in your past thoughts. You may even kinda lose hope, fearing that they will never arrive or not find you. But they're your destined person, they'll find you anyway (the "how" is not your problem, you only need to trust). This fear/overthinking is delaying your meeting cause you're not open enough to being guided to (and by) your person. It seems you're gonna meet them the moment you'll learn how to keep a quiet mind, be yourself, be brave, and not be scared to see that things can actually change. You may even get a job offer around the same period (maybe even from your person). You will be aware of your power, despite still having doubts (those are normal, we're humans and we'll always have doubts here and there: the important thing is to not let them stop us and our dreams), you're gonna feel more confident in your skin. You're gonna be of help to others somehow (maybe being more socially involved, or with an idea/project or something), you'll bring happiness and share positivity around you, you'll act with love and this will bring your person in too. A new love for you. As easy as.

songs: yours to keep | jordan mackampa; come undone | duran duran

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Could be near water (sea or ocean in particular but it doesn't have to be so), or could be around kids. Maybe one of you is baby sitting, or a teacher or just trying to be kind with a kid met in a park or on a metro... situations can be very different. You may feel moved by their kindness and cuteness and find yourself smiling at them. They may wink back at you, making you blush? You two... Okay this was very specific though. You or them, may make a bold move (maybe one of you can help/save a kid too), and... you probably had lost hopes about love, but this person will change it all, they will restore your faith in love and humanity. You are not supposed to know much more about signs and all, it seems like a gift and a big surprise for you. But know that you're gonna be guided to meet this person soon. Trust, even if you cannot see it, there's someone so loving for you, willing to do anything for you. They're gonna take care of your fears and anxiety as well (may be a doctor tbh, not just for kids, but maybe even a vet; or a conselour). They will help you be more in your power. They're gonna gift you so much self control and confidence. You are gonna be able to talk with them about anything really. I'm hearing "smooth" (from convo to skin.. your choice). They won't ever judge you, they just wanna help you and comfort you. They're gonna make you shine again. If you feel lost (or you gonna feel so before meeting them) and like there's no tomorrow, they'll help you rebuilt your hopes and fire inside. They literally gonna heal in you in any possible way (if ykwim -I'll keep this clean). Okay, it could also mean for some (seen the last song I got) that they're gonna be your... sugar daddy. And will want to spoil you. Again take as resonates. I feel a lot of you will choose this pile and things can really differ for each one of you.

songs: the flames beyond the cold mountain | mono; sugar daddy | qveen herby

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hunniebunnietarot · 3 years ago

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PAC: You & your soulmates first impression of e/o(3)

Hi, I'm back with another PAC reading about…well you saw already. I’ll be doing the before, during, and after the meeting. Thank you for all of the support and follows, I appreciate you all. I hope you enjoy this one, and btw i’ll be doing one final part to this soulmate series.

*THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY, ENERGIES CAN CHANGE*

Pick a flower arrangement

Pile 1

Your first impression of them- Before this meeting, love will be the last thing on your mind. You could be or are going to be a very busy person because you never let your ideas stay inside of your mind. You’ll be putting things into action and healing from the past because of it. A difficult period in your life might also be causing you to throw yourself into work as a distraction. A meeting that you’ll have late with friends might be on your mind, or you feel like you’ve been neglecting your friends and you should hang out with them soon. During the actual meeting with your soulmate, you’ll feel like this person will bring an end to a cycle in your life. Perhaps they could be more financially stable than you and you see it. You feel like it’s time to work less and rest more, or find more time to focus on other aspects of your life. It doesn’t feel like a “golddigger” energy, you just realize that you can slow down and reap the fruits of your labor now without necessarily throwing yourself into it. For those with whom that doesn’t resonate you could feel like you and this person will bring in wealth together and be very abundant. After the meeting you’ll feel like this person has opened up a whole new door for you and that it’s a wish come true. I’m seeing an analogy of a dark hall(you), and then a door at the end of the hall opens and light pours in(your soulmate). You’ll feel like this person is toooooo good to be true, but you want to give this relationship a chance.

Their first impression of you- Before the meeting, they’ll be keeping their dreams and aspirations close to their chest, being secretive with those around them. They will be making lots of wishes and manifesting a lot, or just being dreamy(maybe they’re a pisces). They are just in the purist of energies when it comes to manifestation. When meeting you, they will feel like they want to make a love offer toward you. They will feel like you’re their person(the lovers and the two of cups🙊) and that they no longer have to search for anyone or anything. You already have them wrapped around your finger. They feel victorious to have met you, like you’re the ultimate prize. Afterward, they will want to have a new beginning with you(don’t freak out, they might want to have a family with you; keep in mind I didn’t specify how long after the meeting this will be). They want to spend some time alone to study, possibly about this connection because maybe they aren’t sure why they feel so connected to you that fast. They will feel like you’re not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside too.

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Pile 2

Your first impression of them- Before this meeting you will be just coming back from some sort of celebration. It could be anywhere that you would hear music(party, festival, concert, club…). Anyway, it will be during the night and you’ll be seeking to be alone afterward, maybe it drains your social battery. Maybe you look at the stars to calm down or relax after an event like this. During this meeting you’ll know that this person is “the one” or that you have some sort of undeniable connection. You know that the wait has come to an end and this is your victory lap. You could feel that this person sees the world through a different lens than most or that they’re literally an artist of some sort. You’re definitely going to be overthinking your meeting with this soulmate afterward. Things like calling on the angels to find out more about this connection and falling into bad thinking habits. However, on the bright side this person will tell you something that is going to inspire you in some way, maybe give you an idea for a future endeavor. Overall, you’ll feel like it healed you somehow, even if the encounter was brief it left an impression on your character. That’s literally so sweet😭aww

Their first impression of you- Before the meeting, they will feel inspired, possibly to seek help with something. This person might be older than you. Whatever they need help with, they’ve known this for a while and just have been ignoring it(or they’re too proud to ask for help). During the meeting, they will think ya’ll are the perfect pair(King+Queen of swords) and that there is a possibility of a power couple. Your soulmate thinks this is a new beginning and that you guys could make money together somehow. They want to work hard at this relationship and make some money with you($ is heavy on their mind). Afterward, they feel like time is of essence, like they can’t waste time pursuing you. You bring out their inner child and a lighthearted energy out of them that they hadn’t tapped into before. They are also very hopeful about this connection.

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Pile 3

Your first impression of them- You’ll be connected to your spiritual side before this meeting, maybe doing some sort of divination(like tarot). The reason could be that you think you need protection from some bad energy being projected at you. You could be traveling somewhere for a trip, but for some I feel like the day of this meeting will be a start(or new start) in your spiritual journey. During the meeting you will notice that the two of you work well together, there’s a lot about balance in your pile. This might be someone that you work with because there isn’t too much about love here. So, if that is the case you will be collaborating with this person in some way at work(or school if that resonates). You do feel the potential for a relationship though, or (for the 18+) people you feel the potential of a purely physical relationship. You will overall think that this person is calm and is a good fit for you. This meeting might happen in the winter or something romantic will start then after being purely platonic. Afterward, you will feel like this person couldn’t have come into your life at a better time or that you never even knew that you needed someone like them. It’s possible that the divination from before was you manifesting them into your life. You could realize after the meeting that the universe had been sending you signs all along of your manifestation coming in but you were oblivious the whale time.

Their first impression of you- At the time before the meeting, they will be shedding themselves of situations that don’t really serve them, like toxic friendship. The reason for this could be them being connected to their spiritual side and going through a transformation… I just realized you guys are mirroring each other before meeting, you have some of the same cards. While meeting you, they think you are a little bit combative, or defensive. The way you think stands out to them(whatever that is), contrary to the other energies they could find you quite thoughtful(?). Maybe they find you selfish in some way and they do notice that you make good money. Again, winter is significant in this connection. They do think of you as a blessing to them and they may want to go on some sort of vacation with you. Also, a celebration is on their mind, either with you or their friends. That was definitely interesting…

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Pile 4

Your first impression of them- The day of your meeting could be your birthday. It seems as if you’re entering a new phase of your life, and there’s some sort of wish(which reminds me of blowing out the candles on your birthday). It could also be near your birthday, if not on that day. This will definitely be a period of stepping out of a negative energy into a more positive one. During the meeting, you’re going to be thinking of how good looking this soulmate is. Something could be weighing on your shoulders though, a burden. This could definitely be your self sabotaging ways, you’ll be overthinking this connection for sure. You would be aware that this person is connected spiritually to you and that you’re soulmates, and maybe you find that they have kind of a sad/emotional look to them(similar to pisces placements). Honestly, all I'm getting about your first impression is that you think they’re hot. Afterward, you’ll want to tell all of your friends that you met this person, and you want to research more about the connection. There might be a feeling of wanting to let out your inner child after meeting this person. You feel lucky and super thankful that you’ve met them(I keep hearing “the cat’s out of the bag”).

Their first impression of you- Before, this person is trying to better their lifestyle. Giving in less to their temptations and consuming less unhealthy things(drugs, alcohol, food). They could be on a diet and they try to go outside more, probably to exercise. Your soulmate isn’t focused on love at that point. Their actual first impression of you is that you’re fair, balanced and truthful. They could see you as feminine, no matter your gender and nurturing. They will think of you as very practical when it comes to money, and they see you as the embodiment of hope. You bring a new found sense of renewal to this person. Afterward, if they didn’t already believe in magic, they will after meeting you. They see you as a being of light and this meeting will open up a whole new door of opportunity for them. Literally no negative thoughts about you.

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Omg I was gonna put what cards you had, but they got all mixed up😭sorry! I hope you enjoyed it though!

#love #tarot reading #tarot #pick a card #love reading #soulmate #soulmate reading

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