#we stan a fool in the face of romance

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Radio NET Bulgaria (November 26, 2022)

23:59 MICHAEL SILVERMAN, ERIC MARIENTHAL - In These Times 23:54 MIKAEL - Trippin Over You 23:51 NAI SOUNDS - Can't Deal 23:47 SHAKATAK - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 23:42 KENNEY POLSON - Black Swan 23:38 NILS - Nine2Five 23:34 VINCENT INGALA - Ready Or Not 23:30 CAROL ALBERT - Sol Ipanema 23:25 MARCUS ANDERSON - Bless The Lord 23:21 DREW DAVIDSEN - Silent Night 23:16 EUGE GROOVE - Silhouette 23:12 VINCENT IOIA - First Time (feat. Ricky Peterson & Gerey Johnson) 23:08 JACKIEM JOYNER - Later Tonight 23:04 WILL SUMNER - A Last Dance 23:00 GREGG KARUKAS - Welcome Home 22:59 TOUCH & GO - Straight To...Number One (Dreamcatcher Mix) 22:52 TORNIKE - Night Steps (Original Mix) 22:46 STAN CROWN - Not Invented Love (Original Mix) 22:44 SPOR - Pacifica (Acoustic Version) 22:38 TONY IGY - Astronomia (Chillout Mix) 22:35 ASKERY - With You 22:29 SIMON LE GREC - Decisions (Delor Mix) 22:24 ASTRID SURYANTO - Distant Bar (Original Mix) 22:21 SOUND BEHAVIOUR - Arena 22:16 D-PULSE - Velocity Of Love (Original) 22:12 SKYE - Feel Good Inc 22:07 SINOPTIK MUSIC - Black Islands 22:03 SOTY - Circle (Original Mix) 21:59 SIMON G - Crazy (Original Mix) 21:56 TRACEY THORN - Night Time (Original Mix) 21:49 TRENTEMOLLER - Miss You (Lulu Rouge Feat. Asger Baden Remix) 21:43 TRANZLIFT - Heaven's Shore (Magdelayna's Chilled Remake) 21:38 SMOOTH DELUXE - Dream Of Insomnia 21:34 TOKYO COUNTERPOINT - To The Sky (Lemongrass Free Bird Remix) 21:31 HIATUS & SHURA - Fortune's Fool 21:26 HESS IS MORE - Yes Boss 21:21 HEIKO - Miles Away 21:16 CAFE DEL MAR - Mandalay (Beautiful) 21:10 GREEN POINT ORCHESTRA - Miriam Dub 21:06 YORK, ASHENI - Iceflowers (Original Mix) 21:01 CHAKRA - I Am (Vox Mix) 20:56 REY SALINERO - Total Delight 20:51 CHICANE - No Ordinary Morning (Original Mix) 20:44 VITODITO, SARA POLLINO - The Song I Promised You (Chillout Mix) 20:41 CHICANE, KATE WALSH - Playing Fields (Original Mix) 20:38 MOTIF, LENA BELGART - Halo (Original Mix) 20:32 BEN GOLD, SENADEE - Today (Chilled Datt Remix) 20:28 POCHILL - Constanta 78 20:24 PIXALEND - Maritime Sadness 20:19 PETE MURRAY - So Beautiful (Acoustic Version) 20:16 VITO FOGNINI, CARI - True To Myself (Original Mix) 20:10 VLAD ZHUKOV - Nothing (W&D Chill Out Vocal Mix) 20:05 TITIYO - Come Along (Naid Remix) 19:59 RED - Pieces 19:53 PREMASARA COUNCIL - Sensual Ecstasy 19:48 PAUL ADAM - Backwards (Original Mix) 19:43 NUAGE, N4M3 - Sunday Morning (Original Mix) 19:40 MODJO - Lady (Acoustic Version) 19:37 CLAES ROSEN, NATALIE PERIS - Stay (Original Mix) 19:32 GABRIELA MENDEZ FUENTE - Romance In Ibiza (Orchester Lite Edit) 19:26 20SABANCI - As Faces Fade (Domenico Cascarino & Luca Lombardi Chill Out Remix) 19:22 PAROV STELAR - You Got Me There 19:18 HARD GREY, HOUSE REPUBLIC - Music Sounds Better With You (Eat More Cake Remix) 19:14 GUSHI, RAFFUNK - Travel (Lemongrass Couch Remix) 19:12 HARDWELL, COLLIN McLOUGHLIN - Call Me A Spaceman (Unplugged Version) 19:08 OCEAN DRIVE, DJ ORISKA - Without You (Acoustic Version) 19:04 COSMIC GATE, EMMA HEWITT - Be Your Sound (Live Acoustic Version) 19:00 NOMOSK - Don't Hold Back (Soty & Seven24 Chillout Remix) 18:56 CUEBRICK - Safe (C-Systems Alternative Mix) 18:50 NO HORIZONS, SHEEMA - Summer Son 18:45 NITIN SAWHNEY - Breathing Light 18:42 NIK LLOYD - Number 1 (Acoustic Cover) 18:33 RED BUDDHA, LINDA WONG ENSEMBLE - Stone Buddha 18:28 REUNITED - Sing It Back (Shazz Man Chill Mix) 18:22 RAYAN MYERS - Pleasant Calmness (Original Mix) 18:17 POLISHED CHROME - Secret Of Sound (Album Version) 18:12 RICHARD MARX - Right Here Waiting 18:08 RUSSELL SIMINS - Comfortable Place 18:05 RUTH ANN - Beautiful 18:01 DJ CHART, DOBA, PRINCESS LARISSA - Danger Games 17:55 BRAVE - The Muse (Chill Out Mix) 17:52 DISCO FRIES, NIKO THE KID - The Light (Acoustic Version) 17:49 DEEP'N PURE, RADBOY - R We Ever Gonna Be (Original Mix) 17:45 MAX MILLION - Do You Believe (Original Mix) 17:41 ZAZA, JORGE NAVA - Broken (Chill Mix) 17:38 ZARA, SNATT & VIX - No Angel (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 17:34 JIMMY ROQSTA, THALYA HILL - Endless Summer Dance (El Gambrero Remix) 17:28 ATB - Remember That Day 17:24 FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE - Seven Devils 17:18 TENISHIA, KIRSTY HAWKSHAW - Falling (Original Mix) 17:13 YIRUMA - River Flows In You (N-Drew Fate Remix) 17:09 YIRUMA, RUVIN - River Flows In You 17:04 LEO ROJAS - Friendship 17:00 KENNY G - My Heart Will Go On 16:59 SONIX - Cloud 9 16:54 KIRK FISCHER - Shades of Gray 16:51 JOYCE COOLING - It's Feeling Like Christmas 16:47 DAVID GARFIELD - Ticket to Pittsburgh 16:42 PETER WHITE - Promenade 16:38 RICHARD ELLIOT - People Make The World Go Round 16:33 EDGARDO CINTRON - People Get Ready 16:28 CHUCK LOEB - Cotton Club 16:24 JAY ROWE - The First Noel 16:20 DANIEL CHIA - Cali Style 16:16 BOB COATE - Super Smooth 16:12 ED CALLE - Faces in the Clouds 16:08 MARCOS ARIEL - Second Chance (feat. Lulu Joppert) 16:03 WILL DONATO - You Got This 16:00 PAUL BROWN - For What It's Worth 15:55 DREAMING IN COLOUR - Keepsakes 15:51 DARRIUS JAMAR - Heaven 15:46 MICHAEL LINGTON - Oh Holy Night 15:42 DOMINIC CAMARDELLA - 4ever More 15:37 LES SABLER - Esselle's Dance 15:33 MARION MEADOWS - Twice as Nice 15:28 NORTH 2UNES WOODALL - In the Mood 15:24 BROOK ALFORD - New Day 15:20 NICK COLIONNE - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town 15:16 NILS - Tangie 15:12 VINCENT INGALA - Gimme Some 15:08 CAROL ALBERT - Gemini Sun 15:03 MARCUS ANDERSON - This Is My Prayer 15:00 THREESTYLE, MAGDALENA CHOVANCOVA, ROBERT FERTL - Better Days 14:59 SAM BASSMAN JENKINS - Bassin 14:53 EUGE GROOVE - Rise 14:49 JUSTIN YOUNG - Silent Night 14:44 THE V.I.P CLUB - Night Move 14:40 JACKIEM JOYNER - I'm Waiting For You 14:36 TERRENCE RICHBURG - Treasures 14:32 GREGG KARUKAS - Nightshift 14:27 TONY LINDSAY - Fixed 14:23 RONNY SMITH - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 14:18 PETER WHITE - For The Love Of You 14:14 ZACH BRIDGES - These Hands 14:10 PAUL BROWN - Nothin' But Love 14:05 RICHARD ELLIOT - Elegant People 14:00 U - NAM 13:59 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - In The Shade 13:55 ADAM HAWLEY - Risin' Up 13:52 ALEX FALDIN - Comfortline 13:48 SYLVIA BENNETT - Silver Bells 13:44 DERRICK HARVIN - When You Say 13:38 BOBBY WELLS - Count It All Joy 13:34 DANNY LERMAN - You Take My Breath Away 13:30 ERIC MARIENTHAL - Dance With Me 13:26 ANDRE DELANO - Footsteps 13:22 SMOOTH SOUL HOLIDAY - Come All Ye Faithful 13:18 FOURPLAY - Aniversario 13:13 ANDREW NICHOLS - I Love the Way You Love Me 13:09 JEREMY HECTOR - Flow 13:05 ERIC DARIUS, NORMAN BROWN - Just For The Moment 13:00 NILS - Call Of The Sirens 12:58 VINCENT INGALA - It Is What It Is 12:54 CAROL ALBERT - Angels Watching over Me 12:50 MARCUS ANDERSON - Krystle Clear 12:45 MARION MEADOWS - Little Shepherd Boy 12:42 DAVE BRADSHAW JR. - Jumpstep 12:36 EUGE GROOVE - From The Top 12:32 BEN TANKARD - Still Here 12:28 RICHARD BROWN - Stars In My Eyes 12:24 JACKIEM JOYNER - J Time 12:21 CHRISTMAS CAROLS - E' Nate Il Redentore (Piva Piva) 12:17 GREGG KARUKAS - Cruisin' Your House at Midnite 12:13 FREDDIE FOX - Thank You 12:10 PAUL BROWN - Sweetness 12:04 PETER WHITE - Time Never Sleeps 12:00 ANDREY CHMUT - Night Ride 11:58 GARY MEGGS - Autumn Leaves 11:54 RICHARD ELLIOT - Camelia 11:50 BACH & A. KILLIAN - No Next Time 11:47 DR. SAXLOVE - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 11:41 DEMETRIUS NABORS - Sensuality 11:37 GABRIEL MARK HASSELBACH - Heading North 11:33 JUSTIN KLUNK - Dive 11:29 MISZ - Our Place 11:25 NATE WHITE - Feels Like Love 11:21 DAVE KOZ - My Grown Up Christmas List (feat. Heather Headley) 11:17 RONALD BOO HINKSON - Making It Easy 11:13 STEVE COLE - Living Out Loud 11:09 ALTHEA RENE - Barbara Mae 11:05 HANK BILAL - Glass Slipper 11:00 BONEY JAMES - Second Nature 11:00 SAN GABRIEL SEVEN - Moment by Moment 10:56 NILS - Casablanca 10:52 VINCENT INGALA - Can't Stop Now 10:48 JODY MAYFIELD - Christmas Time is here 10:43 MOTOWN MOE - Living My Best Life (feat. Nick Stone & Nils) 10:39 CAROL ALBERT - Fire & Water 10:36 FRANK SUTTON - Travel Forecast 10:32 MARCUS ANDERSON - Espresso Shot 10:29 SEAN U - Key West 10:23 BRIAN BROMBERG - Wonderful Christmastime 10:17 EUGE GROOVE - Straight Up 10:13 JACKIEM JOYNER - When The Time Is Right 10:09 PAUL BROWN - Wine Night 10:05 STEVE WATSON - Happy Evenings 10:00 GREGG KARUKAS - Club Hopping 09:52 PETER WHITE - Endless Journey 09:47 BRADLEY LEIGHTON - Little Drummer Boy 09:43 GERALD ALBRIGHT - Hope 09:39 CHRIS GODBER - Meant 2 Be (feat. Hawc Griffin) 09:27 UNDER THE LAKE - Old Friends New Grooves 09:21 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - The First Noel 09:17 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Black Shoebox 09:13 BILLYRAY SHEPPARD - Take Flight 09:08 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - Look Around 09:05 MARK CARTER - Swingtown 09:00 MARCHIO BOSSA, RYU ZEE SU - Somewhere 08:58 LISA ADDEO - Deep Blue C 08:54 LINDSEY WEBSTER - I Didn't Mean It 08:50 KIM WATERS - My Gift to You 08:45 KIRK WHALUM - Inside (feat. Shanice) 08:42 WADE C. LONG - Happy Go Lucky 08:37 NILS - Red Wine & Sunsets 08:33 VINCENT INGALA - Fire And Desire 08:29 ROCCO VENTRELLA - Stay Close to Me 08:24 STEVE OLIVER - Deck The Halls 08:20 CAROL ALBERT - Sapporo Dream 08:14 MARCUS ANDERSON - I Surrender All 08:09 DAVID PETROSYAN - Feeling of Breath 08:05 PAUL BROWN - Toast And Jam 08:00 EUGE GROOVE - Summer Stroll 07:57 GERRY SMOOTH - Let's Dance 07:54 JACKIEM JOYNER - That Good Thing 07:50 NORMAN BROWN - Peace Of Mind 07:45 SHAKATAK - Christmas Time Again 07:40 GREGG KARUKAS - Summerhouse 07:36 EARL KLUGH - Crazy For You 07:32 PETER WHITE - Venice Beach 07:28 RICHARD ELLIOT - Ricochet 07:24 MARQUEAL JORDAN - Behave to Love 07:21 JOYCE COOLING - Christmas, Christmas 07:17 MARC ANTOINE - For A Smile 07:13 JAMHUNTERS - Eurabian Fantasy 07:08 GTF - Spanish Steps 07:04 GINO ROSARIA - Ride Along 07:00 HIROSHIMA - Always Tomorrow 06:57 JAKOB MAGNUSSON - Hook, Line & Sinker 06:53 JAREZ - Together Forever 06:49 KEITH ANDREW - Bayon 06:46 JAY ROWE - Joy to the World 06:41 KEN POWE - First Love 06:36 REZA KHAN, JEFF KASHIWA, MATT KING - It's About Time 06:31 YULARA - Shakti Dance 06:28 GHOST JAZZ TRIO BAND - Looking Good (feat. James Morgan) 06:23 RODNEY GREENE - Real Close 06:21 DREW DAVIDSEN - Away In A Manger 06:17 NILS - Step Into the Beat 06:12 NAJEE - Sumthin' Sumthin' 06:09 VINCENT INGALA - What Does It Take (Vinnie's Take) 06:05 LARRY CARLTON, PAUL BROWN - Miles And Miles To Go 06:00 MEZZIFORTE - Nightfall 05:56 BONEY JAMES - Detour 05:52 CAROL ALBERT - Crashing 05:48 MICHAEL LINGTON - Silent Night 05:44 MARCUS ANDERSON - Believe In Yourself 05:40 RON KING - Cascade 05:35 EUGE GROOVE - Dirty Dozen 05:31 SLIM GAMBILL - Up (feat. Charlton Singleton) 05:27 JACKIEM JOYNER - Evolve 05:24 NICHOLAS COLE - Let It Snow 05:19 NORMAN BROWN - West Coast Coolin' 05:15 GREGG KARUKAS - Walkin' in Time 05:09 PETER WHITE - Turn It Out 05:05 RICHARD ELLIOT - Sake For Two 05:00 SONNY EMORY - Latina 04:58 EJAZZ ARTISTRY - Never Too Much 04:52 JEFFERY SMITH - Visions of Love 04:48 BEN TANKARD - A Guitar for Christmas 04:44 DONALD HAYES - Front Ground 04:40 DWIGHT SIRLS - The Pawn 04:36 DIDIER LABOSSIERE - VTB Wings 04:31 JULIAN VAUGHN - A Feeling 04:27 SKINNY HIGHTOWER - Now Or Never 04:22 HERB ALPERT - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 04:18 TIM BOWMAN - Friends 04:13 SHAWN RAIFORD - Good Vibrations 04:08 SPECIAL EFX - Beautiful Gold 04:04 EARNEST WALKER JR - Palm Avenue 04:00 PAUL BROWN - Food For The Moon 03:57 NILS - Hey Joe 03:53 NAJEE - One Note Love 03:48 NICK COLIONNE - We Three Kings 03:43 BRENDAN ROTHWELL - Drifting 03:40 VINCENT INGALA - Ridin' The Wave 03:36 BONEY JAMES - Sway 03:32 CAROL ALBERT - Sometime 03:28 MARCUS ANDERSON - Coffee Cocktails 03:22 JUSTIN YOUNG - Merry Christmas 03:17 EUGE GROOVE - Sneak A Peak 03:13 FOSTINA DIXON - Good Vibes 03:08 JACKIEM JOYNER - Elevation 03:04 PATRICK LAMB - I See it in Your Eyes 03:00 NORMAN BROWN - Sunset On Chandler 02:55 GREGG KARUKAS - Simone 02:51 MICHAEL ROSS - Four Seasons to Cross 02:46 RONNY SMITH - O Come All Ye Faithful 02:42 PETER WHITE - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow 02:37 RICHARD ELLIOT - Boom Town 02:33 MAX HIGHSTEIN - Open To Receive 02:29 MICHAEL MANSON - You Go to My Head 02:24 NOTEWORTHY BAND - Surf to Smooth 02:20 SYLVIA BENNETT - Winter Wonderland 02:17 J3 - Hela 02:12 ILYA SEROV - My Funny Valentine 02:08 A Sultry Summers Night (feat. Greg Minnick, Ignacio Nunez & Dean Rickard) 02:03 DARREN RAHN - With You By My Side 02:00 AVENUE BLUE - Stockholm (feat. Jeff Golub) 01:56 SPONTANEOUS GROOVIN' COMBUSTION - Tribeca 01:53 PEET PROJECT - Down to the Lake 01:48 ANDRE DELANO - It Came Upon a Midnight Clear 01:42 AXIOM - Magunda 01:39 A RAY FULLER - A Coastal Breeze 01:34 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - Ariane 01:30 PAUL BROWN - 24 01:25 NILS - When I Think of You 01:22 SMOOTH SOUL HOLIDAY - We Three Funky Kings 01:17 NAJEE - The Way She Moves 01:13 BRENDAN ROTHWELL - Origin 01:10 VINCENT INGALA - Maybe You Think 01:05 MARCUS ANDERSON - Carmel Mocha 01:00 JAMES SAXSMO GATES - Together We Can Make It (feat. Freddie Fox) 00:57 EUGE GROOVE - Let's Get It On 00:54 JACKIEM JOYNER - Secrets 00:50 BRETTINA - Simple Pleasures 00:46 MARION MEADOWS - A Winter Lullaby 00:42 NORMAN BROWN - Up 'N' At 'Em 00:38 GREGG KARUKAS - Daylight 00:34 PETER WHITE - One On One 00:30 GARY METZ - Maneater 00:25 RICHARD ELLIOT - Coastline 00:22 CHRISTMAS CAROLS - Stille Nacht 00:16 CHAZZY GREEN - Love to Be With You 00:12 PAUL TAYLOR - Roundup 00:08 GARY PALMER - To the Top 00:04 POP'N BOSSA - Versace on the Floor 00:00 ERIC DARIUS - Soulful Stride

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Can I please request

#3 - They just told him they liked him but they get shy and say “never mind, forget it” …and he wasn’t letting them dismiss it just like that

With Idia Shroud? (≧▽≦)

i like this prompt BSJKSHSOW

Thank you! Remember to take care of yourself

【 till we reach the happy end 】

prompt #3: They just told him they liked him but they get shy and say “never mind, forget it” (ft. idia shroud)

gender neutral! reader, spoilers for ghost marriage + suitor suit idia's vignette, 600 followers event (closed!)

author's note: uuu lyzaaaa i wrote this for you bb <33 honestly the most fun thing i've written in a while. i read his vignette n i scrapped the initial idea i had for this fic and,,,,well the rest is history. i hope you enjoy !!

Idia was having a terrible, horrible, no-good night. Emphasis on the horrible. He was literally just seconds away from being ghosted, and in quite the literal sense too. And he was about to get married against his will! If it was to one of his favorite characters, then maybe Idia would've said yes, but this was to a literal ghost who threatened 'eternal love' for him despite having just met him.

He shivered, feeling better now that he could actually move around. He really needed to get out of this getup. And quickly. Before someone made a comment about him being a tokusatsu villain or a cringy cosplayer...

"Ugh, this cravat is literally choking me, no cap," Idia muttered to himself as he slipped into NRC's darkened hallways. "Thank goodness the protag group were busy taking care of the rest..."

"Idia-senpai!" The call of his name made him flinch, though he instantly recognized it to be their voice.

"W-what's up, Prefect-shi...?" Idia hoped his voice didn't betray his nerves as he spoke. It was hard to think straight when he was literally right in front of his c-cru...cru— oh Idia really didn't want to think about the c-word right now.

"I saw you leaving and I wanted to ask if you were okay," The warm smile they gave him had his heart doing somersaults and Idia could almost forget about the bad things that happened that evening. Such was the life of 'Idia the Simp', who was simply happy that the object of his affections cared about him. How sad and loser-like, was he right?

"I'm fine. I mean, aside from my legs literally turning into jelly from standing for so long," Idia mumbled before raising his voice. "That ghost must've been grinding his stats real hard to be able to fight like that."

"I guess so," They mused, falling into step beside him. "I'm really glad that the others made it in time."

"Ace-shi really came in clutch in this one! He was like a hero from some kind of action manga. Actually, weren't they all pretty hero-like?"

Idia continued to ramble excitedly. "I mean, the protagonist's friends arrived fashionably late— and they were all dressed to impress like princes in a dating sim! Riddle-shi being cool and unapproachable, yet shows his awkward and kind side to the protagonist. Epel-shi as the fragile character that you can't help but want to protect, yet also has a cool and alluring side. And finally Rook-shi, the prince of a neighboring country who secretly protects the main character, and instantly gains best boy status when it's revealed—!"

Idia realized just how excited he was getting over nothing— the tips of his hair turning bright orange— and he sighed deeply, "Augh, really, a loser like me could never compare to shiny princes like them..."

"Don't say that," They had stopped walking. The cool night air tickled the back of Idia's neck as he stood rooted in spot. There was quite a serious expression on their face and Idia wondered if he chose the wrong dialogue option somewhere along the line...

"If it counts for anything I think you look really cool— no, a better word would be absolutely dashing," Their nervousness showed in the way they shifted every few seconds, swallowing before continuing.

"Aren't you really prince-like too? The mysterious heir to the throne that no one ever sees who secretly helps the kingdom by masquerading as an inventor. He continues to provide the kingdom with advance technology whilst under the cover of the unlikeable hermit, and the main character is the first one to learn of his secret."

"Wow, that," This time it was Idia's turn to swallow, his own hair tinting a light pink. "T-that almost makes me sound like a good character to romance... You should become a dating sim writer."

They laughed lightly at that, "Thanks, but...what I really wanted to say was... That is..." They took a deep breath before starting again, "Because of tonight and what happened, I thought that life is short. And that I can't possibly control everything, so I should make sure to say what I want to say properly before it's too late. Idia-senpai. I...like you."

Idia could not believe his ears. Was he dreaming? Was this heaven? Did he dream up being saved by Ace and the others but actually he became a ghost and crossed to the other side? He didn't even remember paying the ferry to cross the river Styx!

"Eh?" was all that managed to leave his mouth, his hair fully turning as flushed as his face felt. The gears in his head were turning, but that didn't mean he wasn't losing braincells trying to figure out what was happening. In the first place, the genre of this day changed way too many times! From slice-of-life to survival horror to fighting game, and finally....a romantic visual novel?? Give him a break already!

"Actually. Just forget I said that." They turned around to quickly walk away but Idia grabbed onto their sleeve before they got too far. Oh Sevens, he really chose the most insanely noob-like dialogue option there was on the "Ranking of Things to Say if Someone Confesses to You" (made by Idia Shroud).

"W-wait, this is...way too much information for my brain to handle, I think I need to download extra gigabytes of RAM for this," Idia said under his breath before finally raising his gaze.

The pale moonlight washed everything in blue, and he couldn't help but think that they looked so...pretty even half-obscured in light. Their stare was pinned at the ground and he really needed to say something before they ran away and it was impossible for him to rewind the scene and fiz his mistakes.

"You..." Idia cleared his throat, the pink of his hair fluttering with the passing wind. "Could I p-please hear that dialogue option...once again? I-I promise to give a better answer this time! Or did I already raise a death flag for myself and hurtle myself towards the bad ending? Ah, Idia, this is why you aren't suited to be a otome game protag, you should just stick t—"

The breath was stolen from his lungs as warm palms urgently cradled his face, "Senpai... I don't like hearing the person that I like talking badly about himself all the time. Especially right after I told him how cool he is."

The words came out in a wheeze as he spoke again, "Y-you said 'like' just now? What k-kind of like is that?"

"The 'romantic' type of like," They said, a finger ghosting over his cheek. "The 'I want to play your route till the happy ending' type of like."

"Oh. In a positive way," He hastily added, his hair growing brighter by the second. "Y-you're really good at these...romantic words."

"Of course I am," They gave him a mischievous grin. "I learned from the best games on the market. So what do you say to my proposal?"

Aaaanddd Idia was back to feeling faint again, "T-that was a figure of speech right? I don't think I can handle another proposal so soon—"

"Senpai," They chided softly as Idia tugged at the ends of his hair. "A simple yes or no would suffice."

"Uhm. If you can't already tell by this," Idia pointed to his hair— which was now bright pink and flaming dangerously high. "I'd like to stay with you too. Till the happy ending."

"Till the happy ending," They echoed, smiling as they finally released his face. Idia found himself missing the touch a little....just a little though.

He didn't get the chance to wallow before his hand was being clasped in theirs, "C'mon! Let's get you out of those fancy clothes and play some games in your room already!"

"W-wait a second, Prefect-shi?" Idia flushed harder, if that was even physically possible. "Y-you're skipping too many chapters of the dating stage, you know? There's an order to things!!"

"I meant video games, senpai," They laughed as they skipped in front of him, Idia's own steps frantic to stay close to them. "Get your head out of the gutter."

"R-right," Idia nodded, absolutely mortified for the second— or was it third time?— that night. "I knew that."

And Idia was the subject of their teasings long after the night was over. He had to live through the embarrassment of them recounting the whole story to an all-too-curious Ortho. (Maybe he should've programmed him with less curiosity, but alas he can't go back on his own genius.)

But well, he really couldn't complain. Not when they held his hand so tightly as they watched his favorite movies with him. And especially not when they fell asleep on his shoulder— a cliché that was one of his favorites to date. Idia was sure of it now. No matter what hardships or trials would follow in the future, he would play this route till the happy end.

thank you for reading this very based idia take (pls help i've gamer-talked for too long bc of idia) if you did, please like, subscribe, and check out my masterlist for other works !!

[ mini idia dictionary bc pog ]

tokusatsu villain - tokusatsu refers to a genre of live-action shows that heavily use special effects. think ultraman or kamen rider.

death flag - an action or dialogue that foreshadows an untimely death for a certain character. raising one means to basically accelerate the death of a character, since you're adding more death flags to their roster.

bad ending/happy ending - referring to otome games, where there are multiple endings to different routes that are achievable by changing dialogue/actions throughout the story.

lmk if there are any other terms i should add bc i lost count of the more confusing ones after re-reading this 3 times jskfjdskf

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So this is it? Sebastian Stan x actress reader

Chapter 9- don’t delete the kisses

You’ve got a part in the new captain America film, during filming the directors have asked the lead actors to live together to build chemistry. What you didn’t expect was to find yourself in a relationship with Sebastian Stan, you thought everything was going well till one date night Sebastian breaks up with you.

Warnings: alcohol

A/N: welcome to the final chapter of the fic, thanks for all the love and support I can describe how grateful I am. I’m sad that this story has come to an end, I’ll definitely write one or two one shots following this, mostly because I’ve become too attached to my own character Jamie 😂 Apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

And now I’m home, a little bit drunk and I ask myself, what if it’s not made for me? Love

“You know that you don’t have to do this right?” Jamie sighed looking at you while you laced up your shoes. He was at a loss with this whole Sebastian situation, you were his best friend and deserved the world but part of him worries that Sebastian would open old wounds and infected him with his little lies he loves to tell. Jamie felt selfish at times as there’s been moments that he wishes he could scream at you, that you were wrong for wanting him back and you needed to move on, but he couldn’t kick you down further, it just wasn’t right so he bit his tongue hoping that Sebastian proves you all wrong.

You felt your shoulder cave into you, you couldn’t look Jamie in the eyes as you knew exactly what you’d see. Jamie looking at you with pity like you’re a fool for giving Sebastian a second chance, the weight in your stomach has been churning all day in anxiety over tonight. You didn’t need someone else to exaggerate the self doubt you were already feeling.

“I know, but I do love him Jamie. Am I stupid for loving the man who broke my heart and continued to further twist the dagger in my heart months after the breakup? Yes I am I know I am! But this is why I’m doing it, I want to see if we can rekindle this romance or if it’s dead forever and I can finally move on” you quietly spoke, your voice cracking with the tears threatening to spill out.

“Honey he was a dick to you, I know you love him but you can love him and move on with your life” Jamie exasperated, he tried swallowing down his frustration towards this situation, but the bitter taste made it creep back up his throat.

“Don’t you think I know this? Jamie why are you making this hard for me? You’re supposed to be my best friend now you’re lecturing me like I’m a fucking child!” You gritted your teeth, your nostrils flared trying your hardest to keep your anger at bay.

“Because you’re acting like one Y/N, are you forgetting who has to constantly pick up the pieces after he breaks your heart time after time again? Because I’ll tell you right now Y/N it feels like a kick in the teeth you going out with him again tonight, I won’t be there to pick up the pieces” the frustration rumbled out of Jamie’s voice, his jaw clenched with so much tension he’s surprised that it didn’t break.

You froze in shock, a cold sense of disbelief washed over you, your mouth agape upon the impact of his words.

Jamie sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he took a few steady breaths to regulate his emotions. He looked over at you and felt a dagger of guilt plunge into his stomach, seeing your eyes prick with tears only twisted the knife in further. He didn’t mean to hurt you and if he could take back those words he would, but he couldn’t and that’s what hurt him the most

“Y/N-“ “Fuck you Jamie” you spat looking him dead in the eyes with a cold expression.

Before he could say another word you walked towards the door, only when you knew he was out of sight did you felt the hot tears pour down your face.

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By the time seb arrived the red splotches on your eyes vanished only leaving your eyes a little puffy, you prayed that Sebastian didn’t comment on that as it’s the last thing you needed right now.

“You look beautiful” Sebastian spoke his eyes trailing up and down your body, taking in every part of you, admiring everything. Taking mental photos incase this was the last date he was to have with you.

“Thanks” you softly smiled closing the car door behind you, “you don’t look too bad yourself”. He lightly chuckled reminiscing in the days where this was his daily, how he’d kiss you tenderly, how he’d wake up with you softly snoring on his chest, how soft your skin is or how your smile could lighten his day. But he was an idiot and pushed you to the wayside. You felt him lean into you but he stopped himself midway, “sorry” he muttered sheepishly and drove away.

The car ride to the bar was spent in silence that was thick with uncertainty, each party wanting to pull the other one into their embrace, but mentally stopping themselves having to remind them of why this date was in place in the first place. You were going to see if this relationship was worth saving without anything influencing your decision.

The bar was full of couples taking photos of themselves with cocktails that looked like it was worth the same price as your rent. You stiffen your posture upon arrival, the bar was so different from any bar you spent with Jamie on a Friday night. The bars you were use to felt comfortable full of locals raising a toast towards the end of a working week. But this bar felt uncomfortable like the only way you needed to get in was to be a poser.

Sebastian tried his hardest to win you back by taking you to the most expensive and exclusive bar in LA, but this was not your scene at all. You felt out of place.

“Two glasses of Malbec” Sebastian called at the waiter who took your coats.

Sebastian smiled at you with a mixture of love and devotion that you could of sworn that you melted on the the spot under his charming smile.

“ hi I’m Sebastian Stan and who may this beautiful woman be?” He lifted an open palm out towards you for you to shake, he definitely stayed true to your words wanting tonight to be a clean slate for you both. “Y/N/L/N” you smiled shaking his hand back. “What a beautiful name” he returned the same smile your face held. “Well I’ve just moved here I’m an actor, I’m staring in the new captain america movie” He lightly chuckled “What a small world as so am I”

The waiter returned with both of your wines, you both took a large mouth full of the scarlet liquid in front of you hoping that it gave you courage to speak the words unspoken.

“Seb I’m going to be honest, this place isn’t us it’s never been us. I don’t care about your money nor your fame, I miss us and how we used to have movie nights over a bottle of wine or how we could just spend hours not speaking just melting into each other’s embrace. Seb that’s us, not some lavish bar to show your emotions to me, it almost feels like you forgot how we use to be. I wanted this night to see if we have something worth saving, but how can I save something that feels so unnatural?” You sighed taking a swig of your wine, so far tonight has been a disaster and you feared that it would further cemented the thought that plague d your brain that maybe this was a bad idea.

“I’m sorry”

Your face illuminated in shock, not expecting him to admit defeat to this so called “perfect” night.

“I tried to do this stupid shit that you are told to believe what a perfect date is, and I wanted to do what I could to win you back. That I forgot what we use to do, I’m so stupid” he sighed massaging the stress out of his temples. Fuck ,he thought, he had truly lost you for good.

“We could finish our drinks and maybe go on a walk? You know do something that is more like us?” You suggested after seeing the pained expression on his face, but a small part of you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt as you’re still deeply and madly in love with him.

“I’d like that”

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You both spent the rest of the night walking around the sights of LA, Sebastian never taking his eyes off you the entire time.

“Seb you’re not looking at the sunset, it’s so beautiful” “It’s not my fault I have such a beautiful view in front of me” “You’re such a sap”

You both filled the hour laughing and catching each other up on your days since you last spoke. Your cheeks aching from smiling too much, you felt your body gravitate towards him but you had to stop yourself reminding yourself what tonight was for. Your body shaking as the realisation hit you, fuck you wanted him too. This felt comfortable, this felt familiar, this felt right, while a small part of you screamed out loud how dare you feel this way, what is wrong with you?

“Are you okay? You’re shaking” “Oh” you spoke with embarrassment “I’m just cold” “Here take this” he placed his jacket over your shoulders, you felt your body relax under the warm fabric and under the smell of his cologne.

You laughed “forever the gentleman” “Only for you Y/N, only for you”

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“Thanks for tonight” you smiled, slipping off his jacket from your shoulders, you stared deeply into his blue eyes, the blue salvation was still there wanting to sweep you back.

“I had an amazing time Y/N, I was such an asshole for the way I treated you and I don’t deserve to have this date tonight, but I love you Y/N and I’ll respect your decision if you choose not to continue this” Sebastian spoke his voice cracking with nerves as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, his body stiffen in anticipation awaiting your response.

“Seb I’ll be honest I didn’t know if tonight was the best idea, I thought I was a fucking idiot for saying yes to you at Mackie’s birthday. But after tonight I’ve reflected and compared the pros and cons, there could be a chance that you could do something this shitty again and I don’t know if I could cope if history repeated it’s self. I realised something tonight I do want you, I’m madly in love with you Seb even when my heart was breaking into pieces I still loved you. I want us to work and I will be prepared to work through what had happened but I’m still going to remain true to my word and that is to take it slow.”

Sebastian’s eyes teared up, he felt his chest heat up and his heart rapidly increased in speed. He couldn’t believe what he has just heard. Your own eyes started to well up and for the first time in a while you had happy tears forming. You wanted to lean over and kiss him but it was too soon.

“Thank you” he let out a light laughter heavy with disbelief that you was his again. “But if you do hurt me again I have no problem in sending Jamie after you” you joked, but there was definitely some truth behind that slight threat.

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The television hummed quietly in the background as you open the door, the apartment was dark making you believe that Jamie was asleep. Your heart grew heavy, you chewed your lip as the events of early this evening washed over you.

“Jesus Christ” you screamed out loud as you felt a pair of arms wrap around you pulling you close to them.

“I’m sorry” Jamie softly spoke, the guilt also weighed equally as heavy on his behalf, you are his best friend and it pains him to have hurt you.

“I’m sorry too, I know that you only want the best for me and I appreciate you being a great friend” you replied wrapping your arms around him.

“No don’t be honey, I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that, you’re an adult and if you believe Sebastian is the best for you, then I’ll support you completely. Now how did the date go?”

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“Enjoy the movie” the director called out to the audience, a loud roar of applause followed, the theatre was full. Fans, family, friends all came together to support the film’s release. The atmosphere was electric unlike anything you have ever experienced. You’re still in disbelief as you sat down in your seats, two years ago you were waiting tables awaiting your big break, now here you are at your first film premiere for marvel. You were still in shock and reality still hasn’t hit you.

You spent the day with jamie both toasting with a glass of wine before the red carpet for both of your nerves. He held your hand in the car rubbing soft circles on the back of your hand to calm you down before the door opened revealing the red carpet in front of you.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sebastian asked as the lights started to dim. “It still hasn’t hit me yet, this doesn’t feel real” you whispered back “It’s real, you deserve it” You smiled and leant your head on his shoulder reaching out to take his hand. That action made his heart grew, you couldn’t see as the lights were dark but the grin he held was nearly as bright as the screen in front of him. He definitely isn’t going to let go of your hand anytime soon.

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“Seb I’m stealing your girl” Jamie stated as he linked his arm through yours whisking you away out of the Theatre. Anthony and Sebastian followed suit walking towards the after party.

Sebastian stared at you in awe, looking at you like you were the most perfect beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.

“How is it going?” Anthony asked, chuckling at how loved up his best friend his. Like his whole brain turns to mush and his jaw falls to the ground whenever you’re around. “It’s going good, I’m still in disbelief that she’s mine. I’m never going to let her go again”

Looking behind your shoulder you smiled at Sebastian giving him a wink, which made his whole posture crumble under your power.

Tonight is just the beginning.

And now I’m home, a little bit drunk. Somethings don’t change, and I know now you and me were meant to be in love.

A/N: 😭 it’s over, thanks again for all the support. If you liked this story be sure to check out my other story Victory Girls which is reader and Bucky Barnes in 1940s. Also stay tuned for one shots from this story and I’ve gotten some more story from different fandoms such as stranger things on the way

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[kepnerandavery]

My favourite quotes from Romancing Mister Bridgerton..

1. “If sin could take a solid form, surely it would be a pastry.”

I relate to this statement on an emotional level. At the same time, a single cream puff is more captivating than half the men I’ve encountered in my life, so.. 😅

2. “But when Penelope was in the company of someone with whom she felt comfortable— and Colin realised that he was probably privileged to count himself among that number— she had a dry wit, a sly smile, and evidence of a very intelligent mind, indeed.”

So the dude’s not completely oblivious to how amazing she is. That’s a start, i guess. I mean, it’s not like he’s know her for twelve years or anything 😂

3. “He made her more confident, more daring. He made her more... herself. Or at least the herself she wished she could be.”

Colin making her more sure of herself without even trying to, is so precious. Also, the sudden rush of confidence is probably the only pro of unrequited love, if there ever was one 😂

4. “But he sensed that Penelope's feelings depended on his next words, and at some point in the last ten minutes, her feelings had become very important to him.”

I’m so sure that these two could’ve totally fallen in love way sooner, if they ever got the opportunity to have a real deep conversation 😢

5. “I've often thought it foolish that a man asks a woman's father for her hand before he asks her. The father doesn't have to live with him.”

Okay, Eloise Bridgerton is stan-worthy just for this statement alone 😂😂

6. “He didn't think she wanted to go, but he somehow knew that she would. She'd think it was the proper thing to do, and she'd probably also think it was what he wanted. Nothing, he was surprised to realise, could be further from the truth. And nothing could have scared him more.”

I really like how we get to see Colin’s entire inner monologue throughout the discovery of his feelings for Penelope & how each new realisation terrifies him more than the previous one🤣

7. “You're not going to die tomorrow!” he somehow managed to get out. “But I could! I could, and it would kill me, because—” “You'd already be dead,”

Penelope is having a full-on meltdown & Colin’s out here making dumb jokes. Did I laugh at said dumb joke? Absolutely 😂

8. “He looked at her, and somehow he didn't see the woman he'd seen so many times before. She was different. She glowed. She was a siren, a goddess, and he wondered how on earth no one had ever noticed this before.”

All it took was twelve years and one kiss, but the fact that someone finally started to see how incredible she was & that it was the only person she ever wanted to impress 😭

Also, How is it possible that every single Brigerton brother is an oblivious fool when it comes to love? Plus, they somehow manage to reach new heights of stupidity by innovating their own versions obliviousness 😆

9. “She was strange that way. She always remembered the days of the week. She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later.”

There is something so sweet about this quote. The hopeless romantic in me is not okay 😢

10. “I like you, Miss Featherington. I don't like a lot of people. It's as simple as that. And I want to see you happy.”

Lady Danbury is the real MVP of this book. In the few days that she was around Penelope, she had done a better job at offering her emotional support, than Portia Featherington had done in her whole life. Penelope truly deserved her adoration 😊

11. “I will not be insulted by that... by that nothing!” Cressida fumed. She turned to Penelope with a seething glare and hissed, “I demand an apology.” Penelope just nodded slowly and said, “That is your prerogative.” And then she said nothing more. Colin had to physically wipe the smile from his face.”

Colin Bridgerton is the founder & president of the “I heart Penelope Featherington club”, he just doesn’t know it yet 😍

12. “And then, before he even realised what he was doing, he'd facilitated Penelope's departure, and she left he scene without his ever having apologised to her. He supposed he should have deemed the evening a failure for that reason alone, but in all truth, he couldn't quite bring himself to do so. After all, he'd spent the better part of five minutes holding her hand.” 

Okay, this is the cutest part of the entire book for me. How endearing is that they were holding hands the entire time. And that Colin was fawning over that fact like a love sick puppy 🥰🥰

13. “A fire like that was nothing compared to the feelings coming to a boil in his chest. Penelope had better have a damned good reason for coming out here by herself. She shouldn't be going anywhere unaccompanied, much less the city.”

Okay, the fact that he didn’t realise that he loved her at this moment, shows just how emotionally unaware he is 😂

14. “She wasn't beautiful. She knew she wasn't beautiful, she knew she'd never be more than passably attractive, and that was only on her good days. But he thought she was beautiful, and when he looked at her... She felt beautiful. And she'd never felt that way before.”

This is so sad & romantic at the same time 😭

15. “For God's sake, Penelope,” he said, grabbing her hand and yanking her down. “Are you going to marry me or not?” 

Okay subtly? He doesn’t know her. Every man should propose to their girlfriend after having a full blown make out session at the back of a carriage. That’s the least they could do for having us put up with their idiocy for eternity 😂

16. “He hadn't realised just how tense Penelope's misery was making him. And she was definitely miserable. Good God, he couldn't wait to remove her from the bosom of her ridiculous family.”

Colin’s got such a pure soul. I’m fully convinced that if it came down to it, he would physically fight Portia for Penelope🤣

17. “But Felicity is unmarried, and—” “So are you,”he pointed out. “I know, but I'm old, and—” “And Felicity is an infant,” he spat.”

I can’t even. This entire conversation was so chaotic 😂

18. “Mrs. Featherington," Colin said tightly, "I suggest you begin treating my future wife with a bit more respect.”

Two words. Husband material 😍

19. “She was amazing. He didn't know how he hadn't realised it before, when he'd already known that she was smart and lovely and witty and resourceful. But all those adjectives, and a whole host more he hadn't yet thought of, did not add up to the true measure of her.”

Freaking finally ❤️ ❤️

20. “It was difficult to compete with food for Colin's attention.”

All is fair in love & food. Food comes before anything. Even love 😂

21. “For ten years, you have made people laugh. You've made them wince. You've made them think, Penelope. You have made people think. I don't know what could be a higher achievement.”

Colin should be a professional compliment giver or maybe a greeting card writer. But the fact that he put his jealousy aside & truly praised her talent in such a profound way, was so amazing 😍

22. “You may scold me all you wish for not having proposed years ago.”

For Colin, the only possible match for Penelope is himself. He knows that he’s been her soulmate all along & how much they both lost out on because he took so long to realise it 😢

23. “Our daughters should have money of their own. Separate from their dowries.” 

Penelope is such an icon. What a queen. The bridgerton women should all start a feminist group. Their spouses would be their spokesmen 😊

24. “I love you, I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for everyone of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles.”

These two are the absolute cutest. The fact that he said “I love you with my past”, makes me feel emotional on so many different levels 😭❤️

Also, where did the Bridgerton brothers learn how to give such romantic speeches? And why is Colin low-key almost as good at it as Anthony is? Did he give both Benedict & Colin a crash course, or what? 😂

25.  “Tell you what?” “Why Colin sent us that abominably cryptic note instructing us to stick to you like glue all evening.” “He did?” “Yes, and may I point out that he underlined the word glue.”

The idea of Colin underlining the word “glue” is so funny to me. Also, I love how the family took it so literally. They’re all such wholesome idiots 🤣

[a-aexotic]

detention and the picture of dorian gray. | s.b

pair: f!reader x stanley barber

warnings: language, the word "slut" being used, mentions of food, weed in use. word count: 1.8k summary: y/n gets detention because she refused to change into something else. she then meet stanley barber, the king of breaking uniform himself.

a/n: big thanks to liane my love for helping me with this fic 😩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (@amourtentiaa). tags: @nothinghcppens @eunoniaa @isolemnlyswearpevensie @aspiringsloth20 @thatslovelymoony @amourtentiaa @vsawyer1989 @fives-cup-of-coffee

Y/N SAT QUIETLY IN MRS. JEFFERSON'S ENGLISH CLASS AS SHE PLAYED WITH THE EDGE OF HER SKIRT. she had gotten this plaid skirt from her aunt the other day. she usually doesn't go for skirts but this skirt just looked too cute to pass on.

she let out a yawn, glancing at the clock. she moved her gaze to her friend syd with a small smile. the girls were planning on getting milkshakes after school, and y/n was excited to leave school.

the bell rung and y/n got up as fast as she could, grabbing her backpack and pencil, heading for the door. syd was taking her time gathering her stuff, so y/n got to the door faster than her.

"ms. l/n, you know that skirt is against dress code?" mrs. jefferson eyed y/n, judgement in her expression. y/n narrowed her eyes on the teacher, knitting her eyebrows.

"since when are skirts against dress code?" y/n replied coolly, as syd let out a small chuckle.

mrs. jefferson's eyes widened as she got up. "it's short. a distraction, if you will. you should try wearing something modest. i'll get you a slip so you can call your mother-"

"excuse me? modest? well sorry to break it to you, mrs. jefferson, modest isn't-"

"how dare you interrupt me? detention!" mrs. jefferson bickered as y/n rolled her eyes, as syd watched in amusement. the teacher gave her a slip, and watched as the girls walked out.

"whatever, and i'm not changing." y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance as her and syd walked down the hallway to their next class.

Y/N WALKED IN THE GYM WITH CROSSED ARMS AND A PINCHED EXPRESSION. she saw there was only two other people there - stanley barber (the king of breaking dress code) and jenny tuffield. she was a few minutes late, but she needed to use the restroom.

she sat down near stanley with a huff and put her backpack directly next to her. she tapped her foot as she waited for something to happen, for someone to talk.

jenny finally sighed and faced the two. "so, why're you both here? you seem like . . . goody two shoes."

y/n narrowed her eyes on the girl, "mrs. jefferson called me a slut, basically."

"a slut?" stanley choked out with a laugh, causing the girls to glare at him. "w-why? you're not a slut,"

"because my skirt is short." y/n let out a groan, and rolled her eyes at the mere thought of mrs. jefferson calling her skirt short. it wasn't short! and plus, she has shorts under it anyway.

"yeah mrs. jefferson is a sour old bitch who was way to much free time on her hands." jenny nods in agreement with another loud sigh, laying her head on the bench behind her. "what about you?"

"um, didn't do my homework," stanley said as y/n nodded along to his words.

"well, that sucks." y/n states as she gave him a small smile. she expected him to might've broken dress code or something, but it was something else.

the principal walked into the gym with a angry expression, as if to scare them. jenny didn't move her, instead she stared at the principal.

"you kids are here today because you disrespected teachers," he eyed y/n. "or didn't do what you were supposed to do. you are to clean this whole gym. and i will be checking it after." he seemed done with our bullshit, so he sighed and left the gym, "don't fool around, i will know."

"he doesn't actually check, i've been in detention a million times and i haven't done a single thing." jenny whispered with a smirk, turning her body to face us. "so . . ."

"so," stanley echoed, looking around the gym. y/n was not going to clean the entire gym, but the others didn't seem like they wanted to talk at all. she took out a book for her reading class, opening it. stanley took out a rubik's cube.

jenny yawned and took her bag, getting up and walking to the bathroom. stanley glanced at y/n with an interest etched in his expression. "what are you reading?"

y/n turned her head to stanley, "um, the picture of dorian gray. it's for mr. white's class."

stanley nodded with a smile. "do you like it? what page are you on?" he moved closer to y/n, looking onto the book with her.

"192, i'm pretty much in the middle. it's nice, but i probably wouldn't read it on my own. i don't read the classics unless i have to, i prefer modern romance - or like, greek mythology."

"oh, that's nice. i like comics more than books, i don't think i have a good enough attention span to read an actual book, y'know?" stanley spoke as y/n nodded along.

"same here, i guess it depends on the book." y/n smiled. "do you think the principle will actually come check on us?"

stanley shook his head, "uhh, no! why would he? plus, i'm sure jenny was right. who'd take the time out of their day . . . and use it to check if a bunch of kids cleaned an entire gym?"

y/n laughed as stanley smiled. "you're right." an awkward silence fell between the two as they looked around the gym. y/n decided she needed to use the restroom, so she put the bookmark in the book and got up. "bathroom,"

stanley smiled awkwardly and nodded. "u-uhh, have fun!"

y/n laughed and nodded, walking down the stands and walking to the door. she opened the heavy door, walking into the bathroom. she looked for any sign of jenny after a few seconds of silence, but there was no sign.

y/n scoffed, "bitch!" she quickly washed her hands before walking out of the bathroom. stanley was laying on the bench, playing with the rubik's cube.

"stanley, jenny left!" y/n crossed her arms walking up to the boy. stanley sat up, scoffing. "should we . . . ditch too? i mean, jenny did. why shouldn't we?"

"yeah, sure," stanley breathed out. he took his backpack, and gave y/n's hers. he grabbed her book, handing it to her. "where are we going?"

y/n smiled as she took the book and put the book in her backpack. "we should get milkshakes, at that diner."

stanley nodded and got up from the stands. "okay, let's go!"

y/n let out a laugh, walking beside stanley.

THEY WERE FINALLY ON THE MAIN ROAD, WALKING TO THE DINER. y/n lead the way, as stan was a few steps behind. "don't you have a car, stanley?"

he nodded, "i didn't drive it here today. my dad's home, so -"

"oh," y/n nodded knowingly. "you don't have a good relationship with your dad?" this was definitely not something you ask when you first meet someone, but if the shoe fits, the shoe fits.

he walked next to y/n, "yeah nope. i hate him." he paused, "well i don't really hate him, he's my dad. you can't ever really hate your dad, y'know?"

y/n nodded. "makes sense. dads aren't too great, if we're being honest."

he laughed with a nod, "yup, they suck. dads, who needs 'em?"

"yeah, as long as you have a good few friends and a good hangout place, you're good to go. that's what my aunt says," y/n smiled as stanley nods.

"well, she's right." stanley says with as he looked ahead. "i like your skirt, it isn't slutty. it's cute,"

y/n's face went red as she awkwardly laughed, "thanks. i like your jacket,"

he faced her with a smile, "thanks. i found it at the thrift store . . . pretty sure it's like, older than my grandpa. but i washed it! so we're all good."

"vintage and hand me down clothing is cuter, if we're being honest. if it has history, it's better." y/n spoke as stanley nodded along.

"yeah," stanley agreed as he took out a tin with weed, taking one out and offering one to her. "want one?"

y/n has never had weed before, and she's never thought she'd ever agree to smoke . . . especially in public. she nodded and took it from his hand. "i've never smoked weed before, i've vaped before-"

"vaping is nothing like weed, y/n. it is amazing," stanley winked at the girl, giving her a lighter. "do you know how?"

"you just inhale and exhale, right?" y/n whispered as she looked the weed.

"let me do it first," stanley says as you handed it back to him. he placed it in his mouth, and lit it slowly. he inhaled and took it out, and slowly blew it out. "here,"

y/n takes it and copies his actions - inhaling and slowly exhaling. she coughed out loudly, as stanley laughed loudly. "how'd i do?" y/n coughed out.

"you did good, uh, for your first time." stanley smiled as y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"just say i did horribly and get it over with," y/n said in a joking manner as stanley shook his head.

"you did good! i promise," stanley laughed. "you want some more?" he took a long draw before handing her the blunt. she nodded, taking it. she a small draw, and this time she didn't cough as hard. "now that one, was good."

"i thought my first one was good!" y/n laughed loudly as stanley smiles.

"that one was better!" stanley spoke as she nodded. she handed him the blunt, and he took another draw. "you didn't cough, that's good."

they went back and forth with it, and soon enough, they were on their forth blunt and were very high. they decided not to go to the diner, but instead, a park.

it was around 6 pm, and they were on a bench. stanley had his head on y/n's shoulder as they talked. "so, you're dad's like . . . gone most of the time?"

he nodded. "yup, it's all good until he decides he wants to come home."

"i'm really sorry, stan. your dad doesn't deserve you,"

he looked up at her from her shoulder. "yeah, i can't wait til i can go to college, away from him. it'll be the best day of my life." y/n nodded, as they kept looking up at they sun setting. "hey y/n, do you . . . do you think there's like, a genuine meaning to life?"

"maybe. i-i don't think there is a genuine meaning to life." she paused as stanley looked up at her. "i think you have to create your meaning. if you think about it, nothing ever matters until you make it matter. your life can have a million meanings or one. it's your life, only yours."

she looked down at stan, "what do you think?"

"i think you're high off your mind right now, y/n. but uh, that was beautiful." he laughed as y/n scoffed.

"thank you,"

"we should get going, now." stanley sighed as he lifted his head from her shoulder. "let me walk you home."

"yeah," she sighed as she got up. "want some perfume? because uh, we smell like weed,"

he laughed. "nope, i'm fine. my dad'll think i have a girlfriend or something."

y/n smiled as they started walking. "we should hang out more."

he nodded, "sure. let's do that."

[whereisten]

Porcelain

A Yangyang fic that’s part of our Halloween Series! 

Summary: After a falling out with your friends, you wander into a forest and find a mysterious mansion with an even more mysterious inhabitant, Yangyang. 

Pairing: rich boy!Yangyang x female reader 

Genre: romance, fluff, fantasy, mystery, suspense, drama

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Violence

(A/N): hey y’all! So the timing for posting this story worked out so well because it’s Yangyang’s birthday (in America!) :D Anyway, this is our second story for our Halloween Series for NCT 2020 and we hope you enjoy!  I’m so excited to be writing for one of my biases. I know my writing needs a lot of work but I hope you guys enjoy it. Yangyang is precious. Stan Yangyang, y’all. Shoutout to Krys for inspiring me everyday and for proofreading my story! You are my rock!

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It was October 10, the day in which your small town came together for a big bonfire to celebrate the fall season. Your town of Celestial was known for celebrating something every week but the atmosphere was always special at this time of the year. Classes ended for the week and your friends were excited to go to a party in the woods.

Unfortunately for you, you were abandoned off the side of the road after having a falling out with your friends Dowoon and Sana for blowing off the mayor’s son’s party. You’d recently been rebuffed by him in the senior hallway. Your rejection was followed by your classmates mocking you all day long. You wouldn’t be caught dead at Peter’s party. And you were especially in no mood to put up with your friends’ preference for a good party over their recently spurned friend’s feelings.

You said screw them but they would probably end up screwing each other anyway. They were platonic but their drunken hookups always said otherwise. So sometimes you felt like a third wheel. Which was also why you didn’t want to go. You wanted a new experience this spooky season. And you were probably getting one now that you were 2 miles outside of town. Damn your pride. Dowoon and Sana insisted you get back in the car but the driver, the school quarterback, quickly drove them off. What a sense of community, you thought.

It was freezing in Celestial at this time of year so you were layered up, saving your pair of ruby red mittens for last. The overcast sky appeared to promise snowfall. If not for tonight, the snow would surely fall tomorrow

You knew this area well enough to walk back into town but as you took a few steps forward, you noticed smoke in the distance. Like it was coming from a chimney.

That was odd, you thought. Who lived on this side of town?

As you walked in the direction of the smoke, you moved past the dense evergreen trees and before you knew it, you stumbled upon a mansion out of an old-time movie. Dating back to at most the 1800s. The mansion was a Renaissance chateau, big and domineering. Something that could’ve made Celestial a tourist destination like Asheville had with the Biltmore Estate.

How was it possible that anyone could live here, you thought. Surely, this would be the talk of the town if anyone knew. And if it was off-limits, it would’ve certainly kept the town on their toes.

The mansion was quiet and there was no trace of movement or inhabitants. Then again, it was large so you could be incorrect. The chateau’s main entrance was big and made of the most pristine marble. The only thing missing was a moat. There were several fountains in the entrance. The water froze due to the colder weather. You didn’t understand how you could keep moving forward. You didn’t know this place. You didn’t know who could be inside. But you found yourself taking steps up to the massive double doors. Your hand moved to the doorknob and turned it over. The door creaked open and without a second thought, you walked in.

The door slammed shut behind you but you weren’t afraid. In fact, you were mesmerized by the atmosphere of the mansion. From the outside the mansion looked preserved like a fine piece of art in a high-surveillance museum: cold and unwelcoming and way out of your price range. But on the inside, it felt...warm and bright. It felt like home. It smelled of cinnamon and freshly baked bread.

You walked through the entryway and found everything illuminated by candle light. There was no indication of light from the outside. It was almost as if the real goings-on were hidden from the outside world.  

There were shoes at the entrance. You took your boots off to not track dirt into the residence. Winter coats were hung up on the coat rack. You hang your coat up as well. There was a half-full cup of tea that was beside the sofa of the sitting room. You admired the interior: the expansive first floor library, the dining room table that sat seven, the pristine kitchen area, the music room...

As you stood in the doorway of the music room, you heard the sounds of a violin playing a somber but sweet melody. Rather than grow alarmed, you longed to find the source, thinking that whatever it was could only bring you joy.

The music room was massive, with a skylight in the shape of a spade on the ceiling. The sunset colors of the sky never looked more stunning than they did at that moment.  A grand piano lay at the center. You longed to touch it but something inside you warned you against it. Instruments of all kinds were splayed across the area. But there was no violin in sight.

When you turned around to continue exploring the mansion, that was when you found the source of the music.

A boy about your age stood before you with his violin rested against his collarbone. He continued to play as he smiled knowingly at you. He had straight brown hair that nearly fell into his warm brown eyes. He donned a black tuxedo that was more regal than modern. His eyes crinkled as he watched you, delighted to meet such a beautiful stranger.

You nearly jumped at his presence. “Who…are you?”

Quirking an eyebrow, he replied as he continued playing, “I should be asking you that. You’ve broken into our home.”

“Our?” You asked.

He shook his head. “What brings you here, miss?”

You knew you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to  but you couldn’t help it. This place called out to you and you’d hoped you could stay longer. But it looked like your time was up. You lamely said, “I…need to borrow your phone.”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to. What’s this ‘phone’ you speak of?” His refined voice was not like that of the locals. He sounded well-traveled, worldly. But definitely from a long time ago. 

The more you spoke to this young man, the more you realized that he didn’t sound like he lived in the same century as you.

You frowned. “You don’t know what a phone is? Come on, you’re kidding, aren’t you?”

He halted from playing and gave you a look. “Tell me. What is a phone?”

“…It’s a device that lets you speak to someone who isn’t with you…” You attempted an explanation that was as eloquent as possible, thinking that if you spoke in a more refined tone, he would get what you were saying. Where on earth could this boy have been from to not know what a phone is? He really sounded like someone from a century past.

“Like a medium?” He asked as he set his violin down in its case. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked slowly back to you. Your breathing stalled as his face was mere inches from yours. He was indeed very handsome. His high cheekbones. His glorious tan skin. A pearly white set of teeth. His legs were dangerously long as he faced you.

Your face warmed up and you hoped he couldn’t tell. You backed away as you locked your eyes on the piano instead. “No…It’s like if I were two miles away from here and you needed to get a hold of me, you could use a phone to contact me on another phone. It’s an electronic device.”

He nodded. “Oh, I’ve heard of those…My family and I could not acquire them, unfortunately.” His expression became sad, longing.

Hearing his defeated voice, you turned to him. “Oh, I’m sorry. Why is that?”

He looked at you, defeated. “I’d rather not say, miss…”

“Y/n,” you answered.

“Y/n,” he replied, liking the sound of your name.

“It’s okay,” you replied, “I should probably go…I’ve overstayed my welcome, sir….Your name?”

“Yangyang,” he answered, anticipating the sound of his name off of your lips.

“Yangyang…Would it be possible to get a ride back into town? I can pay you for your trouble.”

He smiled apologetically. “My sincerest apologies but I’ve no means to take you.”

“Oh…” It was all you could say.

You felt a small pang of worry at the pit of your stomach, especially now that night had fallen. Perhaps, you could make your way back into town if Yangyang offered you a torch. He would have that much, at the very least.

“It’s dangerous to go out on your own at this time of night, y/n…” He said, quietly. It was a little eerie that he read your mind at that moment.

“I know. I’m such a fool…I couldn’t borrow my father’s phone for the night so I have no way of calling anyone…I…just couldn’t help myself when I walked in here…” You said as you looked around the music room. “It was like…”

“Something pulled you in,” he finished.

“Yes, exactly.”

Yangyang began, “I know it’s out of turn for me to say this but I can offer you a room to stay in for the night…Then, you can make your way back into town in the morning.”

You were beyond lucky your parents weren’t home for the weekend. Otherwise, they’d be worried sick. But even so…How could you say yes to a total stranger? Even if you were only a few miles out of town, you didn’t know Yangyang. You didn’t know what his intentions could be.

Another part of you told you to trust him. Because what would you do in the woods at night? You couldn’t account for the wolves or the other creatures of the night. You didn’t know who else could linger in the woods.

As far as you could tell, Yangyang was an odd but attractive guy. And if he was offering a separate space for you to sleep in, then you should take it.

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There was a snowstorm in a matter of minutes when Yangyang escorted you upstairs. How odd for it to be snowing in early October, you thought. You rejoiced over how your jerk of a crush's party was a bust. You wondered if Sana and Dowoon made it home safely. You wondered if they worried about you now. After they left you in the middle of the road.

Maybe you should stop being friends with them. You felt like you were more disappointed in them with each passing week. You wondered when they would do something for you. It always seemed to fall on you to pick them up from parties and cover for them when their parents called your house when they went to a 21+ club. You just wanted a simple night in to watch a movie and share ghost stories. Maybe they didn’t want to do those things anymore.

You wouldn’t say they grew up but maybe...the three of you just grew apart.

You pushed thoughts of them to the back of your mind as Yangyang stood in front of an ornate door, decorated with flower engravings, painted in several colors. The initials at the bottom were “W.T.”.

Yangyang pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door for you. He handed the set of golden keys to you. “These are yours for the duration of your stay. You can trust no one will come in...Unless it be your wish, y/n.”

He dropped the keys into your hands. “Thank you,” you whispered.

Yangyang smiled. “You are welcome. Supper will be ready in an hour. I’ll come for you when it is time.”

You couldn’t look at him for too long without your eyes burning. He was too radiant. Too beautiful. Almost otherworldly. You looked down at your socks as you entered the room. You shut it gently behind you.

You locked the door from the inside, trusting that Yangyang gave you the only set. You took a sigh of relief as you took in the bedroom.

This had to be a mistake, you thought.

This had to be the master room. It felt like you were in a 19th century penthouse suite, if such a thing had existed. Your room for the night started with a fireplace and a sitting area. When you walked past it, you entered the study area that was bigger than the first floor of your house. You had a massive walk-in closet filled with gowns and shoes of every color. You even had a room full of fine jewelry on display, including tiaras studded with diamonds. Your mouth remained open as you walked through the “bedroom”.

You shouldn’t have access to any of these things. For they must have belonged to someone. Why would Yangyang let you sleep in here?

Lastly, as your heart couldn’t take anymore, the bedroom was plush and luxurious. The carpet embraced the soles of your feet. After resisting the urge to touch everything else in the bedroom, you allowed yourself to sit on the king-sized bed.

Sleeping in this bed would’ve compensated for all of the all-nighters you’ve pulled in your life. It was a shame you wouldn’t be able to sleep that night, though.

You were many things. Naive, innocent, studious, and quite impulsive at times. But you weren’t about to fall asleep in a stranger’s home.

Half an hour passed as you washed up and warmed up by the fireplace.

Yangyang knocked at your door. You thought it odd that he would be escorting you down himself. Shouldn’t he have servants, living in a place like this?

You opened the door and Yangyang stared at you in shock.

“What?” You frowned. You looked exactly the same as you did when you first met him, he realized.

“Were none of the gowns to your liking?” Yangyang asked, genuinely confused.

You did a double take. “What? Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly...Those aren’t mine. I don’t want to take advantage of your hospitality. No more than I already have.”

Yangyang was stunned at your decision. He thought you would have tried on all of the dresses in the past half hour and don the diamond tiara with golden accents...But no...The suite he’d given you was relatively untouched. You were certainly a woman of your word. You would’ve looked stunning in the red sleeveless dress, he thought. He snapped out of it and said, “No matter. You had the option...That’s why I gave you this room. Everything within these mansion walls is at your disposal.”

You laughed. “You’ve done more than enough for me so don’t worry. Now...can we go eat? I really can’t turn down a meal.” You hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

Yangyang laughed at your candor. “Of course.”

As you walked down the grand wooden staircase, you could hear more people in the house. You heard chairs being pulled, laughter, clinking of glasses, and the piano being played.

You turned to Yangyang. “Who...”

Yangyang replied, “My brothers will be joining us for supper.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised. When you entered, you were shocked enough that Yangyang was there. Who knew more people resided here? Up until now, it was so quiet that you could probably hear a pin drop.

That, and Yangyang’s violin. Which you longed to hear again.

You felt quite underdressed upon meeting Yangyang’s brothers in the dining room, which boasted a lot of paintings and miniature statues to the men who stood before you. There was another grand piano in the dining area, where one of Yangyang’s brothers sat and played a lively piece. Three of the brothers were laughing about an anecdote that the tallest of the group told. The final two men sat as...to your surprise, servants finished setting the dining table, lighting the flames of the candles in the center. The servants’ dresses had turned up collars with plain neckties. Yangyang’s brothers all donned suits of dark reds, blues, and grays. They looked like members of a royal family.

At the sight of you, the music stopped and all of the men started moving towards you and Yangyang.

“Yangyang, an introduction is in order,” the pianist asked as he got up from his seat.

“Brothers, this is y/n. She is staying with us before she returns to town in the morning,” Yangyang said, the humor in his voice when he spoke with you vanished. He moved closer to you, you noticed.

The pianist asked for your hand and kissed it. “Enchanted to meet you, y/n. I am Wei Kun, the oldest of the Wei children.”

You coughed, a little shocked at how forward Kun was. It was a culture shock to you. Most boys thought they were too damn special to ever make eye contact with you.

You shook hands with the other brothers. They were all very happy to see you. But you couldn’t quite place what kind of joy it was so you remained on your toes.

“Please, sit,” Winwin said as he led you to the seat right next to the head of the table. Kun sat down at the head of the table and smiled at you. The rest of the brothers joined you.

The servants began to bring out the drinks and the first course. Ten was about to sit next to you when Yangyang immediately claimed the seat.

“Calm down, brother,” Ten said, “It won’t do you harm to let her sit beside someone other than you.”

Yangyang remained in his seat. “She is my guest.”

Ten chuckled as he sat across from you. “So y/n, what brings you to this neck of the woods?”

A servant poured a glass of water for you. “Thank you,” you replied and tried to meet her eyes.

The servant quickly turned away and headed to the kitchen, you assumed. That was odd.

“Well,” you continued, “My friends and I were going to a party in the woods. We got into a fight and I got out of the car that was on the road not too far from here…”

“A car?” Xiaojun frowned, his bold eyebrows furrowed. He took a bite of his salad.

So these men didn’t know phones or cars... “Oh...Well, they’re these machines that can transport people from place to place…”

“Like a carriage?” Yangyang offered.

“Ah.” The rest of the boys said in realization.

You nodded as you drank your water, “Yes, but it runs on gasoline.”

The boys were amazed at your tales about modern technology. You went into as much detail as you could about phones and cars. The boys were an odd bunch. It was almost as if they never left this house.

Although it seemed like that, they told you tales of their travels to Asia, South America, and Europe. They told you about their cultural expeditions and their visits to the natural wonders of the world. Ten, the painter of the family, motioned to the paintings you’d seen earlier. They were paintings of places like Machu Picchu, the Colosseum, and the Parthenon. They were paintings of the places they visited. They were so vivid and lifelike. Ten was an incredible painter. Talent ran in the family, that was a sure thing. You were as much in awe of their tales. You were thankful the spotlight wasn’t on you like you’d expected, being the sole stranger of this household.

You enjoyed the salad, the tomato soup, the roasted duck, and the dessert, which happened to be your favorite: strawberry shortcake.

“Would you care for another slice?” Yangyang asked in a whisper as the other boys talked. He noticed your face come alive at the first bite of the cake.

You nearly choked on the last bite of your slice. You must have looked gluttonous to him. You should’ve eaten slower, you thought. You must have not been very ladylike at that moment. You shook your head. “That’s alright. Thank you. Everything was delicious.”

Yangyang looked at you once again in confusion. You clearly wanted another slice so why weren’t you asking for it, he asked himself. “Very well…” He murmured.

Lucas got up from the table. “Well, Yangyang, the boys and I will retire early...Although we wish you would let us be in y/n’s company…”

Yangyang quickly replied, “Good evening, brothers.”

They all pouted but wished you a good evening.

You laughed. “Your brothers are a lot of fun.”

Yangyang scoffed. “That’s one word for them. The minute they caught wind that I had a visitor, they insisted on joining us for dinner. I am so sorry, y/n. You must have been overwhelmed.”

You shook your head. “It’s nice to know that it isn’t just you in this house.”

Yangyang was stunned at your words. You were so...kind. Thinking of others, always. Thinking of him, basically a total stranger. You were as kind as you were trusting. It made his heart ache.

He pulled your seat back for you. He offered his arm. “Are you tired?”

Exhausted, actually. But once again, you were in a stranger’s house. And now that you knew he wasn’t alone, you wanted to be more on guard.

“Nope...I am wide awake.” You smiled as you took his arm. He was warm to the touch. The electricity ran between both of you.

Yangyang laughed. “What would you like to do, y/n?”

“I’d like to hear you play,” you said.

He was shocked at your honesty. He liked when you expressed yourself honestly most of all.

It was the truth, you thought. Frankly, it was part of your ruse to stay up as late as possible but if Yangyang could keep you entertained, it would certainly help a lot.

And truly, you could listen to his violin for hours.

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Back in the music room, you sat on the couch, serving as Yangyang’s audience. He loosened his tie and took off his jacket, setting it aside on a chair. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

He warmed up his hands and fingers for a few minutes before he tuned the strings of his violin. His fingers were so elegant and slender. The veins of his arms protruded as he flexed his hands. He looked so focused and determined and just unbelievably beautiful. The violin was an extension of his heavenly hands. This was the most attractive he’d ever been. You bit your lip.

You told yourself to calm down, for he was a complete stranger.

Sure, up until this point, he gave you the bedroom of your dreams. A dinner that nearly brought you to tears from the flavor and comfort it gave you. And he was playing his beloved instrument for you...But you couldn’t get attached so quickly.

He couldn’t meet your gaze because the look in your eyes made him feel something he wasn’t prepared to acknowledge. Time had slipped quickly and his heart was deceiving him when it shouldn’t have.

“So...what will you be playing first?” You asked. How many songs could you get out of him before you both retired to your rooms?

Yangyang grinned excitedly. “An original I’ve been working on...I finished composing it today.”

“Really? Today?” You asked.

He gave you the knowing smile he had the moment you met him. “You helped me finish it.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m ready when you are.” You smiled, about to kick your legs up like an overly excited schoolgirl.

“The piece is called ‘Found’,” Yangyang said as he positioned his bow against the strings and began.

Yangyang was truly an otherworldly being, especially under the skylight. The snowstorm was long gone and only the moonlight shone down on him. His skin illuminated like porcelain. His sculpted face tilted as he immersed himself in his song.

You realized the song was the piece he played when you entered the music room the first time. The song was somber at first. The notes were low and left you feeling down. Yangyang’s face was so melancholic at the start of the song. However, as he continued, the notes became lighter and freer, picking up towards the end, signifying hope. Your heart swayed with each three-note chord he played.

You weren’t entirely sure of the story behind the song but meeting you must not have been a low point of his day.

You clapped for Yangyang. “I loved it! It’s...too beautiful to be called merely beautiful...You are so talented.”

Yangyang’s cheeks were now a rosy pink. He bowed for you. “Thank you.”

You laughed giddily. You wished you could’ve recorded this performance, you longed to keep it with you for the rest of your life.

Yangyang continued playing his original pieces. He was truly gifted in his craft. His compositions were nothing to sneeze at. He should be a world-famous musician with all of the work he’d done.

As he played, he would meet your eyes and give you a little smile. You could watch him for hours. He could play for you for hours.

You two were in this perfect little bubble, then. Reality didn’t take effect. It was divine.

Yangyang’s hands grew tired and after his last song, he sat beside you.

“You look sleepy, y/n,” he noted, “Did my performance actually bore you?” He mocked taking offense.

You fought a yawn but couldn’t let it escape you so turned away from him. You lifted a finger and told him to wait.

You let out a yawn, trying not to be noisy. Yes, you were tired. A long day at school, a falling out with your friends, and an evening at the Wei Mansion did its number on you.

You faced Yangyang again. “I’m wide awake.”

Yangyang lifted an eyebrow in skepticism. “Perhaps you would like  something to drink?”

You nodded. “Something warm...Would hot cocoa be possible?”

“Absolutely. It’s a staple at this household this time of year,” he said.

He offered his hand to you and you took it. Both of you were taken aback by how immediate you were to hold hands but neither of you let go as Yangyang led you into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, he tended to you. The servants were nowhere in sight. The mansion felt like it had when you first came in: empty.

It felt like you two were the only people in this house, a world in itself.

He poured you a cup of cocoa he made and you were in love. The cocoa tasted amazing. You drank it slowly, savoring every sip.

You shivered a little from the cold that creeped into the mansion. Yangyang left for a moment and returned with a blanket. He wrapped it around you.

It was plush and made of the softest material you could ever imagine. If you snuggled too much against it, you would fall asleep right then and there.

But your energy started picking up again...It must have been the cocoa.

“We can go into the library...I’ll start up the fire.” Yangyang offered as he drank his cup of cocoa.

It seemed Yangyang was eager to stay awake with you, you thought.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked.

He looked up from his cup. “What?”

“You don’t have to force yourself to stay up with me. I’m the one who can’t sleep.”

Yangyang knew you were keeping yourself awake on purpose. He knew you didn’t completely trust him or this house. Slowly, however, you opened yourself up to him and he was quite fond of you. He wanted to be by your side for the night. He didn’t know why exactly but he just did.

He met your gaze. “I hope it is not too forward of me to say this...But I want to remain at your side.”

You looked down, flattered at his words. Then, you mustered your courage and met his unwavering stare. “Okay.”

The truth was, you felt safer with Yangyang. And you couldn’t lie to yourself: you liked him. He was kind, attentive, charming, and a wonderful musician. The moment you met him made you forget all of your troubles...if only for a moment.

You two walked into the dome-shaped library. It was bigger than any commercial bookstore. You wondered how old the family’s collection was.

Yangyang started the fire at the fireplace by the reading couches. He motioned for you to take a seat.

You sat down and nearly sank into the couch. It was so comfortable. You were living in the lap of luxury.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Yangyang asked.

You laughed. “Yeah...why?”

“Your eyes rolled to the back of your head,” he said, smiling confusedly.

You laughed again. “It’s because this couch is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever sat on.”

Yangyang smiled and shook his head. “The simplest things please you.”

“Nothing about this house is simple,” you said.

He shook his head, smiling at you and picked up a book off of the shelf. He scanned the title and the summary. “What do you like to read, y/n?”

You answered, “Horror.”

Yangyang’s eyes widened. “Really?”

You nodded. “Yes. I like the suspense and the kinds of creatures the writers come up with.”

Yangyang was wrong to assume you were a romance kind of girl. He’d hoped to woo you with some Shakespeare. He took it in stride and put the book he had back on the shelf. He took a rolling step ladder and positioned it farther away from you. He got up on the steps and picked up another book off the shelf.

“It’s called ‘The Mysterious Mansion’,” he said, biting back a laugh.

“How fitting,” you said, laughing.

You and Yangyang shared a couch as you took turns reading to each other. The story was dark and twisted but got your heart racing.

Well, maybe Yangyang’s being so close to you may have had something to do with it.

The hours pass and you finish off the last page. Yangyang leaned against the other end of the couch and simply watched you. He loved the sound of your voice and the way it cracked.

He gave you a glass of water to relax your voice. He loved how your eyes scanned word for word. The crease between your eyes as you interpreted the author’s words. But you kept on reading aloud. He’d read “The Mysterious Mansion’ several times but this time was his favorite reread.

You could hear Yangyang talk forever when you heard him read the passages. His voice was soothing and full of wonder. The grin on his face right before he read a twist to the story. The crinkle of his nose when he laughed at your reactions. He’d become a friend.

A friend you wanted to kiss.

This was the most fun you’d ever had. This cold October night with this enchanting young man. You kinda wished it would never end but you were still resolved to...Stay...awake…

Your eyes grew heavy and you curled yourself against the couch. You pulled the blanket tighter around you.

Yangyang realized you were drifting. He quickly moved over to you and shook you awake.

You two had stayed up all night and it was nearing daybreak. And he had to move fast.

“Y/n!” He yelled to wake you up.

You grumbled. “What?”

“Please wake up. You need to leave right now,” Yangyang demanded.

You rubbed your eyes and snapped out of it. How the hell did you almost fall asleep, you fool, you thought to yourself. The alarm in Yangyang’s voice also was a cause for concern. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

He shook his head rampantly. “There’s no time to explain. Do you have everything?”

You nodded. “I have to get my coat and boots at the entrance.”

Yangyang grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the entrance. You put your coat and boots on. Yangyang did the same and he nearly dragged you out the door. You quickly moved down the staircase and set foot on the dewy grass. Yangyang kept his foot on the last step of the staircase.

The sky overhead was mostly black but shades of oranges, pinks, and red were breathing through. Dawn was imminent.

That was when you realized you had no mittens. You’d left them in the bedroom.

Yangyang noticed your bare hands. He pulled off his royal blue mittens and slipped them onto your hands.

“You don’t have to-“ You started.

“I want you to have them. A fair trade. Yours for mine?” He smiled.

He squeezed your hands before he let them go.

“Thank you...for tonight, Yangyang,” you said. Even though it was through the weather and the night that you had no other choice, you had a magical night with a boy who was so wonderful, he must’ve been out of a classic novel. He’d treated you like a friend and listened to you: about what you wanted to do and what you liked. You’d wished you could’ve gotten to know him more but you appreciated that he listened to you attentively.

You were sad the night had ended but you’d succeeded in staying up nearly the whole night at least. You were meant to leave now. You’d overstayed your welcome and you needed to get home. That was the most important thing.

Yangyang moved closer to you and moved some hair away from your face. He touched your cheek with the back of his hand. Once again, you both did something with no thought.

You got up on the staircase and kissed him. He pulled you in to deepen the kiss. He picked you up off the ground as he continuously took your breath away.

But as quickly as this piece of utter bliss started, it quickly ended.

He let you go and set you down on the grass. “Goodbye, y/n.”

“Goodbye, Yangyang.” As you walked into the forest, you turned back once more and watched as Yangyang stood there, his face unreadable.

You waved at him and his expression softened as he waved back.

You laughed as you turned back now and kept on moving. The path to the main road took a little longer than expected because it was still dark. However, the sun rose before you knew it and you were able to see the main road again.

And you were shocked to find several people on the main road. Cop cars were parked off the side of the road. A news reporter for Channel 23 News could be heard saying.

“It is Day 8 into the search for y/n y/l/n. She was last seen on this road, Road 116 by her friends and has not returned home. If you have seen y/n or have any information that can help our police force find her, please call the number on the screen: 1-800-RES-CUES. Again, that’s 1-800-RES-CUES.”

Dowoon and Sana were being interviewed by another news station.

Dowoon was on the brink of tears, his eyes stained red. “This is all our fault.”

Choking on her tear, Sana continued, “We shouldn’t have left her on the road...We thought she went home...We were so stupid…”

What the hell was going on?

You walked into the road and several people turn to you in shock. They gasped and screamed your name.

Your parents broke out of the crowd of people that has accumulated. “Y/n!” They both yell.

They run up to you and wrap their arms around you, weeping hysterically.

Your mom yelled, “Y/n, where have you been? My baby!”

Your dad held your face in his hands, “What happened to you? Are you alright?”

You were shocked at their reaction. “What are you guys doing here? I thought you guys were in New York until tomorrow.”

Your parents, not letting you go, gave each other a meaningful look.

Your mom’s eyebrows furrowed. “Tomorrow? Y/n, we came back a week ago.”

You laughed in disbelief. “No, you guys left Friday morning, yesterday morning.”

Your dad shook his head. “Y/n, you’ve been missing for a week now.”

You laughed again. “No...You guys are messing with me.”

But then you looked around at all of the worried looks on the people’s faces. The police officers came right over. You even saw Dowoon and Sana sobbing not too far from Sana’s car.

“You guys...I stayed in a mansion not too far from here for the night because of the snow…”

“What mansion? What snow?” Your parents asked in unison.

You darted your eyes to everyone else and whispered to them. “Come with me.”

“Y/n, we need to get you home…” Your mom pleaded.

You shook your head. “I need to show you where I was and that I wasn’t in danger.”

“Y/n, we should tell the police-” Your father offered.

“No!” You snapped. “Please trust me. He didn’t do anything to me. He’s my friend.”

At the mention of “he”, your parents were up in arms and motioned for the police to come over.

“We will go with you, y/n…” Your mom said.

She meant that they’ll go with you if you have a police escort.

You shook your head and led the party to the mansion. You couldn’t believe this. Missing for seven days? That was impossible. You’d only been gone for the night. How could anyone have known you’d been gone? Your parents were away.

Once you got out of the forest to the Wei mansion, you saw that there was no mansion. Only an abandoned cabin.

What?

“Is this where you were detained, y/n?” Police Officer A asked.

“I was not detained. This isn’t the mansion I-”

“A mansion?” Everyone looked at you skeptically.

You entered the cabin, knowing that everything you believed in was slipping through your fingers. Tears quickly ran down your cheeks. The cabin was shabby, the furniture inside covered in dust. It had been unlived in for quite some time.

“Y/n!” Your parents yelled.

The police rushed in after you and Police Officer B held you back. “Let me go!” You demanded.

“It’s dangerous.”

The police officers searched the entire cabin three times over and came up with nothing. “There is no trace of anyone having been here for years,” Police Officer A said.

Well, of course not, this wasn’t the mansion that you stayed at.

Clearly, the more time passed, the more concerned everyone looked. It was possible you heard the words “rehab” and “therapy” and “mental break” thrown around.

You had to calm down. You knew you weren’t crazy. You knew it because you wore Yangyang’s gloves.

Yangyang.

Where is he? Where were his brothers? Where was the Wei mansion?

Police Officer B released you and you browsed the area. Your parents trailed behind you. You entered one of the bedrooms, encased in dust. You sneezed and found a chest with a lock on it. The chest was engraved with the letter “W” at the center. 

You recognized the engraving. It was the same handwriting from the bedroom door in the Wei Mansion. Your bedroom door...The keys.

You remembered you still had them in your pocket. It was a long shot but you pulled them out. You placed the key inside of the lock and opened the chest.

You found seven porcelain dolls. The dolls were more sophisticated than any doll sold at the local stores. They were almost lifelike. The way their eyes and lips were drawn. Each doll bared a striking resemblance to the Wei brothers. You could see them all: Kun, Ten, Winwin, Lucas, Xiaojun, Hendery, and…

Yangyang.

The last doll was definitely Yangyang. The doll held a toy violin and wore…

Your ruby red mittens.

Fin.

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Epilogue.

Yangyang sat in the music room alone, holding on tightly to your red mittens.

Hendery charged into the room. His brothers trailed behind. “You fool! Why did you let her go?”

Yangyang shrugged. “I’ve had it.”

“What are you talking about?” Xiaojun demanded. “You were smitten with her. She was clearly enamored with you.”

Kun laughed. “It’s because he’s in love with her.”

All of the boys looked at their oldest brother, confused. Yangyang avoided their stares.

“You changed your mind,” Kun murmured.

Yangyang sighed, “She was not like-”

Winwin rolled his eyes. “Please do not give us the story of ‘she was not like other girls’. She seduced you and you let her go. You fell for her game. She outsmarted you.”

Yangyang snapped. “Do not test me, brother.”

Ten interjected. “Okay, okay, everyone needs to calm down...We are just curious...Why? She could have stayed here with us forever...With you forever.”

Yangyang didn’t want to speak to them. Every moment that passed, he missed you more. “She did not wear the jewels or the dresses...She left everything untouched. She did not come to us because she sought material possessions. She wanted a friend…”

Lucas laughed. “How pathetic.”

Yangyang groaned. “You lot would not understand…”

“Do not act like you are better than us, little brother,” Kun began condescendingly.

“I am not-”

“You think you’re better than us because you let a prisoner go this time, do you not? Well, let me bring you back to reality. Our spirits are confined into those tacky porcelain dolls...So what do we do to ease ourselves? We bring people into this realm to reside with us. Materialistic, selfish, and vain people. Y/n is no different from the rest of them.”

“Shut up,” Yangyang muttered.

The rest of the boys were stunned to silence but Kun heard him clearly. “Repeat that, Yangyang. You know the consequences.”

Yangyang got up and shoved your mittens in his pockets. “Shut up, Kun.”

Kun smiled and laughed. The other boys faked laughter so as not to upset Kun even more. His smile quickly faded as he punched Yangyang to the ground.

Kun gave Yangyang a harsh beating and the rest of the brothers watched. No one dared to step in and upset Kun even further. Yangyang couldn’t blame his brothers. Besides, he wanted this. He wanted to feel a pain other than the pain of missing you. 

He may have been damned for the rest of eternity but he was thankful to have met you. You proved to him that not everyone could be consumed by the deadly sins, as he and his brothers had. You were an angel that gave you a moment of compassion, of affection. And for that he would always be thankful.

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Come back tomorrow the third installment in our Halloween Series! :) 

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The Kiss (MLQC Lucien)

Character(s): Lucien x female MC Rating: Mature Warnings: Profanity, allusions to intercourse.  Please avoid if you’re allergic to parodies LOL Author’s Note: Now I know that I’m not the only Lucien stan out there bemoaning the fact that Lord Luci and MC aren’t sucking face in the gorgeous new karma that hit the CN server (pls see above).  So of course, I had to do something about it. This one is dedicated to Paper Games 😂

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“I suppose…”

Eyes darken beneath the sweep of lashes, delicate like the wings of a butterfly.  Her breath quickens, barely perceptible.

“…this is the part where we kiss?”

Her words still echo in his mind when Lucien angles his head, as if fitting his lips to hers.  He contemplates that beautiful face: the petal pink of her cheeks, blooming like the unfurling rose of her mouth — parted in subtle invitation, enticing like the ripest fruit.

Muscles tensing beneath the stretch of his shirt, Lucien moves closer, fighting to maintain some semblance of control despite the brush of her thighs against his hips as they opened for him, the hem of her pretty gingham dress rising until it bunched at the waistband of his khakis.

“You know that’s impossible,” he says, trying to keep his breath even though his heart faltered to see the way her eyes dimmed, a curtain of disappointment falling over her features.  “Paper Games…they won’t allow it.”

“But why?!  Why not?  Why can’t they just let you and me—”

“My little fool.  Have you forgotten?  They know my fans are built for torture, that they love nothing more than agonizing over what could’ve been.”

She lowers her head, strands of hair falling into her eyes.  The arms around his neck loosen.  And when she finally speaks, her voice is a whisper.  Downtrodden.  

“You’re right.”  

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Bathed in golden sunlight filtering through a lush tangle of vines, the only thing that anchored these star-crossed lovers to an existence outside of their own little world was the sound of Lucien’s watch, counting down the hours until she’d find herself with another hero, their moment of intimacy immortalized in yet another karma like she hadn’t just been in the professor’s arms.

“They know that you and I, butterfly, we just…desire each other so badly that even the simplest, most innocuous moments become extraordinary, our every move interpreted through the lens of innuendo.  That we are only ever just one tiny step away from tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking with wild abandon regardless of where we are and who’s watching.  Paper Games knows this to be true and so this is something we are…”

Lucien swallows.  The bob of his prominent Adam’s apple attracts her gaze.

“…denied.”

He looks at her looking at him, the desolate princess caught in the strong arms of her dark prince.  Feels her every movement within the cage of his body — the rise and fall of her chest, becoming increasingly rapid as her eyes grew half-lidded with lust, the girl inching forward until her satin panties pressed against the swelling bulge of his fly.

Oh fuck it.

Lucien had meant to be gentle.  Meant to be satisfied with the mere touch of her lips on his to sustain him for whichever torturous karma he was to be found in next.  But then she moaned into his mouth and suddenly, he was on fire, burning with the urge to delve even deeper with his tongue, every single one of his clever movements made with the intent of drawing out more:

More of the flush that brightened her chest, her skin visible through the loosened top of her dress.

More of the hands raking down his back, digging so hard Lucien was sure she would leave marks through clothing.

More of their arousal, commingled scents rising like waves of heat, the lovers clinging to each other like this moment was their last.

Still, it wasn’t enough.  It is never enough.  So they don’t stop.  Palm to palm and fingers interlaced, lips, teeth and tongue meet over and over again, pushing the boundary of what little affection they were allowed further and further until they collapse, sliding down the windowpane at her back, breathless and entwined in embrace.

And there, as she stared up into dark eyes as mesmerizing as the sky above was bright, the lovers carved out a moment of romance all to themselves, content in the knowledge that even if Paper Games were to cockblock…

….they would always have fanfiction.

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Ex-girlfriend | Miya Atsumu

Category: crack, fluff

Warning: profanities

1.4k words; just Miya Atsumu feeding his fans with his “girlfriend”

The link to the “interview” is a ridiculously high-quality cover of Colde singing Nabi Bobet Tau. It’s great, have a listen. The second one is “Lovestruck” also by Colde.

Lmao did you guys see the interview Atsumu did

Okay so I was just chilling on my couch, flicking through channels to see what’s fun and guess who I see. Getting interviewed. With his incredibly red “girlfriend” by his side. (In hindsight it could be because of the winter cold but listening to Atsumu, he’s probably the main cause) And feeding us for the next 2 months while MSBY doesn’t have any interviews or appearances.

Bruh the reporter who had the fortune of randomly meeting them, what’s the power to your luck I want them secrets. I need them secrets.

But honestly, I was in a shitty mood all day and his interview made my mood lift up. If you guys wanna see the interview, it’s here.

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LMAO HE SAID “THIS IS MY EX-GIRLFRIEND” ON LIVE CAMERA SHE LOOKED SO MORTIFIED AND I WAS SCREAMING LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK YOU BROKE UP ATSUMU WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BEG FOR HER TO STAY” THEN HE RAISED HIS HAND UP I SAW THE RING I CAN’T BREATHE

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WHEN SHE SAID “Please stop introducing me to everyone like that” IN THE MOST EMBARRASSED VOICE LIKE BOY NOT GONNA LIE YOU HAD US IN THE FIRST HALF

AND IT WAS SO CUTE HOW SHE WAS SO RED AND HER REACTION WHEN SHE REALISED IT WAS LIVE. IT’S A MEME NOW I CALLED IT

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Did you see her eyes when he started saying all the soft shit they do together? She was staring off into the distance like she gave up everything but she smiled so cutely when he looked back at her like a puppy. This is what I’m talking about. This shit is my life source. I need me an Atsumu. I need me some romance. 

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“What would be different when you’re married?”

“Not much, but now I can use the ‘But I’m your husband’ card whenever I wanna hug!” BOY WHY ARE YOU SO PURE WHEN IT COMES TO HER WHY CAN’T YOU BE LIKE THAT IN YOUR MATCHES THE DUALITY OF THIS MAN

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DUDE HE FUCKING SAID THAT WE STAN THE BIGGEST SIMP PLEASE NEVER BREAK UP I AM BEGGING YOU!! FEED ME WITH THIS SOFT SHIT THIS IS WHAT GETS ME GOING

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They’re so goddamn cute… Are there more clips of them together or anything like that?

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There’s this page where people just dish whenever they see them together outside. It’s basically a massive collection of Atsumu being a lovesick fool for his now-fiancée. Here’s the link. 

Going out

Apparently his girlfriend worked for MSBY and he fell in love with her. But they had some kind of a bullshit “no dating people affiliated with the team” rule or something so he counted down the days until her year-long contract was over.

And everyone was basically rooting for them since they were super obvious and they officially started dating at the small party on her last day. I think there’s like a super grainy video of them hugging for the entire party. And like, she fits into his embrace perfectly like damn what a match I wish my boyfriend hugged me like that.

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SHIT IT’S FIANCÉE NOW I CAN’T BELIEVE BE HAPPY YOU FUCKING CUTIES I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH

Café AU

I own a café and Atsumu comes regularly with his girlfriend. She always orders the chocolate waffle combo which is a plateful of waffles topped off with oreo crumbles and chocolate sauce and a milkshake. But Atsumu doesn’t like sweet things so he just watches her the entire time. You know the “chin rested on hand, leaning onto the table and looking at their significant other like the rest of the world doesn’t exist” move? Yeah, imagine that times 2,000. Then square it. And even then you won’t come close to how lovestruck he is for her.

And whenever she looks up from her waffles, he just grins and asks her if it’s nice in the sweetest voice like. You can make those types of voices??? I thought my ears were malfunctioning for a second. 

They’re just really cute and make me happy whenever I see them. I’m pretty sure a lot of my regulars also support them as well. 

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So they’re getting married!! Ugh I swear I’m going to give them extra food as my way of saying congratulations the next time they come around.

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Wait, are you the owner of ChatNoir Café? Like the one Atsumu uploads onto his Insta all the time??

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That’s me! Yeah, thanks to him I’m getting more and more business everyday. You fans are so amazing I even made a deal for you guys. 

Atsumu just uploaded a video of him going through his new house. There is literally nothing in it other than bare essentials lmao. Hopefully they have similar taste in furnitures because I don’t think Atsumu’s going to back down on his decisions.

Insta upload

Atsumu just uploaded a video of him going through his new house. There is literally nothing in it other than bare essentials lmao. Hopefully they have similar taste in furnitures because I don’t think Atsumu’s going to back down on his decisions.

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Nah, man. He’s always going to back down for her. You know how a lot of couples break up during the preparation for the wedding because they realised they’re too stubborn and get into fights? I was fearing that happening for Atsumu but then the match incident happened and I realised. This guy is whipped for her. Properly whipped. He’s never going to break up with her.

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What’s the match incident?

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It’s probably on YouTube, just search “Atsumu kneeling”.

It was a match where he did a spike which bounded off the opponent blocker’s arm and somehow went straight to her face. I was nearby her and my heart literally leapt into my throat when I saw it. She reacted fast enough and blocked it with her hand, but you should really watch the video to hear the sound. It’s somehow still so strong even after hitting the blocker (powerful boi)

Anyway he immediately ran to her to check up on the damage and literally broke down when he saw her skin turning red. He later said she gets bruises easily and that this left one which persisted for like, 3 months. 

She kept saying it was fine and that’s it’s not his fault, but he knelt in front of her to show how sorry he was. In front of everyone. Like, everyone. I couldn’t see one person who wasn’t watching him. And everyone’s jaw was on the floor because holy shit this guy’s kneeling here. I couldn’t believe it and I was standing right there. 

The coach eventually came to take him back and sent her to the infirmary to get the hand checked out, but she said something to Atsumu first which revived him. He never told us what it was but apparently it’s something really good since he got like, 10 services aces after that.

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Lovesick Atsumu for the win

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LOVESICK ATSUMU FOR THE WIN SAY IT LOUDER SO EVERYONE CAN HEAR

Drawing upload

Atsumu has uploaded yet another painting of him done by his fiancée and it is honestly amazing how someone has that much talent. Like, she’s pretty, probably has the patience and kindness of a God because she’s able to deal with Atsumu, artistic and adorable. Lady, what don’t you have??

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I know right??? How are you so amazing please stop being so perfect and live like the rest of us plebeians down on Earth. How will I ever get a girlfriend when you’re everything I dream for??

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I can imagine her painting and decorating the whole house while Atsumu trails behind her like a loyal puppy. Am I weird if I say I can see in front of my eyes how he’ll carry everything around and lean down for head pats while saying he deserves them for being good. Anyone else think this? No? Just me? Alright then.

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YEAHHHH JOIN THE “ATSUMU IS FOREVER WHIPPED AND WE HAVE EVIDENCE” CLUB EVERYONE IS WELCOME!! In my 2 years of following this man I never thought that someone able to control him would appear but here she is. Our goddess. 

My only wish is for them to love each other and grow old. And hopefully update us on bits of their sweet and fluffy lives.

[crazy-loca-blog]

Personal thoughts on Open Heart Second Year, Chapter 20

Note: As the title says, these are just personal opinions on Choices books and chapters. Of course, you may agree or disagree with them, I only use this platform to express my thoughts on what I read every week and what I’d like to see in the next chapters, because none of my friends play Choices so I have no one to comment the books with.

That’s a wrap! I can’t believe Book 2 is over. And just like everyone, I didn’t know how I felt about the final chapter of the book… until I started writing this… and I had a realization just as our MC did (of course, this led me to write this post from scratch like three times!). You know… it wasn’t brilliant, but it wasn’t a bad ending… I’d say it was pretty correct… and maybe even better than we think it was. Let me show you why:

At the very beginning, I had this kind of bittersweet feeling, just like everyone else. But then I replayed the chapter a few times to try different options and routes, and I started noticing that the writers made some amazing job paying attention to many of the little details we got to see throughout the book and finding a way to put them all into the final chapter. Everything was a lesson, everything made sense and everything almost everything got a closure… and that’s just some awesome writing, guys. Trust me, I had a long list of complaints, but by now, my only complaint is that the chapter was way too short.

Let’s begin with the main issue of this chapter: Leland Bloom and the check. I had the same question as the MC for a whole week. Why would the man give a billion dollar check to a second year resident? And with the sneak peek it kind of hit me: Leland not only was trying to buy Edenbrook, he was also trying to buy us… because for him, it’s always about money. I could even see our MC going through the same dilemma that Jackie faced with Panacea. And I have this gut feeling that what we decided to do with the check may have an impact in Book 3.

To be honest, at first I didn’t pay much attention to the scenes with Sienna, Aurora and Elijah. Even though I have to admit I missed Kyra on this set of dialogs, I was glad to see that the writers gave us some time alone with them and I loved how different their answers were. However, I saw them as some kind of filler content… like “oh, we need to add an extra conversation with our friends because it’s the final chapter”.

The same applies to our LIs. At first, I didn’t know if asking our LIs for advice was a good idea unless you’re romancing Ethan (based on the fact that he’s also our mentor and the only person who knows Leland Bloom as much as we do). I would have even added Naveen and Harper to this set of dialogs, as this was more a professional thing than a personal issue and they would have surely given our MC a great piece of advice (especially Naveen!).

But then, it hit me. This wasn’t just a set of random conversations. Instead, the writers made an amazing job mixing the storylines of every one of our friends and LIs with the conversation about the check and Leland Bloom, and that led to different realizations based on who you chose to talk to. That was simply brilliant and it reminded me why I love this series so much… nothing on these books is written at random. Everything has a purpose and sooner or later, it always clicks.

Based on the same premise, can we talk about how our story with Esme seemed to be coming full circle? No matter how your relationship with her ended (at least not yet), we finished our story with her right where we started: healing her wounds. However, there is something that is kind of bothering me. During our conversation, Esme told us that Leland had reached an agreement with Levi’s family, so the lawsuit wasn’t a problem anymore. And here we go again. We know that Leland isn’t the type of person who does things just to help people… and now I can’t help wondering if he may have found a new ally in Esme. Will she keep the secondary role she got in Book 2 or will she become a more important character in Book 3?

Another cycle that was closed during this chapter was Kyra’s. I’m so glad that she was finally declared cancer-free (can we just stop for a moment and give Bryce the credit he deserves for this? PB didn’t do it, so we should!), but it kind of shocked me to see her go and realize we won’t be seeing her in Book 3, especially because she is part of our gang now. Her departure really got me wondering if this is PB’s way to prepare us for the final goodbye in Book 3. I’m also wondering what the writers have planned for Rafael. After all he went through, I’d really like to see him back in Edenbrook… but not as a paramedic. I know he said he wouldn’t go back to hospital life, but after all the physical therapy he got, I think this would actually be a great job for him. He loves to help people (and that’s something he won’t get rid of easily because it’s his nature), he loves exercising and, at the same time, he needs to calm down and take life slowly. I don’t know about you guys, but after all the complaints to have him back, and now that he’s finally fine, I need to have him around!

As per the romance with our LIs, please don’t laugh at me, but I think PB decided to ground us all. For a whole book this fandom has been so focused on “fighting” over LIs, that I can imagine the OH writers saying something like “You know what? Enough! Let’s remind them who is in charge of the narrative here!”… and that’s how they fooled us all.

However, if you’re romancing Bryce, Ethan or Rafael (sorry Jackie stans, maybe it’s because of the path I read, but I don’t feel the same about that relationship), they certainly gave us all those “we’re in a real relationship” vibes at the party… and at the private party as well. By now, I think there are some things that go without saying, and even though we’re probably not getting the content we thought we would have, things look very official to me. Sometimes you just don’t need words, you need actions, and those three guys have shown our MC all their love through them. Every piece of advice, every conversation, every small detail, even in the sex scenes you may see there has been an evolution… and I’m not talking about how kinky things became, but about what’s behind it… you can definitely see two people who trust each other, who feel confident about what they have, and who look like people in love. But of course, they won’t say those three words yet. I’ve always felt like PB is very respectful of the timing (not only in OH, but in their books in general), so I wouldn’t imagine them saying “ILY” right now, especially because after all the ups and downs of the plot, things are just starting to take their final shape for Book 3. But if I go back to the final 30 diamond scenes in Book 1 and compare them to the ones we got in Book 2, Chapter 20, you can safely say the relationships with all three male LIs are at a whole new level now.

Finally, one of the things that worried us the most was the insane amount of subplots this book had. Did they manage to give closure to all of them? Let’s see:

Aurora Emery: For a whole book, Aurora felt like she was “the lesser Emery”. We went back to college with her and we got to know about her struggles to make friends. Finally, she found her own closure in Chapter 17, after having an amazing heart to heart conversation with her aunt. So yes, her subplot did have a closure.

Sienna Trinh: Our sweetheart spent two whole books involved in toxic relationships: first, with her boyfriend, and then, with Mitch, her intern. Even though she only recognized the toxicity of her second relationship, I’m glad that she’s finding peace after losing Danny and I’m hoping for her to have an awesome Book 3 just because she deserves it. But yes, her subplot did have a closure.

Elijah Greene: Our boy was the first character who made it safe to Book 3. He had some issues when trying to keep boundaries with Sothy, his intern, and it seems our choice to help him or not, actually had an impact on the relationship between them both and in Sothy’s performance as an intern. So yes, his subplot definitely did have a closure.

Jackie Varma: Her conflict with Panacea was fully addressed in the Vegas chapter. However, we still don’t know if having her name in the list of doctors who received money will have some long-term effect. Will this be a topic they’ll rekindle in Book 3? I have a gut feeling that this might be one of the subplots that was carried to Book 3. So no, I’d say her subplot didn’t have a closure.

Bryce Lahela: The Lahela siblings subplot was one of my favorites of Book 2. Keiki is an awesome teenager, and seeing Bryce growing so much as a character was a delight and it made me really proud. He sacrificed everything for his sister, to the point he even swallowed his pride and talked to his parents to ask for help. So I’m glad to say that yes, this subplot had its happy ending and found its proper closure.

Rafael Aveiro: Book 2 was a such a self-discovery journey for Rafael. As I said last week, I think he was a mess the whole book, and I don’t think this had to do with the writing, but actually with the fact that, before the incident, he was questioning his life and everything he loved (even his feelings for our MC). The incident not only was a “rebirth” for him, it gave him a whole new perspective on life and it challenged him through his recovery process. Did he find closure? I don’t think so. Only the incident had a closure, his existential problems still have a long way to go.

Ethan Ramsey: Ethan had two face not only one, but two conflicts. The first one was personal: not only his mom returned after abandoning him 25 years ago… he had to deal with the fact that she was an addict. So even though it seems like everything was solved after he left her at the rehab center, I don’t think this is the last time we’ll see Louise, as there are some things that were left like hanging (for example, who was she talking on the phone when we first met her?). So… did this subplot have a closure? Probably yes, but I’m not a 100% sure. Then we had his professional conflict: the money problems were never about the money, but about being loyal to Naveen’s mission. Was this solved? Absolutely yes! It only took him a conversation with Naveen to realize that he could carry his mission wherever he goes.

Esme Ortega: Esme probably got the worst part when it comes to subplots. She actually had two of them and I don’t think any of them was properly solved. The first one was the harassment she suffered when we first met her. The “closure” was treating the guy for a serious illness, talking to him and then leaving the incident behind… or diagnosing him with dementia so he had to quit his job? I mean… really? And then we have Levi’s case. Sure, everything was properly solved after Leland Bloom and Levi’s family reached an understanding and avoided the lawsuit… but we’ll never know if she actually did it, won’t we? Where is the “resident-intern” confidentiality we talked about in Chapter 7? Sorry, but this is a HUGE NO for me.

I know there are some things I might be missing now, but I’m actually saving them for a future post. As per Book 3, my bet is that we’ll be having a new release in February, just to keep in line with the releases of the first two books. Will Book 3 be the last one of the series? Honestly… I don’t know. I know the series is supposed to be about our three-year residency, but now I have some doubts. First of all, medical drama is a topic where you can constantly add new content without necessarily repeating the formula. Also, the fact that was mentioned that Bryce’s residency lasts 4 years instead of three is kind of giving me some hope of a fourth book. Finally, let’s face it: Open Heart and The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir are currently the most successful series for PB. And after seven books, it’s time for the TRR gang to take a break. Maybe it’s time for Open Heart to pick up the slack.

Our MC: Even though I don’t think our MC had a plot that needed to find closure, the book certainly left us some uncertainties about their story. And the most important one is the lack of PTSD after the incident. Well… let me tell you that maybe not everything is lost. I was so curious about it that I actually did some research. And guess what? There is something called “delayed-onset PTSD”. This form of PTSD appears at least six months after a traumatic event, and in some cases, it even takes years to appear. However, this does not mean that an affected person has no PTSD symptoms prior to this six months period. This would match exactly with our MC’s behavior after the incident. So now that our friends issues seem to be mostly solved… maybe it’s time for our MC to face their own problems?

[keyboo]

TTS2: EP 4 Recap: I can’t believe Leo lives like this

Today we join Tharn fooling himself into believing he can bake a cake. Everything seems right - he looks hot, his shirt collar is unbuttoned just enough to show dat collarbone, the room has a warm glow that often occurs when you are lovingly baking something, he even has a cute fancy denim apron despite having shown no proclivity in the kitchen.

Type isn’t fooled, though - he wakes up and hears movement in the kitchen and immediately envisions the deep clean that will be required and maybe even renovations for the fire damage. Tharn is pouty and the room loses its romance filter, and we as viewers are forced to wonder how in the hell Tharn got flour on the other side of the counter. They look like finger smudges so I can only assume Tharn was practicing a sexy pose on that side for when Type woke up.

Type isn’t hungry for Tharn’s cake but he is thirsty. You really only need to have flour on your face and to look like P’Mew to find success in the kitchen. I have a high tolerance for sexy scenes but this was the very first time in awhile I felt embarrassed to be watching, like I was intruding on their privacy - good lord, the whipped cream lip rubbing is literal porn.

I will say though I am living for how often Type is getting picked up this season.

Fiat and Leo have the sort of friendship that makes everyone around them uncomfortable all the time.You think once they finally get together the babying and the PDA will stop but it only gets worse. You have to start carrying a spray bottle when you hang out with them.

Meanwhile, Type is baby. He is also wearing Tharn’s shirt now. It is no doubt encrusted in flour and egg yolk but he is a cupcake so we don’t mind. You remember season 1 where Type could barely bring himself to be affectionate or admit his feelings, and here we have Type cuddling and asking Tharn out on a date, and it’s just very nice. Chef kiss. I only think it’s slightly unfair that MewGulf are being paid to do what they do constantly IRL but whatever.

Tharn takes Type to the restaurant where P’Thorn proposed to Am for...reasons???! If anyone can explain this choice to me, please go ahead - otherwise I’m inclined to think Tharn’s head is just full of cotton candy. Tharn and Type show off their improved communication skills while showcasing their differing outlooks when it comes to risk (hello season theme) - Tharn wants to expand his business already, but Type warns him to slow it down and be careful. Neither are wrong, and they’re able to have this difference of opinion without getting angry with each other, which I enjoyed. Tharn says he wants his business to do well so he can take care of Type, who reminds Tharn he can take care of himself.

Another conversation that showcases the differences in Tharn and Type’s attitude towards risk, as well as their differing attitudes towards wealth. Type has taken over the household financial planning because Tharn is careless with his money. Having come from wealth, Tharn doesn’t seem concerned about spending, whereas Type reminds him its important to have savings set aside. Type is always thinking of the future, while Tharn thinks of the now - another reason why they are finding it difficult to reconcile their differences about a wedding, while in this very scene proving how incredibly married they are already.

Type runs into Fiat and Leo buying shoes and Fiat flirts with Type right in front of Leo’s salad. Type could not be more obviously uninterested in Fiat romantically, but Leo is still understandably upset because Fiat is blatantly ignoring Leo’s feelings. Leo is in love with a fuckboi and we should all pray for him.

Tharn for once has a sense for when somebody is Up To No Good around his man. Type is so oblivious to his own charm that he can’t tell Fiat is hitting on him. Type is unaware that he leaves a trail of brokenhearted baby gays wherever he goes but Tharn knows because Tharn was that baby gay.

Omg just fuck already.

P’Thorn and Tharn are signing IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS. Look at Tharn’s suit jacket. Look at his pin. Look at his pen. LOOK AT HIM.

Our gold digger from last week makes an appearance and gives a bad name to the craft because she is not at all sneaky about it by bringing ONLY THARN snacks and coffee.

P’Thorn shows he is not only overprotective of Tanya but of his little brother too. He is icey cold to this girl. He also gives Tharn good advice to give Type time on the wedding thing and that Type’s concerns aren’t unreasonable. P’Thorn is a good big brother in all arenas except keeping secrets.

 Omg just fuck already.

Here we have another wonderful scene of Tharn being attuned to Type’s physical and emotional well being, and reminding him to take care of himself. Where Type may have once aggressively refuted any such care, he gently reminds Tharn that he knows his own limits but agrees to take a break and eat dinner. HEALTHY COMMUNICATION, WE DO LIVE TO SEE IT.

Did I mention how much I love Type? I love this calculating expression he gets when he smells something fishy. He notices the same girl liking/commenting on every one of Tharn’s insta posts. I don’t think Type is suspicious of Tharn here - a) because Tharn is gay but more importantly, b) he trusts Tharn implicitly. But as always our Type has a tingly sense for when something doesn’t feel right. I love that it only takes a look through instagram for him to clue in that someone might be messing with Tharn.

I stan One Idiot.

Okay honestly who the fuck is this nerd and does anyone else want to punch him? I know the running theory with Type’s boss hating him is that he’s homophobic but I think he’s obviously fucking his assistant or why else would his assistant have the AUDACITY to look at Type like this. 

Poor Leo disrespects himself by taking his shirt off and chugging water sexily and Fiat STILL doesn’t notice because he’s inappropriately texting his doctor. It worked for Tharn is S1, why won’t it work for Leo??? Leo, baby, you deserve more.

Nothing will ever top this scene for me in either season, I’m sure of it. Tharn laying on Type’s lap. Type feeding him popcorn. They have a set of matching mugs that says ‘ladies gloss your lips’ and ‘men comb your mustache’ - neither of them are ladies or have mustaches WHY DO YOU OWN THIS - they are eating POPCORN AND CHIPS. A cute little movie night, I am INTO IT.  The casual domesticity of a couple who’s been together 7 years. I would be okay if the whole series was like this and no drama.  

Gulf just looks so fine here too.

But....its a drama so there’s drama. Type is still anxious about what he saw on Tharn’s insta. Again, I don’t see this as distrust so much as concern and worry for Tharn.

Well....speaking of trust. Type does a no good very bad thing here by looking at Tharn’s phone secretly. Even for purposes of being protective, this is not okay.

....kdalkjdlkasjdklajsdlkss

BUUUTT since he shows up looking like THIS to catfish the girl who is hitting on his man....

I mean, I personally forgave him instantly but we’ll see what Tharn says next week. 

[qqueenofhades]

(1/2) Honestly, Hilary, you are a blessing. I want to scream about your amazing Fic, how I love Immortal Husbands and the whole Immortal Family and how I had more fun learning history from your writing than in my whole damn school. But I also want to appreciate your TOG answers and meta. All the more because my friends outside the internet saw TOG as some boring movie with shitty plot and I'm just here in the corner, wanting to scream at someone who will understand about FINALLY seeing...

"(2/2) ...some GOOD queer representation, without throwing stereotypes in our faces, and I can't even begin with the found family trope because THE FEELS. Anyway, what I was trying to say with this rambling: thank you. <3"

....I’m sorry what. Who. Who is saying this. Straight people? I feel like the answer is definitely straight people. Because they have had EIGHTY FUCKING THOUSAND shitty action movies with the Boring White Man Hero, the disposable Muslim-coded (or actually Muslim) villains, the equally disposable eye-candy female love interest who either gets fridged or is secretly evil, Grimdark Everyone Is Secretly Bad And Nothing Matters crap philosophy, Moral Hand Wringing Over Superhero Violence, on and on. So of course they can moan and whine about “iT’s nOt OrIGinAL” and apparently not sufficiently Grimdark and Amoral, and how the dynamics of the team are completely reshuffled in a way that actually doesn’t prioritize THEM, and like.... this is why I never trust media only beloved by straight people, and only ever watch anything after it’s been recommended to me by a trusted queer friend. Because sometimes I remember the difference, and WHOOF.

Because: the gays and people of color DESERVE formulaic action/superhero movies as much as the Generic White Bro (in fact, we can all agree, far more than the Generic White Bro). This is the trap where every piece of media that’s not made by a Mediocre White Man has to be the best all-time of its genre, apparently, rather than using some of the same well-loved storytelling tropes but recoding them and re-deploying them for a more diverse audience. Instead of the Hard Bitten White Man Action Hero, we have Andy and Nile (two women, and Nile as a young Black woman who literally cannot be shot to death, in the year 2020, is fucking revolutionary on its own don’t @ me). As I said in my first meta, even Booker, who comes closest to fulfilling that trope, is made the closest thing to a “villain” there is on the team and even then for entirely sympathetic motives that rest on him having teary-eyed conversations with Nile about how he misses his family and feels like he failed them. His emotions help drive the story in an actually GOOD and useful way, rather than sacrificing everyone else to coddle him through his feeble heterosexual manchildness (why yes, I AM staring directly at the Abomination without blinking). Nobody in the story is EVER penalized or made a fool of for loving their found family (itself an intensely queer trope, even before the queerness of the individual characters) or trying to do the right thing even in the middle of the horrors, and frankly, I just want to consume more media with that as the main message. I’M SO FREAKING TIRED OF GRIMDARK. GOD. IF I WANTED THAT I COULD JUST TURN ON THE NEWS.

And of course, my BELOVED Joe and Nicky: an interracial, interreligious gay couple that has been wildly in love for literal CENTURIES and gives me the opportunity to do things like write the most self-indulgent historical romance backstory fic ever with DVLA. They met in the embodiment of religious conflict and have transcended that, there are never any cruel jokes or expectation for you to congratulate the narrative for being so beneficent as to give you “an exclusively gay moment” (fuck you Disney!). Joe and Nicky’s love story is central both to who they are as characters, doesn’t revolve around them being suffering or being Tormented over being gay (when the cops pull them apart for kissing, they beat the cops the fuck up, WE STAN), gets to unfold naturally in the background of the story with these beautiful little beats of casual intimacy (the SPOONING /clutches heart) and since THEY LITERALLY CANNOT DIE, no chance of the “burying your gays” bullshit. Even when they’re captured first by the bad guys, and I briefly, upon first viewing, worried that they were going the Gay Pain route just for cheap emotional points, they remain constantly united and fighting together and able to do stupid things like flirt when they’re strapped to gurneys by a mad scientist. Then the rest of the team ends up right there with them, so it’s not something that happens to them alone, and Nile comes in to save everyone’s asses, and Joe and Nicky get ANOTHER beautiful moment of fighting the bad guys and being worried about each other and tender even in the middle of this chaos and GOD! MY HEART! MY WHOLE ASS HEART! I LOVE THEM!

And just the fact that it’s not the Evul Mooslim Turrorists or Boilerplate Scary Eastern Europeans or whoever else who are the bad guys, but Big Pharma, nasty white men with too much money and not enough ethics, the CIA (at least tangentially; they could have pushed a lot harder on that but I’ll give Copley individually a pass), and the very forces that want to stop the Old Guard and discount what they do (helping the little people) as worthless... GOD. That is fucking POWERFUL. They literally take the time to explain with Copley’s Conspiracy Wall that even the little things the team does, when they can’t see it themselves, spiral out through centuries and have positive effects down the line. And it’s NOT just in the Western world (no scene in the movie takes place in America, none of the main four characters/heroes are American, and they only go to England when the English villains capture them). They’re in Africa, in Asia, in South America, in all these places where the Western/imperial world order has harmed people the most and in a way that Euro/American audience often gets to forget. On the surface this might be an action movie with Charlize Theron beating up men (which I mean, that alone is fine if you ask me) but there are SO MANY WAYS in which it achieves these deeper moments of meaning and subversion of the narrative that we are so often fed and the ways it could have done this (i.e. the same old Mediocre White Man ways).

I love the fact that the team unabashedly LOVES each other as their family members (I will never get over them all liking to sleep in one room even in their safe house in France), even when they struggle, and that they continue trying to make it right and never consider leaving Booker behind, because he screwed up but they still love him (and he them). I LOVE LOVE LOVE that this movie gave me not just Joe and Nicky but Andy and Quynh: two completely badass queer couples who kick tons of ass and have romance and Drama and rich and well-realized lives outside being used as emotional manipulation or suffering porn for straight people. (I realise it’s only been two weeks since the first one released, but where is my sequel, I have Needs. Especially Andy/Quynh and Quynh/Joe/Nicky needs). I was disappointed that they’d gotten rid of Quynh in a Bad Medieval Way to cause pain for Andy and then shocked and DELIGHTED when she turned up alive in Booker’s apartment at the end of the film. I LOVE that this movie gave me Nile Freeman and everything that she represents in the middle of this hellish year. I even love Booker! BOOKER! When he’s usually the character type I can’t stand and have the least patience with!

So yes. I have watched it three times already. I am sure I am going to watch it several times more. It just makes me so happy.

[kitsune-kaos]

25: idea of a perfect date?

26: Biggest pet peeves?

44: A random fact about anything

25)

You pick me up, or I you, and we go out to dinner. I’m down to eat or try anything, so I let you decide where we go—unless you’re someone who’d prefer I pick, then I’d probably go with Mexican, Sushi, Thai, or Vietnamese (phö specifically lol). After that we’d go to a local bookstore or mall and just roam and talk about stuff we like and show each other things we find. After that we could just drive around and eventually find a good place to enjoy the sunset together—maybe we could get ice cream or drinks along the way. If neither of us are tired and we enjoy each other’s company, then we could go back to one of our places and either play video games, watch a movie, or just chat (maybe a mix of all three lol). If there’s clear mutual interest and you include some cute body contact during the night (e.g., hand on my leg, holding hands, arm around my shoulder, shoulder rub, etc.) I will more than likely melt 🥴 And if we both had a good time, hopefully there’d be a date #2 💕

26)

Ignoring or talking over me, being dismissive, unnecessary screaming, loud gum chewers, people who make situations tense by not reading the room and then acting a fool, being treated like a child (youngest kid things), bigotry, and religious hypocrisy (particularly from religious elitists)

44)

Back in my heyday of anime watching (middle to high school) back when anime on the internet was so much easier to access 🥺 there was still a relatively small collection on Crunchyroll, so there’s some shows I’ve watched and really enjoyed that I never hear anyone talk about. One is Beast Player Erin.

I’m having trouble even knowing where to start with this one! Based in more of an era of kingdoms—pre-Industrial Rev. I believe—the world is fairly mundane with a few exceptions. While I don’t recall any blatant magic, there are a few magical experiences. More importantly though, there are two beasts in this world: the Toda and the Oju.

Erin grows up with her mother in a village where the Toda are raised (if I remember correctly) and her mom is the beast trainer of the village. The Toda, which are large semi-aquatic reptiles with dragon-like faces, are trained by the two warring local kingdoms to fight each other (Idk if the mom raised them for this tho).

Eventually, as she gets older, Erin finds herself at a place where Oju are trained. Oju are winged beasts like griffons but with a wolf’s head. The Oju, know as Royal Beasts, are also trained to fight in the war. As a trainer of Oju, Erin eventually finds herself intertwined with the war and... well I don’t want to spoil much else 😜

I do have to admit it is a somewhat slow anime and isn’t “top tier” or the shit for everyone. But it did make me cry only a few episodes in. So... 👌🏼

Now for the other Anime!!!

Glass Mask is one of my all time favorite anime. It’s about this basic girl who gets shat on by everyone and her mom’s like “Maya why are you so dumb and worthless” *starts sobbing* cause the only thing she’s good at is memorizing scenes on TV and perfectly reenacting them 😩

So at some point she gets noticed by this mysterious older woman who is opening up an acting studio and eventually is convinced to join cause she has ✨the it factor✨

Eventually she becomes rivals with this rich dynasty prodigy child and they’re both so cunt 💕 (honorary)

But just wait til you meet Mr. Purple Roses, Maya’s secret fan/admirer who helps her occasionally along her journey.

And honestly I stan the performances they do. Like this show is how I’m familiar with A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Wuthering Heights, Little Women, that play about the feral girl, and even the story of Hellen Keller!!

Omg and the drama of the impromptu one-woman play! And then old bitch sticks her hand out and people in the audience be SHOOK!!! And OMG then there’s the school performances she does, and one she got the role of dumb bitch but then she cried during the play and the audience shit themselves they were so STRICKEN!!! And that other one as the queen’s understudy where she darted eyes at a bitch and sis PISSED herself on stage!! And bitch there was even a scene where this bitch played a doll. And then there’s the time she fully ate dirt cause she a bad bitch!

In this show the tea isn’t spilt, it’s full on thrown. Hoes be blind af going to the movies and dying in their seats. Yes there is a questionable romance that I had weird feelings about, and yes she does get drugged and framed to ruin her career, and yes a hoe almost falls off a bridge and the other hoe’s like “but what if I don’t help her 👀”, and yes she is trained to act by getting thrown into a shed in the middle of winter, and yes she does join a troupe with a kinda genderfluid girl. And YES!! You Should watch it 😘

[moonlightrichie]

May I ask for reddie in the water confessing feelings?

This has been sitting in my inbox almost forever, but I was hit with sudden inspiration! Thank you for the prompt anon ♡

Disclaimers: references to sex, cursing

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It was one of the hottest days they'd had all summer.

When Richie had woken up that morning with sunlight blinding his already blind eyes, warming his skin with its rays, he’d been quick to text the losers’ group chat to ask for a day at the quarry. It would be one of their last times down there before starting different colleges after summer, and Richie wanted to do it as much as possible. 

All of them had responded with thumbs-ups and sunny emojis. It had all made him smile. 

He was the first to arrive, already preparing for his skin to start getting burnt until Eddie arrived with sunscreen. Stan was the second to arrive, doing a double take when he noticed Richie.

“Stan my man!” Richie exclaimed, patting the bare rock ground next to him. “Come lie next to me, dahlin’.”

Rolling his eyes, Stan put his towel neatly on the ground, an amused smile breaking out on his face. “Since when have you ever been this early to a hang-out?”

“I originally left home early to squeeze in some much needed sexy time with your mom before coming here, but she was bus- ow!” he yelled as Stan pushed him over, laughter bubbling out of both of them.

“Asshole,” Stan grinned.

The others arrived soon after that. First there was Beverly holding hands with a blushing Ben, the two only recently starting to date, then Mike, Bill and Eddie. 

When Eddie’s gaze had landed on Richie’s pink chest, he’d let out a frustrated squeak, immediately diving into his fanny pack for sunscreen and running over. 

“What the fuck, Rich! You know you sunburn easily,” he muttered, already pouring streams of the liquid into his own hands. Richie could feel himself tensing up at the thought of Eddie’s hands on him, knowing his body wasn’t going to handle that without getting an erection.

He laughed nervously, trying to play it cool. “You gonna rub me all over, Spaghetti?” 

Eddie froze, staring down at his own sunscreen covered palms as if just realizing what he was doing. Letting out an annoyed 'ugh', he took a hold of Richie’s hand to pour the sunscreen there instead, drops spilling out from between Richie’s fingers, before he got up and settled next to Bill and Mike instead. 

Richie couldn’t help notice the small blush on Eddie’s cheeks. It made him look a little sunburned too.

After managing to apply the sunscreen messily over most of his exposed skin except for his back, Richie asked Stan to help him.

And as Stan's fingers went over Richie's back, Richie peaked over at Eddie to see him glare at Stan openly, as if he thought nobody was looking at him. It made Richie raise his eyebrows, catching Eddie's gaze and cocking his head to the side in question. 

Like a deer caught in headlights, Eddie's eyes widened, pretty browns reflecting the glitter of the water. With a huff, he put on his sunglasses and turned away to chat with Mike. 

Interesting, Richie thought. Very interesting, indeed.

Beverly was the first to jump into the water, everyone else following soon after, and the quarry soon turned into a battlefield of wrestling, swimming races and water drops flying in every direction. At some point, Richie managed to swallow a mouthful of water when inhaling too slowly while going underwater. He'd been a coughing wreck for the next two minutes. Nothing new, if he was being honest. 

At some point Richie saw Eddie standing by himself a little further away from the group, and was it just his awful vision fooling him or was Eddie already looking at him? Richie had a sudden urge to pick him up. 

"Eds!" he called, jumping forward on his toes to get closer before starting to swim. Eddie looked alarmed immediately, noticing the mischievous look on Richie's face and knowing what he was up to. Richie did this a lot.

"No, no!" He started swimming away from Richie's outstretched arms, but Richie had already gotten too close, and he picked Eddie up from behind and spun him around in the water. 

"Why are you running away from me, Spaghetti?" Richie laughed, holding on despite Eddie's attempts to wrestle away. "I thought you loved me!"

"Richie, please let go of me," Eddie said, but Richie, not noticing the desperate undertone to Eddie's voice, just hugged him closer. Having Eddie so close was pretty wonderful, and Richie would use any excuse he could. He was simply too in love.

Eddie managed to turn around in Richie's arms. The turn seemed to be in an attempt to push him away with his legs, but instead it was what ultimately gave away what he wanted to hide from Richie. 

Stopping all movement immediately, Richie looked dumbly up at Eddie, Eddie's hard-on pressing into the side of his thigh, glaringly obvious now. "Uh, is that…" He didn't know how to continue.

Eddie stayed quiet, his face bright red. 

"Is it," Richie swallowed, "is it a random boner you're having right now, or is that a meaningful boner?"

That made Eddie wrestle away again, and Richie let him go without a fight. 

"You're such a dick sometimes," Eddie mumbled, starting to move away. Richie saw the glistening in his eyes, and reached out desperately before Eddie could get away.

"No, no, wait," he laced their pruny fingers together, "I didn't mean it like that, I just, Eddie…" 

"What?"

"I was just wondering what it meant, because if you got that 'cause you like me, then that's awesome", Richie wasn't even aware of what he was saying anymore, just letting his mouth talk freely. "'Cause I definitely know that I like you like that too, like honestly I'm one hundred percent sure that I'm like fully in love with you and, and," he drifted off, his beating heart pulsing in his ears.

Eddie was staring at him with wide eyes, and he wasn't saying anything. Time passed, and he still wasn't saying anything. 

Panic rose in Richie's chest. Why wasn't Eddie saying anything?!

"Fuck." Richie let go of Eddie's hand then, understanding settling over him and hurt sinking into his heart. "It was a random boner, wasn't it?"

He had totally just embarrassed himself completely, dumbly trying to reassure Eddie about something that didn't need to be reassured. 

Feeling like absolute shit, Richie inhaled shakily. Tears were already collecting in the corners of his eyes. "I'm an idiot. Please just, just forget everything I said." He turned around, noticing how all the others were still in their own world and having fun splashing around. Needing to be in that world instead of his own, Richie started to swim over, desperate to escape Eddie's eyes.

"Richie, fuck, don't you dare", a hand grabbed Richie's ankle. 

"Eds…"

"Richie," Eddie sighed, but he was smiling now. "I love you too. How the hell could I not love you back? Like, that would be physically impossible for me."

The words took a few seconds to sink in, but as soon as they did, they enveloped Richie's quickening heart. Soon he was grinning like an absolute idiot. "Wait, seriously?"

Eddie nodded fondly, smiling just as big. "Yeah", he said through a happy exhale. "You just overwhelmed me for a second there."

"Wait, wait, wait", Richie was about to absolutely burst, "holy shit, did we just confess our love for each other?"

Giggling, Eddie grabbed Richie's hands. "Yeah, I think we just did."

"And all 'cause you popped a boner over me, awe," Richie cooed, placing his hands around Eddie's waist to pull him closer.

"Ugh, you're never gonna let me live that down, are you?" Eddie complained, but the smile on his face told Richie that he wasn't really that mad. 

"Don't be embarrassed, it was peak romance." Richie's nose pushed against Eddie's lightly, letting them rub together for a moment. "Can I kiss you now?"

"Yes, please."

Both leaning in, their lips finally met. 

Butterflies were going absolutely batshit crazy inside of Richie's stomach, his heart about to jump straight out of his chest. It took a few seconds of awkward fumbling to find the right angle, but soon their lips were fitting together perfectly just like Richie had always imagined. 

It was gentle, soft, wet from the water, and soon their mouths were opening enough to let their tongues meet. 

Eddie's hand settled around Richie's neck, fingers drifting up between his wet curls, and pulling Richie impossibly closer to him.

"What the fuck," a voice mumbled in the distance. "Are Eddie and Richie making out? Are you guys seeing this?"

Soon after there were several whoops and claps ringing through the air, enough to make the two of them break apart and turn toward their friends. All five of them were grinning madly. 

"Actually yes, we were, and you guys just interrupted us!" Richie yelled. "Let us kiss in peace, thanks."

Then he turned back around to a giggling Eddie, not wasting any time to kiss him again.

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[instantlyexhaustedowl]

"He was my first love... And only one."

Summary:

Old photos, one old love and two not that old twins. A bit of talking after Weirmaggedon. Stan listening to his bro-bro memories about college lover.

Notes:

Please be kind to me, it's my first fanfic in English and also my first fanfic i have ever posted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28580418

Ford was nostalgically sorting old photoes. Wrinkled paper gently rustled in his weary hands. All those memories, forgotten things with distand feeling of lost love, whole past in his worn out hands. "Ya look sad, bro," Stan's voice broke the silence of Ford's room. His twin was looking at him with curious brown eyes covered with thick glasses. He leaned on the doorframe.

Older twin  smiled sligtly, running his polydactyl hands thru grey hairs. Fingers touched silver stripe that cut thru dark grey hairs. He felt suddenly old and exhausted. "Just... Overthinking past, i guess." He patted spot on the sofa next to himself, showing that companion is welcome.

"Pics?" asked carefully Stanley. His mind was still a bit wobbly, but he remembered nearly everything. Definitely good sign. Stan sheepishly sat next to Ford on the sofa. Old matress swayed under his weight and caused, that Ford leaned a bit agaist Stan's shoulder. "What? Oh, yeah... Pictures. Old ones." said author of the journals with sigh while his hands gently folded photos on the lap. "Hehe, 'm probably not in your colection,...  Hey that one... that guy looks cute," chuckled his brother. He pointed at picture of tall smiling boy, maybe a bit older than twenty-one. Long sand blond hair, big blue eyes brightly shining with happines were hinding partly behind small round glasses. That noodle nerd had two daysies tucked behind his ear, big smile on his face. He looked like hippie college student. "Yeah... Fantastic old friend of mine. Wait! It...He is a man. Why do you think he is cute?" suddenly asked Ford. Stan was ladies man. Why he would think something like that?! Stanley blushed. His eyes wondered over room. Now seemed every piece of furniture like super interesting. "Ehh...No comment?" "No Stanley. We should be more honest with each other. We spend enought of our time pushing each other away. I just want to know why do you think that. No judgement, only curiosity." Old man mumbled something. Then he scooted away from Ford. Scietinst seemed a bit concerned. His brother was always the one who wanted to feel the others presence, but this was different. He was suddenly so shy. Ford like physical contact too but only from persons he loved and liked. Stanley was different- he loved patting peoples shoulder, hugging them even thou they were strangers. His attention was like contact sport. And sometimes it could change into one when that person made him angry. Ford's attention thou. It was more about reading between lines. "Pardon, Lee? I didn't understand." "I said... That i dated men too," sighed Stanley. His fingers were twiching. Eyes were trying to burned thru the floor into the heart of the Earth. He made himself look tiny. Whole body curled into himself. Ford's mouth formed into small silent "oh". "'m sorry... Gonna vanish, don't worry." "Are you crazy, Lee?! No vanishing, no going away." "But..." it was strange. Stanley could brake a montain with bare hands and now... He looked so vulnurable. Like scared teen he once was- standing outside in the middle of warm spring night hoping that Ford could forgive him. "But 'm nothing just familly disapointment. Stupid big idiot and even gay..." "If you say it one more time, i will punch you. Without warning! You are not disapointment! You are my best friend i have ever had and best twin brother i could wish for!" "Poindexer, i am weird old fag!" "Probably not. And that is absolutely horrible word, do not use it, please! You did loved Carla, hm." "And some other girls..." admited Stanley with blush of embarassment. "So you are bisexual. You like both." "'m not picky type," shrugged younger brother with hint of smile. He seemed more comfortable now. Hands put on his knees, eyes still sticked to the ground but he didn't look like persone who wanted to crawl under the rock and stay there for next few milleniums. "I am fag... At least that would Pa called me... If he had knew about it..." "That explains lots of things... And highschool," mumbled Stan scooting back so they shoulders touched again. "Pardon me?!" shrieked Ford. "You were curious only about science. And why girls didn't talk to you! Nothing was about girls, only why they kept ignoring you," explained Stan. Ford blinked few times, his face making pretty good impression of confuesed owl. Stanley was smugly smiling: "I've knew the whole time that you are not straight. 'm glad that Pa never knew about it thou. He would kick ya out too, maybe beat ya...Ya would never make it out unharm, on the streets..." "You were the one that ended up there... I can not forgive myself," two big tears started to roll down. Ford tried to dry them with his sleeve. "Poindexter, let it be. We are here, we are good..." "And gay," added Ford with tiny smile. Roaring of Stan's laught filled the room: "YEAH, we are gay! SO ... Who was that cutie? First crush?" His eyebrows wiggled in devilish way. "First crush, first love and only one. He took my heart without asking and never gave it back..." His brother wrapped arm around his shoulders. "You are old sappy man, Ford." "I know. I... Everything could be so different." "What happened?" asked younger twin. He hated seeing Ford depressed. "First time he went back to his family, after a while he had one too. And later when we found each other... Portal happened." "Sixer! I ... I caused...! Did I....?" Stanford grabbed old photos. He hold them on his chest, close to his fast-beating heart. "It was my fault, we had huge arguement and split up. I should have listened to him, but i was the biggest idiot on this Earth!" Stanley suddenly gasped. "You were dating McGucket?! Old man MCGUCKET?! Oh holy hot Belgian waffles!" "Kids aren't home," snarkyly pointed out Ford still carressing his pictures. "In that case- FUCK!" Small smile crept on scientist's face. "May i tell you a story, Lee?" asked Ford. He looked way younger now. Shy blush on his cheeks, still a bit teary eyes behind glasses. But they were light up with memories. "Yep, ya nerd. I haven't heard romantic novel for a long time! Ok i saw one last night. But i want to hear yar romance," beamed happily Stan and made himsleft comfortable. He was now sprawled on sofa, legs streched infront of him, hands folded on his soft belly. "So...Tell me yar fairytale, bro-bro." "Lee you are so silly," nudged Stan's elbow Ford playfully. "Fine. Long time ago... Ok, i am really getting old and silly. We were college roomates. I liked him first time i saw him. He was true opposite of me. Emotinal, empathic, wonderfully talented. His genius was amazing. After a while we got closer and closer. Fidds was so carring, nearly motherly. You should saw him when i was ill. I phoned dad, that i needed some money... to see a doctor, cause i felt really awful. He... shouted at me- to be a man and sleep it off. So i tried it. And fainthed during one of our classes we had together. Fidds did knew what to do, he took care about me. Got me to our room, helped in bed where i stayed for next week barely knowing about world. I don't remember much, my fever was too high. All seemed like a dream. After i got better i found him sitting on the window frame. His eyes were looking into starry night, silently crying. He was aftraid about me whole week and...He finally snapped... We started dating few days later." Ford had tears on his cheeks while he hold old pictures like precious treasure. His hands were clutching them, only gems he had from his past. Someone knock on the door frame. Fiddleford Hadron Mcgucket stood there. He was dressed in jeans, silly shirt with watermelons and drinks on it. He had crazy bowler hat with daisy that kept danggling. Still with beard that could belong to the oldest wizzard in the Dungeons, Dungeons and more Dungeons, but under it was hidden smile. "I swear Stanferd, ma biggest mistake was leaving ya. And i fool made it twice!" Stanley looked at them with squint eyes trying to seem like he fall asleep. "Stop foolin' us, ya'r great conman, but that's horrible try," laugh Fidds hopping on the sofa from Ford's free side. He covered one six-fingered hand with his small one. They fitted perfectly, like two pieces of puzzles. Maybe their hands were a bit cold, but hearts were still aflame with passion and love. "I guess now i've to keep an eye on two nerds," sighed Stanley. "Have fun ya two, i am gonna go to... Don't know. Want a coffee?" "Yeah we will join you," smiled Ford when Fiddleford hugged his waist. "Yej, coffee is great idea pals!" "Gentlemen, we will have gayffee party!" clasped his big hands Stanley and went to the kitchen, chuckling because he liked that new horrible pun. Ford froze a bit and then shouted: "Do not tell this term in front of Mable! Or we all end up covered in rainbow glitters! I don't mind them but i certainly don't like to drink them with my coffee!" "WHO SAID SOMETHING ABOUT RAINBOW GLITTEEEEEERS???????!" "Mabel, calm down! Honey, put that bottle of rainbow disaster down!"

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now” - maybe reddie or stanlon or anyone

72.  “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now”

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Leaving Derry was meant to mean a new beginning for all of the Losers. They were finally free from that dreaded down and their twisted families and neighbours. The only person who would be keeping in touch with their parents was Richie, and that was because Maggie and Went were the perfect parents who had practically adopted the whole of the losers club as their own.

Things had really been looking up in the last few months, as Eddie and Richie had finally confessed their feelings for one another and gotten together at Stan and Mike’s makeshift prom at the Barn. It had been a beautiful moment, that is, until Richie announced that he was going to college across the state in California.

Of course, Eddie and the other’s were happy for him, as the course was a scholarship into entertainment and Film studies, something that Richie had always wanted to do. He would be a fool to turn it down. The heartbreaking thing was, that Eddie had been accepted into a medical college in New York City...on the other side of the country.

Any other couple would have called it quits then and there. Ended their romance in order to save their friendship, but Eddie and Richie weren’t any other couple, they were different and determined to make it work. So Richie had moved to California, and Eddie to New York, separated by almost 3,000 miles.

Yet, they made it work. They had a schedule and they stuck to it, never missing a skype call no matter how tired or busy the other became. They knew that if they missed just one call, then it would start up a cycle and they would be in deep water.

It was the hardest when it came to birthdays, as they were so far away from each other, the best they could do was call and wish the other a happy birthday. Which was the case now, on November 3rd, Eddie’s 20th Birthday. He had just finished class, and Richie was on a day off which meant the second he got home, they could skype until Eddie had to go to sleep.

The second Eddie stepped into his dorm, he booted up his laptop and breathed out a sigh of relief that Richie was already online. He clicked his icon and the call connected, Richie’s face filling the screen. “Hey,” Eddie breathed, moving a hand up to touch the screen, heart aching.

“Hey babe, happy birthday,” Richie grinned. Eddie wanted to smile back, but he was just so damn tired, that all he could do was close his eyes. “Babe? Are you okay?”

“Hm,” Eddie nodded his head, rubbing his eyes. “Class was a killer, as always. I’m just exhausted, that’s all. I can’t wait for the holidays because you get to come home and we get to cuddle for two weeks straight.” Since it was Christmas, Richie always came home and the two of them returned to Derry under his mother’s nose to spend it with Maggie and Went.

Richie laughed softly, nodding his head and some of his hair fell into his face. “I can’t wait to hold you. It feels like forever since you were here for summer.” His voice was like a whine, and Eddie desperately wanted to reach out through the computer screen to pull him close. “Did you get my card?”

Eddie frowned, tilting his head to the side and he shook it slowly, “No, I...I haven’t checked my post yet. Just- wait here.” He pointed his finger to his laptop and he rushed back out the door and down the stairs. He pulled open the post and he grinned, as right there was a bright red card, his name and address scrawled on the front in Richie’s handwriting. He closed the box and rushed back to his room, jumping onto the bed, holding up the card, “Got it.”

Just before Eddie could open it, Richie stopped him. “Wait just...I need you to do something for me first. Before you open the card.” Eddie tilted his head to the side and Richie continued. “Just smile. I really need to see you smile right now.”

Unable to help himself or deny Richie anything, Eddie broke into a large smile, tears in his eyes. Richie grinned back and nodded his head, allowing Eddie to open the card. It was a little custom made one, with two boys on the front and ‘Happy Birthday Eds’, scrawled underneath. “Rich...this is great.”

“Sorry I couldn’t get you an actual present,” Richie sighed. “Money is tight right now-” Eddie cut him off with a shake of his head.

“Stop, you don’t need to get me anything. I have you and that’s enough.” Eddie bit his lip. “I’ll see you really soon, yeah? I’m counting down the days until your here. I love you so much, Richie…”

Richie placed his hand on the laptop also and he closed his eyes, “I love you too, Eds. I love you too.”

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[harry-leroy]

for the AU/tropes meme: I saw bodyguard AU and immediately thought of Henry/Margaret! Obviously, Margaret is the bodyguard ;) Tropes to choose from: 11, 14, 18, 35, 52, 53 and/or 54.

Ooh thank you for this, Lisa! I went with some mutual pining because I felt like it matched well with these two, and my favorite number is 18. This was so fun to write and honestly, I feel like I want to do more with this AU after writing this little fic. (Also wrote this kind of in the 80s AU because that is all I’ve been thinking about for the past week :’) ). Enjoy! - p.s. @princess-of-france This might have accidentally started something very 2H5-esque😂 (We stan our French queens).

“Your majesty,” Margaret made an effort to bow with her stiff and aching knees.

“Ah, Margaret,” Henry flashed a smile. It was far from handsome, but it was certainly charming. “There you are,”

He was tossing a cricket ball up and down in his left hand, watching it carefully as he toyed with it. It was his uncle’s suggestion to try sport in order to get the young man outside more. Margaret couldn’t blame him, though Henry was terrible at it. Henry turned his eye away from the ball and towards Margaret, and nearly dropped it.

“Wait,” he said, suddenly becoming shy. “You look quite pretty today. No. That came out wrong. Your dress. I like it. Oh, God,”

He turned away, painfully embarrassed. His face was most certainly a deep red by now, so he dare not look back at her. Margaret always looks pretty, you idiot.

“One must look their best for these occasions, sir,” she said.

To Henry’s credit, the dress she was wearing was lovely. It was a deep red gown with gold embroidery, the best her wealthy French family could send. It wasn’t easy going undercover in the king’s household as a bodyguard when she was truly a French princess.

“Occasions?” Henry turned around, suddenly worried. “What occasions?”

“The state banquet, sir,” Margaret said. “With the French ambassadors?”

“Oh, good lord!” Henry dropped the cricket ball on his toe, flinched in pain, but it was quickly succeeded by the urgency of his remembrance. “You’re jolly right. How could I have missed that?”

“I believe that might not be entirely your fault, sir,” Margaret said.

“It’s my household staff, isn’t it?” Henry was restless.

“No, sir,” Margaret suppressed a giggle. Despite his panic, Henry was quite handsome, especially today. His usual pale skin was freckled and sun kissed. His hair looked brighter than normal, the typical dark ginger had bits of blonde in it. He looked healthier than he had been in months.

“I believe that the Duke of York may be attempting to take more control than he should for his station, sir,” Margaret ventured. She hated the man more than Henry did, they both knew.

“York?” Henry scratched his head. “Well, what do we do about it?”

“I suggest appointing him to positions not nearly as central as the ones that he takes now,” she said. “The movement should be gradual, but eventually effective. But on the shorter term, he ought to be chastised,”

“Fair point,” Henry said. “I’ll get Humphrey to do it first thing,”

Without thinking, he suddenly took hold of Margaret’s shoulders. It was gentle, and kind, not forceful.

“Oh, Margaret. I could kiss you!” he said, laughing. Reality hit all too quickly. As soon as he saw her beautiful eyes, waiting, he let go. “But I won’t. Because that wouldn’t be appropriate, would it? How silly of me. Could you forgive me?”

Margaret felt herself blush as well. It wouldn’t be appropriate in her current position, no. There was something in her heart, however, that told her to tell him right out. I’m a princess. My uncle is the King of France. Don’t worry about it. She kept it in, and instead looked to the floor. It wasn’t exactly what she imagined her first real romance to be like. Kissing a clueless boy in white trousers and smudged glasses. Kissing the King of England. It was funny that they were one and the same.

“Of course, your majesty,” Margaret said. She had the urge to pull him by the collar and kiss him right then and there, with absolutely no care for her esteemed position in the French court, or the English one for that matter. But she didn’t. York could be anywhere, and so could cameras.

“Good,” he muttered, then daring to glance back again, he caught sight of something more alarming. “Oh dear. You’re hurt,”

It was a bruise on the collarbone. Henry felt a fool for not noticing it before, especially given how awful it looked. It was all blue and black and just thinking about it how much it must have hurt made Henry dizzy.

“Oh, no, sir,” Margaret self-consciously put a hand over it. “It’s nothing,”

“How did that happen?” He asked, his voice ten times gentler than before, if that were even possible.

“Just some protestors, sir,” she said. “Really, I am fine. I had a doctor look at it,”

“And nothing’s broken?” Henry asked, swallowing his own queasiness.

“No, sir,” Margaret said, nearly teasing him for worrying so much about her. She knew the risks of the job, and the bruise was the least of her worries. The day it happened, she thought for sure that she had broken something. She nearly cried when it happened, even though she couldn’t quite remember how. There were too many people. But she had to be strong, for her uncle and for France.

“You know, Margaret, I do worry about you,” Henry said. “I feel like... I’m responsible, in some way.”

“Don’t, your majesty,” she said, hushing his fear with a glance. She had heard her uncle lose his patience talking of Henry, of the king too nice and sweet to take leadership of anything. Un partisan. It was, in many regards, true. However, he was also incredibly caring. His heart was in a better place than any of the rest of his council. She would have to force the charm away, but she feared that she might not be able to.

“Well then,” Henry said. “Thank you,”

“For what, sir?” Margaret asked.

“Being here,” Henry smiled, knelt down to pick up his dropped ball, and walked away.