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doromoni · 8 months

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Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

Max Verstappen x photographer!reader

Epilogue

fanfic + smau fic

faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warnings : nothing ig?

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

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Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

Certainty is not a word to describe life, as change is constant, and nothing can tell what tomorrow may bring. No day is perfect, and no day is the same as the ones before. Everything changes and not all people in our lives actually stay, and not everything that we planned is fated for us — but maybe it’s actually for the best.

I thought that I had lost myself when a person that I loved parted from my life. I thought that my everything was over when Charles Leclerc left me.— well I did, and it did, but I found a better version of me in the end.

Now, I could honestly say that I’ve forgiven all that had been done. I am truly thankful for everything that had happened in the past, for what I have now couldn’t have happened because of it.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Everyone, we would like for you to meet our sweetest angel, Jilian 💙.

We’ve decided that it was time that you all get to meet our most precious, baby girl. During the first few years of our baby, we have decided that it would be the best to keep her out of the spotlight and keep her to ourselves for the meantime. We hope that you understand and respect our decision and that everyone will show kindness to our angel.

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“Mommy, please hurry up! I don’t wanna miss Daddy’s race” and there goes my most precious little girl stomping her feet as she sped towards my legs hugging them in a death grip.

“I know, I know , my sweet . Mommy just needs a minute to fix my hair , then we’ll go see daddy, alright? Why don’t you choose which car you want Mommy to drive” I said trying to placate the pouting girl. Nodding eagerly, she dashed towards the garage.

She was a carbon copy of her dad, from her features to her attitude — She really was her daddy’s daughter alright. She even got his love for cars and his passion for the sport — I love her even more for it.

Hearing the small footsteps coming back, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Seeing my daughter bounce in excitement as she clutched the car keys in her tiny hands has brought the greatest of warmth to my heart. Zooming towards me she then pushed the keys to my hands, then making her way back to the garage. Looking down to key, a chuckle left my lips. As expected, my daughter knew what she wanted , her favorite — and of course it’s her daddy’s Ferrari 488 Pista.

After buckling my baby in her car seat, I drove us to the race circuit. Today was her first ever actual race and appearance to the public. Her father and I had agreed that it was about time to desensitize her to the motorsport world, since both of us are still active in our fields … plus she’s been begging to come with us rather than staying in with her nanny.

Feeling the excitement from my baby , as the circuit came nearer and fans wearing the colors of their teams rushing past our car — with some sending waves our way.

“Mommy, why are they saying hi? Are they friends?” My daughter asked with big eyes as she tried to take everything in.

“Yes sweetie, they are our friends! They also support daddy and other uncles’ racing.” I explained as I parked the car in the private lot.

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landonorris MY NIECE! MY NIECE! MY NIECE!

landonorris your favorite unkow wando is hereeee

y/n_stills. Hmmm favorite… sure.

oscarpiastri Mom! You brought Jillyyyyyy~ please let me babysit later! 🥺

y/n_stills. Well she did miss you

oscarpiastri YES! I promise I won’t leave her with lando!

Grabbing everything we need, I picked up my daughter and placed her on my hip. Her tiny arms circled my neck tightly growing shy from the attention we were getting from the fans as we walked through the paddock

“It’s ok baby. Mommy is here, their not gonna hurt you. Remember, they are our friends! Let’s go find your Daddy, hm?” I said soothingly as I placed a kiss on her forehead. Sensing that she was starting to get overwhelmed, I planned to move quicker to our motorhome, when a familiar voice shouted catching our attention.

“Y/N! Mon Petit Jillian! “

My Jillian physically perked up at the voice. Suddenly giddy , she squirmed at my hold. With a soft smile and with no choice but to let go , I looked at my daughter run towards the man with a squeal.

Jillian ran straight into the arms of Charles Leclerc.

———

“Charles, let’s talk please”

Here we are, where everything had all began. We are once again sitting beneath the stars , hidden from civilization, on the same beach where we poured our soul out for the world to hear.

He remained quiet as he looked at the crashing waves up ahead. Charles looked so peaceful, as if everything had finally fallen into place. Then a soft smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he looked straight into my eyes. Patting the place next to him as he looked back into the ocean, I then complied and took a seat beside him.

We sat their in complete silence, only savoring the peace that the both of us missed. He then spoke , his voice blending in with the sound of the waves crashing ahead of us.

“Do you really love him?” Charles had asked earnestly, there was no anger in his voice. His eyes were clear, holding only tranquility and peace.

“Yes, I do. I do love Max, so so much.” a smile growing , as I answered without a doubt. Charles turned silent again , this time closing his eyes. Yet , again a smile had shown in his lips, this time it reflected understanding acknowledgment, and then finally… acceptance.

“I was really a fool for what I did to you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being selfish and hindering you from your happiness . To be honest, I haven’t been alright for a while … even I don’t understand myself. I felt miserable and I felt that it wasn’t fair … and others should feel the same.”

“When I saw you getting along with everyone, I grew jealous and vindictive, specially when my entire family loved you instantly, I could never do that you know? I was blinded by my own faults, so I blamed you instead because it was easier. I had the mindset that you were mine and I that we should be hurting together… that you shouldn’t be happy when i’m not. I took everything out on you and you didn’t deserve any of it. Not at all. You deserve the entire world and more.”

Charles then looked back at me with the same eyes that looked at me when we first met — the same eyes that filled with the same spark… the spark of freedom.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything …. I’m letting you go. Be happy“

My tears gushed endlessly, as i choked on my sobs. Now Charles and I chanting a different promise to the same stars that witnessed our journey.

———

5 years had passed, and a lot has changed. All of us had moved on and had gone through with our lives. Everything has changed, all of us had matured to what we are now.

“How is my favorite little girl, doing? Did mommy let you play with the present I gave you?” Charles had lifted Jillian to his hip as he caught the toddler mid run. Rolling my eyes at the Monegasque driver, I went towards them.

“Noooooo , Uncle ChaCha! Mommy didn’t let me play with it yet! She said that I could play with it when I’m five!”

Seeing my daughter act petulant to her favorite uncle (Don’t tell Lando) brought a chuckle to the both of us.

“What? How dare Mommy say no to a princess?” Charles acted exaggeratedly

“ Well Mommy is the queen , and Daddy said that everyone should follow her orders” My baby said smartly.

“And Daddy stands by his statement! Mommy is always right!” Then the voice of my husband boomed behind me, and our daughter automatically jumping into her Daddy’s arms.

There stood with the biggest of smiles with our bundle of happiness, joy and love , our daughter settled in his arms, Max Emilian Verstappen , my husband, the father of our child, and the love of my life.

I didn’t need to hunt for affection any longer , Now I am surrounded by it .

Fin~

Thank you for reading, everyone 🤍

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thewritingofspencerrose · 1 month

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"Niña, are you okay?" Is the first thing that greets my ears upon returning to the Aston Martin garage, Fernando's concerned expression meeting mine as he gives me a once over.

"I'm assuming my debacle in Redbull has already made it back here?"

"It's all over the internet," Lance is the one to answer, looking hesitant to continue. "Including the part where he announced that you're Verstappen's little sister."

Of course someone caught that on video. "Fuck me."

"Don't worry, no one around here will treat you any different," the Canadian assures, looking more sorry than I'd really like. "We're all pretty tired of the Verstappen's anyway. As long as you're okay, and that ass was kicked out, we're good, yeah?"

I can't help but laugh, nodding at the Canadian. Why he's made out to be the biggest ass, i have limited idea.

"Ms. Hughes, Mr. Caufield, Fernando and Lance will be needed in 30 for prep, so-" One of the staff mentions, earning a nod from the for of us. "We have prepared a set of stools in front of an Aston Martin backdrop for you all. It is just over here," She explains, pointing off to the side.

"Great, thank you much," I thank, taking the microphones from her hands before stealing Cole's hand from himself, pulling him to our designated chairs.

"Okay, so, the camera is here and rolling, so when you all are done we will edit it together," The woman explains, waving her hands around before walking off without a response.

"Y'all are very straight to business around here, aren't you?" The joke slips, ignoring my knowledge that Lance's father literally owns this team.

"You get used to it," Is Lance's chuckled response, just shrugging it off, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I get it, hockey's the same," Cole chimes, the little comment learning a kind smile. They're relating, Mom would say, it's how boys deal with feelings.

"Okay boys," I begin, clapping quietly and collecting their attention. "Starting in 3-" Cole's hand is moving to my leg, resting just above my knee in support. "2-" Fernando is running a hand through his hair, using Lance's sunglasses as a mirror. "And 1!"

"Hello everyone and welcome back to today's episode of A Women's Guide to Sports! As always, my name is Emily Hughes and today I am coming to you from the Canadian Grand Prix!"

"If you are one of my people who are watching this on social media, hi!" She greets with a little wave. "Or if you're one of my podcast diehards, I'm here to clue you in."

"As you most will have seen prior to this episode on social media, today I am here at the race with my brother Jack Hughes and Trevor Zegras, both probably lost in the paddock, and my boy Cole Caufield as guests of Aston Martin!" Cole gives her a little squeeze of acknowledgment with one hand, the other waving to the camera with a smile.

"Speaking of AM, we have some very special guests today, gentlemen, would you mind saying hi to the people on the other end of the audio?"

Both Aston drivers wave to the camera, offering a verbal hello as well.

"It's great to be here," Fernando assures, his quieter teammate nodding.

"We'll see if you still believe that when we're done with the questions I have for you two."

"Starting with?" Lance has enough self-respect to be concerned. He has seen her interviews before, asking about life while living the sport rather than just logistics.

'Women connect to a sport more when they can connect to a person, rather than data,' Emily had answered once when asked about the peculiar nature of her interviews.

Everyone knows those are the hardest questions to answer.

"So, we'll start a little easy on the questions here: Is it true that you have unofficially adopted Lance, Fernando?"

The older driver laughs, a light pink taking over Lance's cheeks as both men laugh, making Emily's smile impossibly larger, a sight that makes her brothers smile from off to the side, hidden from view and the camera.

"She seems to enjoy this," Max comments to Jack, noticing how easily she prompts the borderline ridiculous questions along, making sure to include many real questions about the cars performance and what it's like to live and love in Formula one. "She is doing better than most of the journalists."

Jack is an older brother, it's in his blood, and while that prevents him from trusting Emily's newfound family, he also knows that anything less than an attempt at acceptance would result in puppydog eyes.

And God all her brother's are a sucker for those.

"Yeah, she's studying journalism in New York, it's always been a passion of hers," Is the Hughes boys response, although he can't help the smile that takes place on his face. "While Quinn, Luke and I were pretending to be NHL stars as kids, she was pretending to interview us."

Max knew it would be hard not knowing her since she was a child. With his other half siblings he had been given the opportunity to be in their lives for all of those moments, or to at least know they happened.

"Now, this question is for the both of you," Emily catches his attention once more, "Fernando, towards the beginning of the season you were connected to one Taylor Swift, with rumors of you two being together floating around," She begins, giggling when Fernando winks dramatically at the camera. "With her mention in the sport, there was an increase in attention as everyone tried to puzzle out what was happening. Do you both believe that if big names such as Ms. Swift began to invest more into the sport, the audience would grow?"

Lance takes the question, diving in to how with his father being an investor, he does believe that if large names were to contribute more, the sport would increase in numbers. Fernando expands on it, explaining that that's how these things work, and why the teams like Ferrari and Redbull have such a following.

"So," Jack starts, doing his best to bond. "Do you have any other siblings?"

Max can't help the way his brows scrunch at the question. It's clearer by the second that as they watch their sister, they're just trying to get by.

"I have four," He decides to answer. "My sister Victoria is by full blood, then my sister Blue Jaye from my fathers second marriage and Jason and Mila from his third."

"God," the Hughes almost grunts. "Em has another brother and three sisters?"

"Yes," He hadn't processed that his siblings would be hers as well. "Does she have more brothers... through your family?" Is the only way Max can think to ask. "You mentioned a Quinn earlier?'

Jack nods, still in minor surprise that his sister has gone from simply having three brothers to now having five and three sisters. "Quinn's the oldest of us all, then there's me, Em, and we have a younger brother Luke."

Emily seems to have superior hearing, because her next question is on the same topic her brothers have been covering, "Now men, on to siblings, how does it feel knowing your sisters are superior to you?"

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Heyy! just found your acc and I am absolutely loving it here. idk if you'll read or reply to this but im writing this just because im kinda disheartened seeing some of these jikooker's behaviour. like i get it, we should always be open to the possibility of jikook being in a relationship with someone else but to see them dropping jikook in a matter of seconds after one shady grainy video drops is just... some are still adamant that jungkook does infact have a girlfriend. I've been seeing so many "jikook broke up", "jikook just bros", "jikook poly", "jikook were just fck buddies" it feels like these jikookers are just heavily insecure and somewhat believe certain taekookers' theories as they've been going off about how jikook haven't been close in 2023 and they are no longer 'glued together' just because we don't see it.

its like they were just ready to drop jikook and found this video issue to be the perfect opportunity lol....i honestly don't know where im going with this dkdkdjflkdjf but yeah. i dont think it was jungkook in that video (pretty obvious if you ask me) and I'll keep supporting jikook. jikook's bond is so different than all the other duos in bts and them not dating would be more shocking than them dating each other. ig these jikookers don't wanna act how taekookers did in the whole taennie situation but that's the thing this jungkook thing is in NO way similar to the taennie proofs we got. we got HD pictures and saw their managers in their video ffs.

also the acc that posted that video on weibo went on to post a clearly fake edited video of "jungkook" roaming around his apartment when asked why don't they have more videos of jungkook if they had so much access to jungkook's apartment, and had their lie get debunked so yeah. mindless rant over i guess. JIKOOK FOREVER.BTS FOREVER.

I almost logged out but since you love it here I love it here too🤭

You see right there- even if it was Jungkook in that video it is not conclusive of anything. It's just back hug. Looks like a younger boy worrying his Noona to me and if it wasn't then we need to talk about a little things called consent. Sis looked like she could use her personal space.

Besides, if it were him, nothing special there. He does that with every one. Almost all BTS members. I remember a video of Jimin asking him what he was doing clinging onto him behind him.

He did it with the tattoo girl and said there was nothing between them. How could this have been any different?

I feel people aren't used to seeing him interact with girls that much so they get uncomfortable getting glimpses of him around girls.

They will tell you he is the handsiest member of bts but then turn around and act flabbergasted when he gets handsy with anyone that's not their bias.

I'm glad he put those fake rumors to rest.

If that video was him that would have amounted to some heavy charges cos why we peeping at people's homes with cameras 🥲

The creepy things obsessed fans do and the lengths they go to give me chills. No respect for his privacy whatsoever.

He has friends other than jimin. He has FEMALE FRIENDS as well. People need to get used to that fact and stop acting like a disturbed beehive whenever the topic comes up.

He has female friends cousins acquaintances dancers assistants etc and he has a unique dynamic with each.

The entire Fandom needs to grow up.

For now I'm just embarrassed for them. Imagine cooking up a lie that didn't even take 2 secs to be shut down. The audacity they had to come into our dms trying to convince us we are making excuses for him and not accepting facts meanwhile the delulu ones were them all along.

And they seem to forget some of us are part of the groups they meet at to cook up these elaborate narratives just to stirr up shit. They dumb as fuck.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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👑Being Seijoh's Manager👑

Lesbian Manager Edition

Seijoh featuring Karasuno 👀 x Female Manager

Warnings: fluff, I didn't even out Swearing 😱

AN: This is an Anon request! This is an lgbtqia+ friendly fic 🏳️‍🌈

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

This one has been HIGHLY anticipated 😏

And I'm unsure if it's because of our resident lesbian manager

Or because we get to bully Oikawa 🤣

Im gonna go with both 🥰

Anyways, let's get started!

Now you weren't exactly secretive about your sexuality

You just didn't feel the need to flaunt it

Like SOME PEOPLE 🙄

Oikawa constantly needing to be surrounded by his adoring fan girls 😒

Anyways, from the start it was pretty clear you had no interest in any of the guys

Sure they found you attractive

And I mean, heck they are attractive as hell

But there just wasn't anything there

All of them understood the memo

Except for one 🙃

One guess as to whom it was?

If you guessed anyone other than Oikawa, you clearly haven't read my headcannons before 🤣

But really, this man thinks he's the king of volleyball

And more importantly, he thinks everyone had a crush on him

Guys, girls, non-binary folk, you name it, this man things they all want a piece of him

Which is why your rejection makes for very entertaining content for Seijoh

Because I think they've all figured out you play for the other team

A except Oikawa

Which this scenario so hilarious

One day, you are taking notes and Oikawa approaches you

"Hey YN, I've got tickets to a concert this weekend? Wanna go with me?"- Oikawa, turning on the charm

"No thanks"- you, extinguishing said charm

Mattsun, Makki and Kunimi are all just watching

Honestly they are so nosey I can't even 💅🏼

"YN I've asked you out a million times and you've always said no! Don't you know what a privilege it is to be asked out by yours truely"- Oikawa

"Shut up loserkawa and leave YN alone"- Iwaizumi, ready and waiting for your signal to pounce

"I appreciate the offer Oikawa but I'm not interested"- you working on your notes

"BY WHY NOT YN-CHANN"- Oikawa now whining

"😐 I'm gay Oikawa"- you, channeling Ushi and stating at Oikawa

Oikawa 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

Makki, Mattsun and Kunimi 👉🏻🤣💀

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🙄🤚🏻🏐👦

"IWA CHAN PLEASE IM HEARTBROKEN"- Oikawa

"In order for you to be heartbroken, you would have actually had to have a chance Oikawa"- You getting up and walking away 🚶‍♀️

You better ask Oikawa if he needs some ointment for that BURN

After that, Oikawa silently competes eith you for the attention of his female fans

Not that you even need to compete 💅🏼 you could have any of them

But they aren't your type

But you know who your type is 👀👀

A certain crow manager that's who 🙌🏻

So when you are filling water bottles up and the gorgeous Kiyoko enters your vision

You all but see stars 🤩

Please Kiyoko is an absolute goddess 🤚🏻

"Hi there! I'm Kiyoko, I manage Karasuno"

"I'm YN, I managed Oikawa, I mean Seijoh"

Please her laugh 😭😭😭

You know, the season 4 laugh when she's in the bath with Yachi 👇🏻

Say less she's utter perfection

Unfortunately for you, you will have to deal with her two wards bodyguards

"Kiyoko come to my arms sweet mama!!"- Noya all but running towards you and Kiyoko

Suddenly he stops ✋️ Tanaka running into his back

"Holy crap- we've hit the jackpot!"- Tanaka

"There's one for each of us"- Noya 😍

Please Kiyoko smack them

It has been dealt with ☺️

That is, until your own resident idiot approaches 🙄

"Yn-chan are these delinquents bothering you"- Oikawa followed by Iwa and the gang

"No"- You 😐

Channeling Iwa 😌

Thank you sir for your dedication 🤗

Before you and Kiyoko part with your respective idiots, you shot your shoot

"Hey could I get your number? I think it'd be cool if we could hand out?"- You to Kiyoko

"Oh absolute! Give me your phone and I'll punch it in"- kiyoko

You exchange phones

"I texted myself 😉 see you later YN"- Kiyoko

You look down at your phone at kiyokos text

"Hey there cutie 💓 "

Please everyone is just watching you right now and taking notes 📝

"Damn that was smooth Yn"- Mattsun

How did you do that YN?"- Oikawa

Tanaka and Noya are just staring 👁👄👁

There's no way I could be THAT EASY

"It's easy Oikawa, I'm just polite"- you, turning to walk back to the gym

"Wow"- Oikawa, stunned 😲

Not YN the resident dating guru 🤣

Please Terushima is probably watching you too 😭

What can you say, it comes natural ☺️

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hanaleeappreciationweek · 11 months

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Welcome to our second edition of the Hana Lee Appreciation Week!!

We start on our very first theme tomorrow! The theme is Throwback, which is very simple - if you have any pieces/content that you've created on Hana before, do not hesitate to show us! This is a chance to show it to a new audience, as well as maybe take us through the process of how you created it (if you want)!

For anyone who would like to run us through the process of creating, and would need some help, here is a simple ask list for your throwback pieces!

Any content is welcome!! Fanfic, fanart, edits, moodboards, interactive, media, headcanons, screenshots, playlists, meta...even screenshots of your favourite scenes would be great!! Our only requirement is that the content is centered on Hana, and that the depiction of her is positive. You can also send in WIPs in case you don't complete a work!

You can also send in a work on the days following a particular theme - this is no pressure for it to be put up exactly that day! We will also have an extra week for anyone who still needs time 💕 June 30th will be our final date for entries.

You can find our full list of prompts here!

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translatemunson · 1 year

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Eternity is enough time

Chapter 3 of Eternity with you series - chapter 1 - chapter 2

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Vampire!reader x Steve Harrington

Warnings: +18 SMUT (minors DNI), fem!reader, blood, biting, switch!steve, switch!eddie, switch!reader, kissing, anal, penetration, oral. (let me know if i forgot anything)

Author's notes: What a ride. Again, much thanks to @corrodedcorpses for the proofreading and editing. Can't promise I'll write more about our favourite vampires, but I'm never turning down the chance to write about them. Hope you like it! Thank you for your support! Also, I'm writing two new fics (one with rockstar!Eddie, and other with Steve - not vampires this time), so follow me or check my masterlist for more info.

Eddie turns around and ignores you.

“My final answer is no, Y/N” he’s risp and his tone is deep. He rushes to leave the bedroom, where Steve’s scent still lingers, stronger than any part of the house.

“C’mon, Eddie.” You whine, following him to the living room.

Neither of you had the courage to make the bed after Steve left a few hours earlier. Since that first night together you had both welcomed him into your relationship: first it was mostly about sex and bites, but then little by little you started to enjoy just spending time together.

You would sit between both guys on the couch and watch a movie you had chosen. Eddie would cook for you and ask you both a million questions about what he had made. Steve would invite you both to his house to enjoy the moonlight by the pool with some drinks.

It would start nice and sweet, and end rough and bloody.

Everything was going well until reality sunk in. Steve is human, you and Eddie are vampires. He could get sick, hurt, and tired. And he would get older.

New moon was approaching and you wanted to turn Steve. But as soon as you shared your thoughts with Eddie, he got mad. Like, really mad.

“I’m not sure what type of bullshit powers Steve used to get in your mind, but I’m not turning him.”

“I’m not asking you to do it. I can do it if it bothers you so much.”

“It’s not that, sweetie.”

“So what is it? You turned me and I survived. We brought Steve into our lives and I don’t want him to leave.”

“There is a difference between you and him. You asked me to do it because you couldn’t live without me. But Steve is driven by his death wish, he may have feelings for us, but he will leave us as soon as we give him what he wants.”

“You’re wrong, Eddie. Maybe the old Steve was like that, but the one that spends time with us really means everything he does. He drives me to work, he gets us blood from the hospital, he listens to what we want and respects it. He never looks at us sideways, even when we’re in our complete form. He loves us.”

“Well, when did he tell you that? Because I’m sure he didn’t say it to me.”

“Just drop this bullshit, Eddie, ok? I’m turning him, whether you like it or not. I’m not losing Steve.”

“No, you’re not.” For the first time, Eddie loses control, using his superhuman abilities to hurt you. He grabs your arm, hard, his nails cutting your skin. “You listen to me, you’re not turning Steve until I say so. Do you understand it?”

“You don’t own me.”

“Oh really? Do you remember who turned you and gave you all this power? Christ, you’re acting just like him.”

“Trying to protect what matters to me?”

“No, spoiled and stupid.” His feral look scares you a little. You’re not sure how, but his eyes shine even brighter and more vividly red when he turns, and his fangs get impossibly longer, he looks hauntingly beautiful. “This moon is not the right time.”

“So when is it gonna be?”

“Not now.”

“Then when? Eddie, please, he won’t leave.”

“You don’t know him as I do, love. He may not be doing it consciously, but he’s using you to get what I never gave to him.”

“Why?”

“I told you, he grabs what he wants and leaves.”

“No, Eddie, I think you’re wrong about Steve. You’re wrong about this! Is that so hard to admit that you feel something deeper for him? It’s ok if you’ve changed your mind and want to turn him now, it’s been years since you were together, Steve’s changed.”

“Stop it, Y/N.”

“I’m turning him on saturday. I love him, Eddie, just as much as I love you.”

“Stop. I said stop!”

Eddie snaps, gripping you even harder and pushing you against the wall. You cower back from his slightly, you’re not scared of him, you’re scared that you’ve fucked up this time. That you’ve truly disappointed him and that he’ll never forgive you.

As you’re about to speak the front door opens. You find Steve watching you, and his eyes growing wide with concern when he sees how Eddie is holding you.

“What’s happening, Munson? Why does she look scared?”

Eddie retrieves his hands from you, but stays close. His chest rises and falls shallowly in anger. There’s only one night where you’ve been almost certain Eddie was about to kill someone. It had been some stupid drunk that had started bothering you while you were bartending. It was just in the beginning of your relationship, so you thought he was just being overprotective. But looking at him now, you see the same wild look in his eyes, the same rigidness in his body.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” You question frantically. He was supposed to be working.

“I forgot to grab my lunch.”

You run from Eddie’s side to Steve’s as he enters the kitchen, trying to act like nothing had happened, not wanting to get in the middle of whatever was going on with you two. You run cold water over your arm where Eddie’s nails had punctured and Steve checks on you. He doesn’t see any wounds, but why did you still look hurt?

“You ok?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing.” You look over to Eddie. “We’ll be fine.”

“Call me if anything happens, ok?” He kisses you goodbye sweetly, your heart and Eddie’s swell at his concern. “Thank you for lunch, Eds,” he adds, giving Eddie a quick peck on the cheek, “see you two later.”

The look in Eddie’s eyes changes. His shoulders relax slightly as his eyes follow Steve out the door. He’s still wary of Steve, wary that you’ll both turn him and he’ll break your heart. Eddie could deal with Steve breaking his heart again, but yours was out of the question. Still, he knew you were at least right about him being different, maybe Steve deserved a chance.

You wait until you hear Steve steps in the distance and you walk past Eddie to your bedroom without sparing him a second glance. You busy yourself with finally making the bed and folding the clothes you had all discarded on the floor last night.

After a few minutes Eddie slinks into the bedroom, his head hung low.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He mumbles into the back of your head as his arms snake around your middle. “You’re right,” he breathes, almost like he’s surprised, “Steve’s changed. I’m sorry for not being honest with you about my feelings before, it’s just… When we had a thing, he would show up, make out with me and leave the second we finished. We never talked about our feelings, and as soon he found out about me, he would… it was like I was just another one of his toys.”

You hear the hurt in Eddie’s voice, he really had loved Steve back then, from what you can gather Steve was the first person he loved after changing and Steve had treated their relationship like it wasn’t a big, when it absolutely was to Eddie. Your resolve softens, you know Eddie was just trying to look out for you.

“That’s ok, Eds. He isn’t the Steve you met, just like you’re not the Eddie he met.”

“You’re right. Are you mad at me?”

“No Eds, I could never be mad at you.”

His hands slip under the t-shirt you stole from Steve — or was it Eddie? — and caress your belly. They continue to wander and you sigh in contentment at the feeling. It was only a matter of time before his fingers invaded the waistband of your shorts, slipping in to caress the skin there before running over your middle, rubbing small circles on your core. You throw your head back, letting him support your body as pleasure builds in your stomach.

“Wanna make out before planning Stevie’s big night?”

“Eds” is all you can reply with a moan when he fills you with two fingers without warning.

“You’re never tired of giving this pussy to us. Can’t wait for us to fuck the hell out of you.” He is good at keeping promises. “If you think Steve’s cock is big, wait until you turn him. Did you notice how your breasts got bigger and fuller? And your ass doesn’t fit your jeans?”

Eddie doesn’t let any detail escape. Yeah, you noticed, but you just thought you were putting on some weight from all the food Eddie cooks for you. If he didn’t explain to you that vampires can’t breed like humans, you would’ve thought you’re carrying his babies.

You press your ass against Eddie’s cock and he laughs.

“We’re gonna fill you up real good after saturday.”

Oh hell, you’re counting on that.

+++

You told Steve that you were meeting at his house. With his parent’s long gone to live in Florida, he had the huge house for himself. All the rooms you’re looking forward to be fucked on, all the bottles of whisky and wine that needed to be open.

However, you and Eddie decided to keep what was going to happen tonight a secret and also failed to mention when you were arriving, wanting to surprise Steve.

Eddie wears his usual clothes, but all in black. While running his errands, he got you a beautiful see-through black gown — the fabric was so thin and delicate that you almost ripped it on your way there. Your ass is fully exposed because of the g string panty you’re wearing, and you spared your tits of a bra. Your nipples are hard and sore from all the tension. To match, you’re wearing your black high heels.

You waited until close to midnight to arrive. Steve’s already at the door when you step out of the car.

“Fuck” he gasps at the sight of you.

“Hello to you to, big boy.” Eddie kisses him passionately. “Did you get everything ready?”

“I’m confused. What are we really doing tonight? I thought we were staying in, having some drinks and making out.”

“Oh, Stevie.” Eddie steps aside and you grab his chin. “Didn’t you check the calendar? It's a new moon night. Do you know what that means?”

“Huh, no. What does that mean?”

“That you’re becoming one of us tonight,” you say too casually

Steve's eyes practically bulge out of his head, words caught in his throat as he processes what you said. He finally gets to be like you both, be with you both, forever.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Eddie asks impatiently, grabbing Steve’s hair to tilt his head back, meeting his eyes.

“Y-yes.”

“Great. Shall we begin, honey?”

Everything gets blurry for a second. One minute you are on Steve’s front steps, the next you are all in the biggest bedroom of the house. Eddie wastes no time stripping off, freeing his wings in the process. You don’t realize how his actions make your wings rip your skin as well, ruining the back of your dress. Meanwhile, Steve is sitting on the edge of the bed — you made sure to rip his clothes as you all couldn’t your hands to yourselves on your way there — watching his lovers turn into something else.

You let your dress fall from your body and Eddie gets rid of the panties for you. You step out of your heels and wait for Eddie’s instructions. Since there were two of you, you were doing things a little differently tonight.

“Last chance to mark his body ours, love. Where do you wanna start?”

You kneel in front of Steve. He holds your face, touching your fangs and your sharp ears. Eddie sits beside Steve, taking his strong arm to his mouth. You both share a look before getting your mouths on Steve’s skin. Eddie starts with his wrist while you decide to start on the inside of his thigh, but you only make the wounds, moving to the next place without tasting a lot of his blood.

The moans Steve lets out are straight out of hell. He’s drowning in your bites, dick getting harder by the second. You move up his stomach, biting only enough to leave a mark. He grabs your ass and pulls you to his chest. Eddie forces his head back, making space on his neck.

“There’s no going back, Harrington. Are you sure?”

“Cut the small talk, Munson. You know I want this more than anything.”

“So you better behave, because everything comes with a price.”

Eddie captures your lips, the taste of Steve making your body ache. He gave you clear instructions: drink until his heartbeat slows down. He won’t die, but don’t risk it.

You path kisses along Steve’s jawline until you find your favourite spot on his neck. He forces you to roll your hips on his thigh. desperate for some kind of friction and you almost feel pity for him. But you don’t want to spoil both of your pleasure so you force your hips still, reveling in what will probably be the last time you’ll be stronger than steve.

“Love you, Stevie” you whisper into his neck before biting him.

Steve melts between you, forcing Eddie to hold him up and use his wings to shield the outside world from you. You sink your fangs deeper, drinking Steve’s blood like you’ve never done before. The red liquid gushing into your mouth. He is fucking addictive. You’re glad Eddie didn’t bite him all those years ago and you thank whatever god there might be that you get to drink from him like this.

You remove your lips from his skin when his heartbeat has become so slow you have to strain your ears to listen to it. Eddie extends his arm and you bring his wrist to your lips, breaking his skin and guiding a really drained Steve to drink it.

His eyes flash red at the first contact with Eddie’s blood. You bring your vampire boyfriend closer, kissing his lips and letting him lick the blood from your face as Steve continues to drink from his wrists. Eddie mumbles against you lips that you’re his creature, his lover, his little thing.

Suddenly, Steve’s lips let go of Eddie’s arm with a brutal scream that cuts the air. Eddie gets alert and moves instantly, hiding you behind his back to protect you from whatever is happening. He said it should be as smooth as your transformation, but Steve’s screams don’t match the expectation.

“He’s holding back. He’s resisting” you conclude, worry evident in your voice.

“Why?” Eddie questions, more to himself than you. You can hear the worry in his voice marching your own. Slowly he gets closer to Steve and holds his shoulder firmly. “Don’t fight back.” he whispers, trying to soothe Steve.

Steve throws his head back at once eye’s screwed shut in pain, and you hear something like bones breaking. You move forward, wanting to help, but Eddie uses his wings to keep you away. He touches his old lover’s face gently and it seems like that dulls some of the pain Steve is feeling.

Suddenly, Steve seems to be stronger than Eddie. He moves inhumanly fast, pinning the other boy against the bed. You get a chance to see the full scene: you watch as his ears elongate and his long fingernails dig into Eddie’s chest. The fangs are fully exposed because of his screams. The situation of his back explains why he is suffering so much: his skin is being ripped apart for his wings. There’s blood, lots of it.

You don’t remember suffering this much.

You step closer, the slight movement enough for Steve to finally notice you as he lets out a low sound, similar to a growl. Like he’s an animal and you’re getting too close to his meal, to Eddie. The boy you once knew was replaced by a beast.

“Steve, it’s me. I wanna help,” Eddie says as calmly as possible, but you can hear the hint of fear in his words.

It’s like he’s not himself. You look at Eddie with worry etched across your face. Have you done something wrong?

Like an animal, Steve takes in your scent and wades towards you. Eddie tries to stop him, but Steve’s faster, his hands already around your neck.

“Steve,” you choke out, pleadingly.

And for just a moment, you see your caring boy in his eyes.

In the next one, a wave of pain cuts through your neck.

“Kill her and I’ll torture you myself, you fucker!” Eddie threatens Steve, his hands trying to pull Steve away from you. But it looks like the sight of your blood seems to have calmed him down. Eddie loosens his grip on Steve when he notices the boy is no longer fighting back. Steve’s grip is gone, instead he leans forward slowly, leaving soft kisses along the wound on your neck. As soon as your blood slips past his lips he seems to come back to himself.

“Y/N?” he asks uncertainly and his eyes seem to finally focus, he takes in the worried and scared look on yours and Eddie’s faces, eyes finally finding the wound on your neck.

He jumps back suddenly, using his speed once more to isolate himself on the other side of the bed.

“Fuck, I’m,” he starts to say shakily, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I’m so sorry, W-what happened?” He sounds like he might cry.

“You turned,” Eddie says, helping you to sit in his lap on the bed. Still far from Steve. “How do you feel?”

“Hungry. And sore.”

Eddie points to the mirror and Steve runs to it.

“Fuck” is the only thing he can say.

Eddie checks on you. He licks the deep wound Steve did in your neck, on the opposite side of where Eddie had bitten you. Now you really are theirs, you think. You hold his shoulders, the adrenaline rush washing out of your system. You swear Eddie’s wings got even bigger, and his bulge is much thicker.

You feel Steve hugging you from behind—even though your wings are out. Eddie helps with your hips, lifting you up to give Steve access to your ass. You feel him, hard and thick against you. He leaves space for you to retract your wings before getting even more comfortable, nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“Happy with the result, big boy?” Eddie asks, cupping Steve’s face to bring him out from behind your shoulder. Steve looks overwhelmed, but his eyes are also dark with lust. “You’ll get used to all the heightened feelings, promise. Now let me have a good look at your fangs.”

You turn your head to look at Steve properly for the first time. The red eyes fit well within Steve’s figure, the black veins on his pale skin sharpening his jawline, and his fangs are sharp—not that he didn’t experiment them on you yet.

You can tell Eddie must be admiring Steve too as he surges forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Your middle aches at the sight. If you had told your past self that you’d be in between the two hottest vampires in the world, she would have laughed at you told you “yeah, you should stop reading fantasy books”. You roll your hips back and forth desperately, feeling left out, the stimulation making you moan. You moan louder every time, finally catching your boyfriends attention.

“She’s a needy whore, isn’t she?” Steve moves your hair away, giving him plenty of access to your neck.

“What do you want, baby?” Eddie grins and grabs your breasts with both hands.

“Y-you” your head is spinning with just the thought. “Want both of you,” you move your hips forward and back stronger this time. “Inside me now.”

“Oh and she’s bossy.” Steve purrs in your ear. “Do you think you can take it?”

Steve holds your ass and rubs his dick between your ass cheeks. Eddie does the same, but on your pussy.

“Steve, she’s so wet. Come here and feel it.”

Steve’s big hands touch your middle and you dig your hands on Eddie’s shoulders. He rubs your clit a few times and takes back his wet hands.

“Be a good girl and take both of our cocks, ok?” Eddie coos, making you feel weightless as he lays down a bit, positioning you over his hard and long dick. Behind you, Steve is coating his dick with your wetness and slapping your ass a few times.

“Let’s see if you can have both at the same time.”

Steve helps you sit on Eddie’s cock, letting him bottom out inside you before spitting on your asshole, coating you in as much slick as possible before finally filling you up with his own.

It burns as Steve’s head breaches your tight, unused hole. The stretch of both of their big and thick cocks is too much to take. Your ass hurts the most, Steve’s extra thick length - one of the perks of being turned - almost ripping you apart. It’s maddening, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

You feel Steve push further into you, letting out a pornographic moan as you feel his balls nestle against you as he bottoms out as well. You’ve never felt so full in your life, you;re already a panting moaning mess.

Eddie holds your waist tightly, using all his willpower to not thrust in to you without letting you adjust. When he feels you clamp down hard on his dick he can’t help but test the waters with one trust. Your head falls back into Steve’s shoulder, already cock drunk on Eddie barely thrusting.. You lean towards Eddie, gathering some strength and finding leverage on his chest to hold yourself up.

“Let’s do it at the same time.”

As soon as both dicks hit you together, you lose your shit. It’s like you’re complete, and you’re dripping. Steve’s balls hit your ass, Eddie’s hands rub your clit, your senses are totally lost. They keep the pace, finding pleasure inside you.

Steve trusts harder and moans “Fuck, I feel your dick when I fuck her like that.”

“Let me” Eddie gasps, thrusting you at a similar angle but even harder. He throws his head back in pleasure. “Fuck Harrington, you’re huge.”

“Wait, do this again.” Steve lays his hands on your lower stomach. Eddie does one long deep trust and you curse in pleasure at the feeling. “Yup, can feel you here.”

“You’re dicks are huge, I get it” you snap, they've been edging your orgasm for so long and you’ve been desperate all day. “Can you please just fuck me?”

“She’s definitely your little thing.” Steve laughs.

They start their movements again but faster now, finally fucking you hard like you so desperately need. You suddenly feel your walls twist and you come hard with a scream, wetting Eddie’s front. The sight and how hard you squeeze his cock enough for Steve to follow not long after, filling you up until you feel like there’s two dicks in your ass. Eddie comes after a few more thrusts, stilling inside you and thrusting deep, pushing his cum back up.

“If I see it dripping” he threatens you. “No orgasms for you for a week.”

Just to prove your point that no drop is going to waste, you grab some of his and Steve’s cum with your fingers and licks it.

“Happy?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, my love” Eddie pulls you in a deep kiss. “I fucking love you.”

“Love you too, Munson.”

You get off of Eddie’s lap and observe the boys. Their wings are gone now. You whisper something in Steve's ear and his cock twitches, a cheeky smile on his face. Eddie watches both of you and doesn't complain when Steve drags him to the end of the bed, sitting behind him before locking the older vampire with his arms and legs.

“Oh, Eddie, you look so defenseless like this.” You crawl in this direction, taking your time to show your big titties and face. “How do you feel knowing your creatures have you under their control?”

“It’s hot.” He tries to move, and Steve grips him harder.

“Don’t.” Steve whispers.

You lower yourself until your lips are a few inches away from Eddie’s cock. It still has some cum and shines like some kind of drug. You lick it and hum with the explosion on your lips.

You secretly wish they could impregnate you until your belly can’t take any more babies. The thought of mini Eddies and Steves grows in your stomach and you throw your mouth in the direction of Eddie’s dick.

You bob your head up and down, so slow you can feel every vein and movement. Once you take all of Eddie in your mouth, you sink your fangs on the base of this dick.

“Fuck.” He tries to fuck your throat, but Steve is stronger than him.

You remove your mouth with a loud pop and stare Steve. Leaning over Eddie’s body, you kiss Steve and drag your hard nipples against Eddie’s skin. You pull Steve closer, your hands in his hair. His hips move uncontrollably under Eddie’s, who moans like a little cry baby. You don’t wanna imagine how he would feel with Steve inside him. Maybe later you’ll see it for yourself.

“Good, right?”

You step back and attack his dick again. It hits the back of your throat. You hold your breath, and only release him when you’re suffocating. Moving your hands up and down his length, you lick his tip and let your fangs touch the skin.

“Baby,” he speaks. “I’m comin-fuck. Coming, in your mouth.”

You stroke him harder, Steve moves one of his hands to Eddie’s balls. And he melts between you, moaning your names. Eddie unloads his cum all over your mouth and face. You swallow most of it, and some you take with you to kiss Steve and let him taste your lover.

Eddie is locked between you two. But with his free hands, he captures your nipples and hips. Steve grabs you by your hair and slips his hand on your throat, his nails pinching your skill. When you feel you're almost coming from this alone, Eddie takes you away from Steve.

“Lay down, Harrington” he orders.

Steve does it without moving his eyes from you. Eddie holds you closer to his side, and you’re rocking your hips on his thigh to keep yourself turned on. He grabs your ass and manhandles you over Steve’s body, sitting you on his face. Steve locks your legs with his arms.

He goes down, spreads Steve’s legs and makes their dicks touch. Steve moans under you. He does that again and Steve move his hips up, almost begging to be fucked.

“Wanna come? Eat her out first.” Eddie positions himself on Steve hole. “What are you waiting for, big boy?”

Steve drags you down and connects his mouth to your swollen pussy. He fills you up with his tongue — did it get bigger as well? — and circles your clit with his fingers. Besides that, you have the perfect angle to watch Eddie while he edges Steve stroking his cock. You feel the boy moaning inside you. You roll your hips and your flesh bumps into Steve’s fangs.

“Fuck.” You do that again and Steve notices what is turning you on.

His hand stays on your clit, and he bites the flesh closer to your pussy. It hits you instantly and you arch back, giving Eddie a clear vision of what’s happening. He reaches to check if you really came and licks his finger with a perverse smile on his face. Your cum, mixed with your blood, could kill him.

He pumps himself for a few seconds, coating his dick with precum and giving you time to lift yourself from Steve’s face, and holds one of the boy's legs before pushing himself inside.

You lay down by Steve’s side and wrap your fingers around his dick. You can’t match Eddie’s pace — strong, fast and deep, inhumanly hot — so you just watch.

“Fucking brat” Eddie murmurs. “You want this dick, huh? Do you feel me? Answer me.”

“Y-yes, Eddie. Fuck, you’re so big. I missed this”

“Shut up, big boy. Tell me what you are now.”

Eddie’s strokes are stronger now. Steve’s dick is spasming in your hand. And he goes even faster, waiting for an answer.

“I’m yours” the moans take over Steve. “Your, your little thing.”

“Say it again.”

You move your hand to Steve’s throat and he growls. “Eddie’s little thing.”

One more push and Steve comes. He wets his stomach and keeps coming even after Eddie stops. Eddie lays down and plants a big kiss on Steve’s lips.

“Love you, Eddie. Always did” Steve confession hits Eddie hard for a few seconds.

“Love you too” Eddie kisses him again and looks at you. “I love you both so much.”

Steve turns his head in your direction and smiles “Love you, pretty little thing. Thank you for choosing me.”

You all take a quick break to let things sink in. You don’t think Eddie and Steve had admitted their feelings for each other before. You noticed the looks and their feelings towards each other and you. You’re happy that you went to that party because since Steve entered your lives, your worries have vanished.

Eddie takes a spot beside you, but it’s not like he’s done with you. And neither are you. You just need to slow down a little. But of course that doesn’t stop Eddie from stimulating your nipples while Steve kisses your lips.

You let go of your control, letting the boys take it, use you. You’re not tired, you just wanna focus on the sensations running through your body.

You don’t complain when Eddie moves you a little too strong. Or when Steve rubs your clit lazily. Or when they fill you up again together. They encourage you to find your pace, but you refuse and let them do whatever they want, however they want.

They hit you slower, but deep. Your climax builds up, burning you inside out. You curve your body and Eddie’s arms hold your waist.

“You’re so hot, baby. Don’t hold back now.”

You feel the skin in your back break. You’re hyperconscious of how your wings open and move. Steve gets closer to you and reaches for that sweet spot in your wings. Eddie touches the same spot on your other wing and you scream. Scream like they’re ripping you apart.

Steve supports you when you lose your strength. Eddie overstimulates you with his fingers wandering on your skin.

“Stop, please. I beg you.”

“Oh, you’re tired, my love?” Eddie kisses your shoulder. “Steve, should we give her a break?”

“She’s wasted, man. But do you wanna keep going?”

“Can go for one or two more. What do you have in mind?”

“Make her comfortable, I’m getting us something to drink first.”

Eddie takes you in his arms and Steve leaves the bed. Your body is a little sore, but nothing a good nap can’t cure. Eddie helps you sit in the arm chair and gets a new bed sheet — even though you don’t mind the blood, you appreciate the gesture. He takes you bridal style and helps you with the pillows. His mouth wanders your body, laying gentle kisses while he reassures you that you are everything he could dream of.

Steve gets back with some fancy wine and glasses. He pours and gives it to you. One sip is enough for you, while Eddie and Steve drink every single drop of the liquid. You feel your body relaxing.

As if it’s possible, you watch Eddie and Steve’s cock get harder. The boys exchange looks and put the glasses aside. Steve goes to kiss Eddie and his sweet touch has vanished. He’s pushing and grabbing Eddie’s hair, taking control of the situation. You spread your legs and keep your eyes peeled.

Steve moves Eddie to lay between your legs on his stomach in front of you, and positions himself behind him. He pumps Eddie’s dick a few times, coating him in the endless mix of cum and precum that leaks. But instead of letting Eddie take control of the situation, Steve slides his dick inside Eddie, and the boy stands on his fours, just a little over your body.

“You take my cock so well, Munson.” Steve’s trusts shoot a wave of pleasure through Eddie. “Did you miss it?”

Eddie is so tense and focused that he doesn’t formulate an answer. Steve grabs a handful of his hair and lifts Eddie’s head.

“Fuck. You’re so big” Eddie cries. “Fuck me Harrington.”

Steve's manners change, he’s hitting Eddie really hard, dragging his head back and pressing his palm firmly against his throat. Eddie uses your legs to keep himself up and still while Steve fucks him.

Your body turns into collateral damage between their sex. Steve lowers Eddie’s hips until the head of his cock is touching your pussy. One trust and Eddie almost gets inside you. Steve does that again and again until Eddie can’t hold his hips back anymore, the head of his dick sliding into you with each thrust.

A pair of wings show up and the view is almost divine. Eddie's muscles are tense, and you have to give him extra help to keep up. Steve brushes Eddie’s hair away from his neck before sinking his fangs deep into him.

This is enough to send Eddie over the edge, cumming hard inside you. His asshole clamps down on Steve’s dick, sending him over the edge as well. Steve removes his dick and pumps it a few times for more pleasure.

At the end, they lay each one by your side. Eddie fits his lips on your neck, drinking from you just enough to ease him, while Steve lays his head on your belly, smelling the mix of cum that you hold in your pussy.

“Fucking gorgeous” Steve whispers.

“Can we rest now, boys?” Your touch is sweet and sloppy. “You did so well.”

“Yes, baby, whatever you want.” Eddie answers.

They move around you and hold you tight.

Eternity now sounds like more than enough time to be loved.

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FAQ 🧡

Why hold an event?

Why not? In all seriousness though this event was started so that creatives in the FinnPoe fandom are able to come together for a week to celebrate the ship and create works for them.

What does it involve?

During August 14-20 you guys will be given 2 prompts each day from which you are able to either chose one, or both, or even combine them in order to create content for FinnPoe

Do I have to write or make new content for the event?

While we would encourage new content, it's okay to repurpose old work as long as it hasn't been posted before (unless you are rewriting, redrawing re-editing etc and creating a separate post for it.)

How involved do I have to be?

We encourage everyone to be involved in every single day of FinnPoe Week however we understand that everyone has lives outside of FinnPoe (unfortunately) so it's completely okay to participate on some days and not on others. If you don’t want to participate but would still like to observe, we would encourage you guys to share the works of people who do submit, in order to support them.

How can I participate?

Easy! Create a piece of media centring FinnPoe and post it using the tags or under the Ao3 collection.

What tags should I use?

For this event please use either #FinnPoeWeek2023 or #fpw2023 for your entries to be eligible. In addition to this you can also use #finnpoe, #stormpilot and any other tags relevant to the post. If your entry is NSFW please tag it as such.

Will there be an AO3 collection?

Yes the collection is called ‘FinnPoe Week 2023’

Where do I submit my pieces?

You can submit your works on tumblr, twitter, instagram and Ao3. If you want to submit to other sites as well please let us know.

Can I submit early?

While you guys are more than welcome to prepare early, please do not post your submissions before their respective days or it might get messy for all involved.

Can I submit late?

Absolutely! We are taking submissions for this event up until our next one.

When is the deadline? Is there a specific timezone?

There is no hard deadline and we’re not going off a specific time zone either for the days so you are free to post according to your timezone.

Do I need to make full on masterpieces?

You absolutely can but it is not necessary. A simple sketch, a first draft of a fic, a snippet of an edit or their equivalent is also completely fine.

Why have themes or prompts?

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Azul Ashengrotto of Royal Sword Academy || Chapter 23: Mummies and Skeletons

Summary:

After Sam's shop, Jamil's Halloween Tour for Azul officially begins and the couple first make their way to Octavinelle and Heartslabyul's booths, where their respective Prefects and Vice Prefects reveal that they haven't been the only ones facing romantic prospects and dilemmas.

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They pass by the other Scarabia students in their costumes, and some turn to greet and wave at them.

"Have a great day, boss!"

"Swing by again sometime, Mister Azul!"

"Wear costumes next time, you two!"

Azul turns to Jamil and casually links their hands again. "When is your costume shift?" he asks curiously.

"Tomorrow and then on Friday, from afternoon until the evening.” Jamil raises an eyebrow at Azul. "Why? Is someone interested? I'm not gonna look much different from the others here, just so you know."

"Just like how I don't look much different in my RSA uniform than my other schoolmates?" Azul tilts his head and smiles.

"... Touché,” Jamil returns the smile

"Oh, hey! Is that a Stamp Booklet in your hands, Mister Azul?" asked one of the Scarabia students. "Here! Lemme go and mark our stall down for you! If you're ever in need of a snack, Sam's selling limited-edition waffles so feel free to come back!"

"Thank you," Azul nods and takes back the stamped booklet.

"Enjoy your date!" the Scarabia student says brightly and returns to their booth.

"I'm happy to see that your residents are supportive," Azul says to Jamil. "I suppose I'm just surprised because the first impression I've had of your residents was when one of them threw their lunch at me," he adds in amusement.

"A-hah, well, we don't often make for the best people to go to when you want to make good first impressions." Jamil chuckles. "It does make me curious what'd go down if you two ever chance upon each other again. I can at least assure you he won't be throwing another lunch your way anytime soon. I think it was his way of protecting my pride for that quiz bee."

"Hmm," Azul hums thoughtfully. "I'd been wondering, when some of your schoolmates and your own residents were quite angry with me after that quiz bee, why weren't you? I mean, you did look like you wanted to stab me right after the quiz ended, but you didn't seem angry anymore when the Leech twins dragged us to the cafeteria."

"I was mostly confused and just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible," Jamil admits. "And even if I was upset at you, I was mostly upset with myself, so the anger against you didn't last for too long."

"I'm glad it didn't," Azul smiles. "Because even back then I already admired you. I've competed in a few quiz bees before, but no one came as close to beating me like you did. It reached a point when I was smiling every time you answered correctly."

"Strange. I don't think I've ever met anyone who'd be happy to get closely beaten…" Jamil says as they start making their way on the path leading back to the Hall of Mirrors. "Why? Craving for a fellow intellectual or something?"

"I suppose I was," Azul shrugs. "As I've said, I only really joined because my professors suggested that I do, and I saw no reason to refuse. I was prepared to be bored out of my mind again, but you made it more challenging."

"Well, I'm glad I was able to make it fun for you. I'm definitely up for a rematch someday. Although I honestly wanna see a showdown between you and our lil' valedictorian: Riddle Rosehearts from Heartslabyul. That guy's ruthless when it comes to being a know-it-all. Their dorm's got 810 rules and he's apparently memorized all of them by heart. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him get an imperfect score, even when the test had an item about a newfound thesis or research. If you really want a challenge, there's your guy."

"Rosehearts, the president of the Equestrian Club? Interesting," Azul says thoughtfully. “He did seem rather capable and competent when we went horseback riding with Najma a while back.”

Jamil nods. “Exactly. Anyway, we're heading to Octavinelle's booth next. Any guesses as to what they've become this Halloween?" He was certain they hadn't run into any Octavinelle student in costume in the dorm last night, and Jade left for the meeting earlier without changing.

"Hmm. Scarabia is werewolves, Pomefiore is vampires… I don't suppose Octavinelle went for zombies? Sea monsters are also possible, but that might be too on the nose. Or ghosts? I can see Floyd having fun with a costume made out of a sheet with eyeholes.”

"He would, and he'd be an absolute terror at it," Jamil shakes his head in amusement. "Well, here we are. On a normal day, this is our school's laboratory."

They stand by a building that's been decked out with cobwebs and machinery, making it resemble the lab of a mad scientist. Jamil leads Azul inside where they're greeted by a spacious but crowded room full of vials, surgery tables, various equipment, and tanks filled with bioluminescent water.

A few of the Octavinelle students were milling around, looking up at them thinking that they're visitors, only to blink in confusion. They're all dressed in classy suits of white fabric and linen, complete with bowler hats and arm draperies.

"Uh..." one of them speaks up. "Can we help you?"

"Hello," Azul greets him with a smile. "We're just visiting your booth. Oh, and getting a stamp," he shows him the booklet.

"Jamil!" a cheerful voice says, and Rey appears in costume. "I haven't seen you in forever! How's your dorm? How's your booth?" He seems to notice Azul for the first time. "Oh! And who's this?" his eyes drift to their linked hands and look questioningly at Jamil, the smile still on his face.

"Ah, hey Rey," Jamil nods in his direction before looking at Azul and gesturing to the Octavinelle Prefect. "Azul, this is Rey. Rey, this is Azul, a student from RSA. I'm just showing him around. Scarabia’s doing pretty well. How are things here?"

"Oh it's been chill, Jade did a super dope job with this place, I mean look at it!" he gestures proudly around. "And— Wait, Azul?" he turns to him. "Oh! You're the one who's co-managing Jade's café! Nice to finally meet you!" he claps Azul on the shoulder.

"It's nice to meet you too," Azul smiles back. "Thank you for allowing me to co-manage a shop in your dorm."

"It's no problem, man!" Rey says, then turns to Jamil. "Uh, hey, do you know where Tacitus is?"

"Tacitus?" Jamil blinks, confused. Why is Rey looking for his Vice Prefect? "I think he's at his room in Scarabia, since today's not his costume shift. Why?"

"I wanted to show him my costume," Rey grins. "Oh and I'm gonna ask him out. See you, guys!" he claps both of them on the shoulder and strolls out.

"Wh—!?" Jamil sputters out in bewilderment.

"Good luck!" someone from Octavinelle calls out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't think so!" says another, walking in front of Rey. "Prefect, today's your costume shift and we need you here to help hold down the fort. There were already a LOTTA visitors yesterday—it could end up disastrous if we don't have all hands on deck with us right now!"

"Oh right!" Rey says, as if he just realized what the booth is for. "The visitors! That's why we're in costume! Smart," he points an approving finger at the student. Then he pulls out his phone and starts typing. "Just gonna send a quick text to Tacitus, asking him to visit. Hmm, he doesn't like crowds, though. I'll just ask him to meet up later when the gates close for visitors again." He goes to sit in a chair at the side, texting and smiling at his phone.

"I can stamp that for you," the first student that approached them says politely to Azul.

"Oh thank you," Azul says, handing it over and accepting it after it had been stamped.

"I see that Rey's still the same as ever," Jamil comments, watching the guy type away on his phone before turning to the costumed Octavinelle student in charge of stamping. "But hang on, him and Tacitus? Since when had this been a thing?"

The student shrugs. "I don't know. But I've seen them hanging out a few times, and Tacitus was at Octavinelle yesterday. They had lunch in our lounge."

"I see this surprises you," Azul remarks. "Did they not seem close before?"

"Well, I didn't know much about Tacitus at all, and I certainly hadn't expected him and Rey of all people to get along..." Jamil mutters, looking almost concerned. "Rey seems like a nice guy, but I dunno…"

"If it's of any comfort to you, Jamil, the rest of us haven't quite figured Tacitus out either, despite his frequent visits. It seems like the only one who has an inclination of what he's like is Prefect Rey himself."

Jamil sighs. "I hope he treats him well… Sometimes, when I look at Tacitus, he just seems like a gust of desert wind would be enough to blow him away."

"I've only known Rey for the entirety of two minutes so I can't say much," Azul says. "But he did take into consideration Tacitus' dislike of crowds, so that at least shows that he cares about his feelings. And he seemed really excited to see him."

The Octavinelle student nods. "Yeah, don't worry, Jamil. Prefect Rey can be a little forgetful and… quirky sometimes, but he means well. And Azul has a point. Prefect Rey knows that Tacitus doesn't like going outside much, so they always hang out at our dorm or in any of the buildings here."

"That's saying a lot, considering Rey doesn't like ‘being cooped up for too long', according to him during one of our meetings." Jamil mentions. "Well, I hope they have fun later, then, and er… good luck for Day 2, you guys."

"Don't worry, we'll be fine, we've got Jade filling in with us after his meeting, but…" The student conspiratorially leans in with a whisper. "We gotta keep Prefect Rey attentive to his duties as much as possible."

"He seems to listen easily when you remind him," Azul says encouragingly. "Good luck for today, and great job on the decorations."

"Thanks," the student grins and walks off to greet the other visitors that are starting to come in.

"Their mummy costumes look good," Azul tells Jamil. "Was each dorm free to come up with their own theme?"

"Yup. Jade told me it was because both he and Rey were mermen, they wanted to try dressing up as the farthest thing from that, so desert mummies they became. Dunno why they went for a mad scientist in addition to that, though."

"Perhaps it was Floyd's idea," Azul says in amusement. "How did Scarabia decide on werewolves?"

"That sounds like Floyd," Jamil mutters. "As for our decision on werewolves, we also wanted to break from our usual norm of desert themes, and then someone thought about the coyotes roaming around at night before we started delving into folktales of people transforming into wolves around the colder regions of the Shaftlands, so… there we are. How about you? If you could dress up as a monster, what would you have liked to become?"

Azul thinks about it. "Perhaps one of those undead creatures who are made of stitched up body parts of different corpses. The idea of creating an entirely new sentient being from several different parts seems like an incredible feat, and as a costume the fake stitches seem like they'd make for good decoration. Or I could just go for a Kraken and save up on costume materials," he says playfully. "What about you?"

Jamil thought about it. "I think a part of me would be the type of asshole that'd dress up normally and say that I'm attending Halloween as a murderous sociopath. Though a skeleton would be pretty cool. It's gotta be a cool-looking skeleton, though. Speaking of, that's what the next location's all about. Come on."

"Bye, you two!" Rey waves them off.

Azul chuckles at Jamil's answer and waves a goodbye to Rey. "A cool-looking skeleton, huh? That definitely sounds intriguing." Then he looks thoughtful. "What costume would you like to see me in?" he asks Jamil.

Jamil blinks at him in surprise. "Oh, um… I'm not sure. I'd much prefer you looking comfortable in what you wear, so… I dunno. I don't really have anything in mind. Why? Do you?”

"I did pick a costume for our Music Club performance," Azul says. "I partly asked that question because I was wondering if you'd like what I had picked," he smiles. "Anyway, which dorm has the cool-looking skeletons?"

"Oh?" Jamil asks, deciding to focus on Azul's mystery outfit first. "How do you find your costume, then? Do you like it? Was it your idea to wear it?"

Azul nods. "It was my idea, yes. We were thinking of what songs we could perform that would be fitting for Halloween, and I remembered one that's based on a legend from the Shaftlands. My costume is based on one of the characters in the legend, I really like it," he says genuinely.

Jamil smiles at him. "Then I'm sure I'll love it. Now, as for the skeletons…"

They stop outside the botanical garden, with guests and visitors streaming in beside them. Jamil made sure no familiar Heartslabyul members were in sight before turning to Azul. "Which dorm do you think this is?"

Azul looks around. "The options are Ignihyde, Diasomnia, Heartslabyul, or Savanaclaw, correct? I don't see any advanced technological effects, so I think we can rule out Ignihyde. I don't see many beastmen either, so I'm guessing not Savanaclaw. It's either Diasomnia or Heartslabyul," he guesses.

"Huh? Oh, hey! You two!" Says a voice, and Ace pops up among the crowd, donning the dark and white clothes and a shovel. He waves and jogs over to them. "What're you doin' here? Showin' him around, Jamil?"

Jamil, though a little cross that the guessing was cut short, nods. "Yep. He's filling out stamps for that prize. Looks like you weren't beheaded, good for you."

"Beheaded?" Azul asks. "I'm guessing that's a metaphor, or Halloween in NRC is much more intense than I had expected."

"Psh, nah. It's my Prefect’s Signature Spell." Ace grimaces, the face of someone who's already experienced it. "It basically locks all your magic away until he dispels it. If you ask me, it's just as bad as an actual beheading. So you're here for stamps? You're gonna have to find our head 'gravedigger' for that! You'll find him inside our 'cemetery'!" He gestures at the large botanical dome. "He goes by the name of 'Trey Clover'. Knowing him, he's prolly not gonna be in-character. Says it's embarrassing."

"Look, momma! It's one of the monsters!" a little girl exclaims, pointing at Ace.

Ace smoothly turns to her and smiles. "Hey there, kiddo! Heading into the spooky graveyard first, are we? Sounds like you're pretty brave! Are you sure you can handle it?"

"We should leave him be for now," Jamil says, gently tugging Azul along as the girl giggles at Ace and tells him that he doesn't look scary at all.

"I seem to remember you mentioning the name 'Trey' back then,” Azul says as they walk deeper into the booth. “Is he the one who you said might be interested in judging our cooking competition?"

"Oh, right. Yeah. He's pretty reliable. Hardly pokes his nose into other people's business and can generally be relied on as one of the nicer guys in school,” Jamil explains, opening the door to reveal the sprawling greenery of the botanical garden shrouded in fog as decorated headstones and spooky memorabilia scatter throughout the space. Many of the Heartslabyul students are found here, slinking around greeting guests or taking pictures with them.

"You really go all out with your decorations," Azul smiles, looking around.

Jamil sees Trey up ahead, wearing his costume and smiling at a group of visitors while he stamps their booklets. They take a picture with him and thank him before walking away to explore.

"Well, of course,” Jamil says. “None of us plan on losing to the others… Though admittedly, there's no prize for whose booth is the best. It's just bragging rights. And we'll all insist that our respective dorms would have won," Jamil rolls his eyes. "It's so childish. If only we can all agree that Scarabia's is clearly superior."

They leisurely make their walk along the gravestones, each one written with customized inscriptions.

One of them reads:

HERE LIES DUMMY DEUCEY.

CAUSE OF DEATH: HIS OWN CAULDRON TO THE HEAD.

While the tombstone next to it states:

HERE LIES ACE THE MENACE.

CAUSE OF DEATH: TART THEFT.

"Looks like they had fun making the tombstones," Azul says in amusement, looking down at the inscriptions. He looks at Jamil again. "Do I get a prize if I say that Scarabia's booth is superior?"

Jamil snorts before giving Azul a side-hug. "A very pleased boyfriend, that's for certain... Anyway, that's our future cooking judge up ahead." He gestures to Trey and proceeds to make his way over.

Trey quickly notices them and smiles. "Ah. Hey, Jamil. And you must be…" He curiously glances at Azul. "Oh, I recognize you from the committee meetings between RSA and NRC leading up to Halloween. We never properly introduced ourselves before, have we? I'm Trey Clover, Heartslabyul's Vice Prefect. How can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm Azul Ashengrotto," Azul smiles. "A pleasure to meet you. Jamil is just showing me around the booths, and Ace said you're the one to look for if we want to get stamps," he shows the booklet.

"Ah, of course," Trey takes it. "So, Azul, how were the cookies?" he says while stamping the booklet.

"Sorry?" Azul says in confusion.

Trey smiles and hands the booklet back to Azul. "The seashell cookies, that Jamil asked me to help him bake for the Autumn Dance."

"Oh! They were excellent," Azul smiles. "I must say that I'd never seen edible hinges on a pastry before. It's kind of you to help Jamil make them. How did you know they were for me?" he wonders aloud.

"Jamil had never approached me for confectionery help before, and he was determined for it to go well, so I figured it must be for something special. Then Riddle tells me that you were walking around NRC wearing Jamil's blazer. It didn't take much to figure out.” Trey gives Jamil a knowing look.

"AHEM! Thank you, Trey," Jamil mutters, looking away in embarrassment. "There's no point in slyly exposing me at this point. Azul already knows how bad I got it for him."

Azul chuckles, his cheeks turning pink. "I never know how to respond when you say things like that, you know?"

Trey laughs good-naturedly. "Well I'm glad you didn't remain stubbornly secretive about it, Jamil. Look at you being a changed man," he teases.

"What do you mean? Have I always been that obvious?" Jamil asks, flustered. "You don't know. I could've just wanted to give those baked treats to a friend or get myself some favors for leverage down the road..."

"Your only close friends here are Ace, Floyd, and Ruggie, and you don't seem the type to give pastries to each other," Trey says. "And your smile after we baked the cookies was genuinely happy and not at all devious. I could have been reading too much into it," he shrugs, "But then we all saw how you two were dancing at the ball, and that was that.”

Now Jamil wishes he knew more about Trey, just so he could clap back and tease him on his crushes. But he unfortunately doesn't have much to go on. Trey is unsurprisingly a very desirable fellow on campus, even attracting attention from people like Vil and Jade.

"... Fine,” Jamil relents with a sigh. "I guess I was pretty bad at keeping it all under wraps… But it's whatever now, right? How are things going over here?"

"Good, even the freshmen are handling things well enough even when there are a lot of visitors," Trey says.

"Oh, hello," Riddle appears beside Trey and greets all of them, then turns back to Trey. "I'm just reminding you that your break is in an hour."

"Oh," Trey looks at his watch. "Thanks, Riddle," he smiles.

"How are the booths so far?" Riddle asks them.

"They seem to be doing well enough, though I might have to check back on Scarabia later to be sure,” Jamil replies. “But for now, I'm just showing Azul around. We're heading to Diasomnia's next.”

Jamil finds himself squinting at both Riddle and Trey, wondering if there's something between them. They certainly have a stronger bond than the average Prefect and Vice Prefect would have.

"Ah, their decorations are certainly a sight to behold," Riddle says approvingly.

"Maybe you'll run into Yuu and Grim while you're there," Trey says. "They put on some costumes, too."

"All right, I shall go check on the others and make sure that everything is still in order," Riddle says.

"Hey, you should also take a break soon, okay?" Trey says, his tone softening. "You've been working since breakfast."

"I'm fine, Trey," Riddle says. "As Prefect, my residents must always feel assured that I am around if they ever need help."

"They can handle it, you've taught all of them well." Trey isn't backing down.

Riddle purses his lips. "Still, I should be here–"

"If you don't take a break, neither will I," Trey cuts him off, sounding a little playful but looking serious.

Riddle's mouth parts in surprise, but he relents. "Fine. I'll take a small break now, and I'll return when it's your break time, okay?"

"Sounds good," Trey smiles.

Riddle steps closer to Trey and straightens his collar. "There. All that posing for photos seems to have gotten you a little disheveled," he says playfully.

Trey averts his eyes from Riddle's face so close to him and lets out a nervous chuckle, his own face reddening. "Sorry, Prefect."

"Oh stop it, I was joking," Riddle says with a smile. Then he turns to Azul and Jamil. "Enjoy the rest of the booths," he says then walks away.

"Do you bake cookies for him, Trey?" Azul asks mischievously.

"What?" Trey looks caught off-guard. "No, I–" he laughs awkwardly. "Riddle and I are childhood friends. That's it."

"I see. I suppose that makes sense, he was on a date with that Pomefiore bloke earlier, they looked really sweet together."

"What?" Trey frowns. "Who? And when? Riddle hasn't told me anything. Was it Rook? They were probably just talking, Rook can be overly friendly to people and it can look like a date. Was it him? Blond guy, probably with a bow and arrow?"

Azul just smirks wordlessly, and understanding appears on Trey's face.

"Ah. You are dastardly for an RSA student, Azul," Trey wags a finger at him, smiling.

"Seems like it's an NRC trait to be stubbornly secretive," Azul smiles back.

Jamil chuckles at Azul's antics. "Well now… Looks like your baking for Riddle's got its own special motivations, too. Planning on telling him anytime soon?"

Trey laughs nervously, adjusting his glasses. "Well I– I mean– I don't even know where to begin, you know?" he looks at them, then furrows his eyebrows curiously at Jamil. "How did you tell Azul? Such a private guy like you. Or did Azul admit it first?"

Jamil blinks at him. Could Trey be asking for advice?

"I did it in the smoothest way possible," he playfully fibs.

Azul chuckles, smiling fondly at Jamil, but he just watches their exchange and doesn't say anything.

"Really?" Trey raises an eyebrow in amusement and crosses his arms. "And how did you do that? Care to help out an old upperclassman?"

Oh, Jamil's digging himself into a hole here.

"... Well..." Jamil glances at Azul for help and sees that he won't be getting any. "We were talking, and the talking... escalated. I made a move, Azul moved back and… we took off from there."

Trey looks at him for a few moments and smiles. "I'm proud of you, Jamil," he says genuinely, with a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

"If I may," Azul finally speaks. "If you really want to tell Riddle, then simply start by talking to him. You're already close friends so it shouldn't be too difficult."

"I'm not sure how I feel talking about this so out in the open like this," Trey chuckles and looks around shyly at all the visitors roaming their booth. "But… even if we do talk about it… If he doesn't feel the same, then we might end up being awkward around each other. I just don't wanna mess up what we have now, you know? I'm happy where we are."

"And if someone else were to court Riddle and date him?" Azul asks pointedly.

Trey purses his lips. "It'll be Riddle's choice if he wants to date someone else, I won't stop him."

"Then let him know that you're one of the choices," Azul says slowly, as if to emphasize the point. "I realize we've only met today, and I don't want to impose. But from what I've seen, I don't think there's anything you can say to Riddle that would drive him away. Jamil here knows the two of you better, do you agree?" he turns to Jamil.

"Honestly? Yeah," Jamil nods, crossing his arms and dropping the playfulness. "Riddle relies and trusts you a lot. I get how you feel, being unsure about where you both stand… But I think Riddle of all people would appreciate it if you approach him about it honestly… Though I suppose it can't hurt to be extra sure. Have you gathered any information from other Heartslabyuls about how Riddle might feel about you?”

"You make it sound like spywork or something," Trey says shyly, shaking his head. "Uh, our dorm mates like to tease us sometimes, though mostly me when Riddle isn't around. But that doesn't really mean anything."

"You don't know, maybe they noticed something in Riddle too, if they felt confident enough to tease you about it,” Jamil tells him. "You don't have to follow any of my and Azul's thoughts on the matter. In the end, the decision really is up to you. But Riddle's considerably changed since the first few weeks of school. I think you can trust that whatever you tell him, the both of you will be able to talk it out properly without jeopardizing your friendship.”

Trey nods slowly, a thoughtful look on his face, and he gives them a small smile. "Thanks, guys. I'll keep that in mind. I'm gonna get back to work now," he nods at new visitors approaching and walks over to them. The kids stare in awe at his costume and excitedly ask their parents to take their picture with him.

"Weren't… you afraid?" Azul asks Jamil as they make their way out of the booth. "That you might jeopardize our friendship if you had admitted your feelings?"

"I was... but the main reason I hesitated telling you was that I wanted to wait for the right moment to say it, though it was hard to find that with events and issues popping up here and there. What about you?" Jamil asks curiously.

Azul looks ahead as he thinks about it. "I suppose I was more like Trey. I was already happy with what we had, and I was afraid to do anything that might mess it up, even though I wanted more. Wait…" he turns to Jamil in realization. "That moment in the aviary, just before my phone rang, were you about to confess your feelings then?"

Jamil can't help but shyly smile. "I thought the timing felt right then and there, but… well, it didn't work out. So this was all a little late."

Azul smiles fondly and takes Jamil's hand, lacing their fingers together. "You did save my life that day, so I don't mind that the confession was a little late. Especially since you kissed me right after confessing," his tone becomes a bit more playful.

Jamil grins wryly, leading Azul outside of the garden and into the autumn daylight. "It was hard to keep myself away from you once the cat got out of the bag.”

“Dangerous words, Viper.” Azul's eyes glint mischievously.

Jamil chuckles and turns away from Azul's gaze, his face warming. Sevens, the guy could really flirt if he wanted to. That was deeply unfair.

“Speaking of cats,” Jamil pointedly changes the subject as they approach Ramshackle dorm. “How do you feel about a monster that particularly looks like one, but with fire in its ears and a pitchfork for a tail? Hope you're not too freaked out by abnormal creatures…”

Author's Notes:

Thank you for your patience with this update sdkjflskdfj, I hope you liked it! ^_^

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Built to Last

Not knowing an ad’s genesis, I make it a rule to refrain from commenting on it, but there are times when exceptions to the rule are necessary:

Appalled by commercial after commercial appearing on a recent Super Bowl, I didn’t hold back, dismissing the dozens that were dismissible, praising the one that wasn’t.

Impressed by the long overdue recognition of my former agency, Ammirati & Puris, I didn’t hold back there either, acknowledging what was great about a shop most everyone considered stellar. Like other once-great-now-gone firms victimized then extinguished by holding company avarice, Ammirati’s rightly celebrated work endures.

Australia not only has earned a reputation for inventiveness when it comes to films and scripted television drama, they are marvelously iconoclastic when it comes to advertising, best reflected in the spot, “Dumb Ways to Die.” Suspend judgement on the wickedly direct, very unsettling title and watch; you’ll see why Australia is home to some of the best creative work ever.

Given the deep respect I have for Yvon Chouinard and the company he founded, Patagonia, years ago I cited one of the print ads I hold in high regard, recognizing that to this day remains true to the company’s core values.

That makes four examples in nearly 750 posts written over more than 13 years, so I often don’t give in to the need to play the critic, but am reminded of this because Chouinard was in the news recently, this time with a New York Times guest editorial, where he observes:

“The company I founded turns 50 this year. People ask me how it has managed to stick around so long when the average life span of a corporation is less than 20 years. I tell them it’s been our unrelenting focus on quality, which includes making things that last and that cause the least amount of harm to our planet.”

He observes that critics,

“thought we were crazy for repairing our own gear and urging our customers to buy less. They said our focus on quality would drive up prices and put our products out of reach. “But the naysayers were wrong.”

Then goes on to say,

“Quality is smart business. Even during economic downturns, people don’t stop spending. In our experience, instead of wanting more, they value better.”

Patagonia makes stuff – climbing gear, all-weather apparel, a variety of outdoor equipment – but step back from the items they produce and you see not things, you see values – durability, sustainability, longevity that borders on timeless, unimpeachable, and eternal.

I work in a business that doesn’t make stuff; at its best, it makes ideas; ideas that find their voice in all forms of advertising and marketing, in colleague support when its needed most, in client service at its best, when it solves problems, pursues opportunities, and builds enduring relationships.

It’s a business to which my former advertising agency, Ammirati & Puris, dedicated itself, explaining, in part, the post I wrote about it, in an industry where fewer such shops exist, seemingly losing their sense of mission, vision, and purpose.

It’s a business to which The Art of Client Service dedicates itself, explaining, in part, why I’ve written three editions over the last 20-plus years, and always am thinking how I can help people get better at what they do.

And it’s the business to which Yvon Chouinard and Patagonia dedicates itself, explaining in part, why it could succeed when predictions said couldn’t.

As Chouinard points out, “the poor can’t afford cheap goods.” Clients can’t afford cheap advertising either, or short-changed client service, or work that is perishable, disposable, and forgettable, something all of us should keep in mind the next time we search for something cheap, which often means, something not worth whatever you paid for it.

A concluding thought: “Built to last” is a fitting way to end the year; the next time we connect, it will be 2024. To repeat what I said in my last post, if you’re traveling to see family or friends, by all means travel safe.

Thursday also is Roberta’s and my 26th wedding anniversary, another thing that’s built to last. Happy anniversary Honey! Xoxo mbb

#advertising #marketing

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Boys Planet, Episode 7 Recap Part 6: Not Spring, Love, or Cherry Blossoms

Ok, let’s tackle the next song from Episode 7 -- Not Spring, Love or Cherry Blossoms, originally by High4 and IU, and performed by three kind of underdog trainees. Click Read more or Keep reading or do whatever you gotta do, and let’s talk about this performance.

At 1:18:19 of Episode 7, Huta calls up the next team, and everyone gushes over how nice they look. But the judges are worried, because these trainees are low skilled and/or low ranked.

They introduce themselves with some aegyo stuff, and almost immediately we cut back in time to rehearsal. So, as a reminder, our little sakura flowers are:

Trainee name (rank) Star Level test /Challenge 1 /age final star level

Lee Da Eul (13) Replay /Danger - K /18 🚫

Bak Do Ha (24) My House (Blue) /Hot Sauce - K /20 🚫

Jung I Chan (52) Mirotic /Danger - K /20 ⭐⭐

When we saw them in episode six, MNET gave them exactly one minute of screen time and used most of it to mock their past performances. You probably recognize all of them, but if you don’t, you’ll be given a recap of how I-chan lived his nightmare on stage in episode 4 and how Bak Doha is lowkey the laughing stock of SK right now, but like, in a good way.

It’s also important to remember how Lee Da Eul really came across like a jerk when he refused to give up his main rapper position in Danger, and implied that since he had chosen the team, that their purpose was to support him as he excelled. I didn’t take it well, and I get the impression that other people didn’t either. I don’t think, for the record, that this is evil editing. Lee Da Eul really said that, and all MNET did was show it. Up until that point he’d been their darling, and only benefited from their editing, so it would be weird for them to turn on him for no reason at all. Nope, he said that stuff.

But as irritating as it was, and as irritated as I was at the time, I’ve made the choice to forgive DaEul. He’s just a kid, and being so highly ranked at the beginning made him feel a little big for his britches. I wouldn’t want to be held responsible for dumb shit I said when I was 18 or 19, that’s for sure. So, let’s see what DaEul does with his second chance.

So yeah, we pick up with the rehearsal, and Onestar, the younger male vocal trainer, is openly mocking the team, sarcastically calling them The Avengers. The trainees have kind of no choice but to laugh along as they’re being insulted by the adults who they depend on. Sigh. Then we get a recap of all their past terrible singing.

The judges ask how Bak Doha ended up with the killing part, and we go to a flashback-within-a-flashback: part distribution. I-Chan, who as we will learn really does have a lovely singing voice and at least some understanding of music, tries to make the best he can of the situation, and distributes the parts as fairly and reasonably as possible considering that neither of his teammates can really sing. He seems pretty relaxed in his confessionals -- he doesn’t expect much from his team, but is still trying to do his best.

Their part distribution is super “fair” -- I-Chan and DaEual are Main Vocal and Main Rapper respectively, and Doha has the killing part. Doha jokes that he’s happy to finally be able to put a star sticker on his shirt, after being a no-star this whole time. But if you look closely at his confessional he’s not wearing a star sticker. Hmm.

Back to rehearsal, where the boys run through the song. Wow, sometimes we catch a few moments of I-chan singing and it’s really great. He’s wearing an eyepatch, and when we see him in the interviews that eye looks a little red and swollen. I guess it’s just a sty, but those usually take two weeks to heal and this one seems to heal faster than that, because he doesn't end up performing with an eyepatch on.

Anyway, the judges don’t have much nice to say about their singing or performing, that we see. Instead, the judges focus in on part distribution. The boys say that they distributed the parts based on who they thought would do each part best. Bobby gives the confusing advice: “I think it’d be better to focus on your own color.” What the heck does that mean? I assume they talked more about it because it seems that the boys understand, but I sure don’t.

In any case, the upshot seems to be that they need to redistribute the parts. They take the killing part from Doha and give it to Daeul, and Doha kind of cheerfully mourns the loss of the only star sticker he ever got.

Then they give the main rapper position to Doha, taking it from Daeul. It seems like a good trade, really. When there’s only three of you on stage, the killing part doesn’t matter nearly as much.

Also, Bak Doha seems like a really put-together guy with a good sense of proportion. He doesn’t get super upset about losing the killing part, but he’s honest enough to admit that it bugs him a little. It’s the worst when someone is like “really it’s fine!” and you know it is NOT fine. Instead, he makes it into a joke so people feel comfortable but it’s not this *secret*.

In the interview, Daul murmurs that he’ll do his best with the Killing Part. Really, he’s barely audible. He always was kind of soft-spoken in interviews, but it’s kind of ridiculous at this point. Why are you whispering, Daul? Though I think we’ll sort of figure it out as the episode progresses.

Now Bak Doha needs to write a rap, and says it’s hard, like he’s gathering dragon balls. I’m not making that up -- that’s what he says. Aww, Doha, why are you so lovable? Please go into acting. You can bring some of that lovability to set. Imagine Doha as the lead in a rom-com drama? I can see it. In any case, Doha stays up late at night to try to write his rap -- aww! Well, I never said he wasn’t hard working, because he obviously is.

At dress rehearsal, the stage is decorated to look like a cute living room, and Doha jokes, “in the end, we ended up at My House.” All the judges laugh. I appreciate the self-deprecating humor -- I really hope it helps ward off embarrassment. I don’t want either of the Houses to wake up in the middle of the night for 10 years, feeling embarrassed. That’s what I do. Just, everything I’ve ever done, ever, on a random rotating carousel of embarrassment that spins past my eyes every time I try to sleep. Sigh.

The judges also note that they like Doha’s speaking voice -- again, it’s almost as if Doha should go into ACTING? Doha’s rapping is basically what used to be called “sing talking.” As ph-1 notes, it’s utterly without swag, and yet somehow it’s nice to listen to. It’s the male version of the way Dahyun from Twice and Irene from Red Velvet rap.

The performance

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The song basically is about someone who has barely noticed that it’s spring -- everyone around her is obsessed with the cherry blossoms and spring and love, but she’s alone, so she doesn’t want to talk about those things. So the lyrics are actually a little sad, as much as everyone implies that the song is relaxing or sweet.

Doha’s rap per this video:

There was nothing special, the drama ending was obvious anyway. It’s like a trauma repeated every day. What story do you want in the season ending soon? Not spring, love, or cherry blossoms, stop talking nonsense. Ay the world is second to none, not getting tired of it, spring full of warmth like a sweet dream, I need that, that it’s you.

My take:

First off, stylist noona, you know that quote by Coco Chanel, “Before you send your trainees out on stage, take one giant bow off of them”? I think that’s how the quote goes, right? Anyway.

My goodness, but I-chan has a great voice. It’s textured, cleanly on pitch, just nice to listen to. He must have been sick or something during the first challenge mission, because it doesn’t even seem like the same person singing. He still has the same basic problem, though: his facial expressions. I-chan doesn’t have to smile like TaeRae to be a good stage performer, but he has to make eye contact with the camera and smile at least some of the time. He looks either kind of blank or sort of unhappy the whole time, and often turned away physically from the audience and camera. He either needs to practice facial expression in the mirror, or he needs to look into singing for OSTs or something. But really, he does have a great voice, and I’m so glad he had this second chance to show everyone what he can do. Good work, I-chan.

DaEul and Doha have both improved their vocals markedly since when we first met them. It’s really a testament to the power of good vocal instruction that Doha can even find the note, since early on he really showed signs of being completely tone deaf. Neither is someone whose voice I’d specifically seek out to listen to, but both did a decent job. Doha’s talk-rapping works in its own way, which again shows why he should go into acting. And DaEul is well suited to this lighter, cuter concept.

I think if I’d had that A/B button thing to press, I would have pressed A for all of them, since they all did what they set out to do. If I could only pick one, it’d be I-chan, of course.

The edit:

The edit is kind to all of them. The reactions from the judges, trainees, and audience all convince you that they’re good. Also, I love how LipJ just straight up wants to boink almost all the trainees. Get down with yourself, LipJ.

The voting:

Oh, here’s where it happens.

So, they’re going to reveal the third place person first, and when they see that the vote count for it is only 387 votes, Daul says, “It think it’s me.”

Aww, jeez.

The show doesn’t address it at all, no one actually says it out loud, but we, watching at home, know that the in-studio audience was just punishing him for that shit he pulled during Danger, and oof, and you can see that he’s just sort of… lifeless about it. Like, this is what’s happening, and he can’t do anything about it, now that everyone hates him. He just has to deal with it. His fall from grace was so hard and so sudden that it must feel almost unreal to him.

And you can see that both I-chan and Doha are on his side -- they both probably kind of knew that this would happen and they both are here to support him. Aww, poor kid.

I don’t really follow BP news or gossip online because I’m usually behind and I don’t like to get spoiled, and the news will just pop up on my phone randomly if I start reading stuff about it online, so it’s just better to stay away. But I assume a lot of people felt the way I did when I was recapping Danger, and now they all hate Daeul. It kind of makes sense now why he’s been so subdued over this episode. That’s gotta really, really hurt, no matter whether he “deserves” it or not. I don’t know when anyone really “deserves” to be dogpiled by strangers on the internet. I mean, yeah, I wasn’t super kind to him in my recaps, but I also wasn’t sending him death threats. Jeez, people.

I don’t hate Daeul. I hate how he behaved, and still strongly believe that that was not evil editing. But I don’t hate him. I’m not that sorry that he fell in the rankings, because he isn’t as skilled as the other trainees, and if there is only a limited number of seats available, then I’d rather that they go to someone more deserving. But I do feel sad that the backlash he got was almost certainly not appropriate for his "crime." I don't know him, but it looks like he's internalized what happened and hopefully learned from it. I hope it doesn't haunt him forever.

In his interview, he says, “really, I…”, then exhales. Then the editors put him in slow motion for half a second so they can get a clean cut before he starts to speak again. I don’t know what he would have said, but whatever it was, MNET has decided not to let us hear it.

I do know what his pinned comment on his fancam says, though (filtered through google translate, of course):

hello!! This is 🌕 Lee Da-eul 🌕 from the ""Spring is here but why am I alone"" class who came to take an introduction to love studies other than spring love and cherry blossoms!

First of all, thank you so much to all of you who came to see my fancam, which is still lacking! I have only this moment to tell my story to those who like me, so I think every word is precious to me!

Last time, I mainly listened to rap on BTS seniors' Danger stage, so this time, 'You can do vocals on a sweet and cute stage!' In order to make you think, I chose a stage other than spring, love, and cherry blossoms!

I promise myself every day that I only want to show a good side of myself, but there are things that are not delivered to the fans the way I want, so I feel bad that both the fans have had a hard time. I promise to always show my true self, and I would be grateful if the fans would clear up any misunderstandings and trust me!

Thanks to those who believe in me and love me as I am, I think I can endure and keep running! In order to repay that expectation, I will think only of you, think about, practice, and work hard for you! Haha, are you too lazy! I'm sorry that I only talked about myself too much!

Even if it's lacking, I will continue to make Lee Da-eul better than before!

Thank you with all my heart to all the people who support me who take care of my life. Make sure to get a good night's sleep, eat well, and eat a little late-night snack..! Condition management is really important..! Until the day we see you again next time, I hope you are healthy and full of good things! If it's short, it's short, if it's long, thank you for reading the long article! i love you!!

Bak Doha’s comment on his own fan cam is:

hello everyone ! I am Bak Do-ha, a class of 22, who is going to see our cherry blossoms 🌸 who is retaking the Introduction to Love Studies class this semester. I'm writing this at the point where it's been less than 5 hours since I finished the stage, not just in the spring of love and cherry blossoms, and the memory of meeting you guys is still vivid. The memory of today will never be forgotten in the future. Thank you guys 🤍

To be honest, I had a lot of worries while preparing for this mission. Uh,,, I always had a lot of worries, but this time I think it was a bit harsh. Starting from worrying about whether I can join this mission without being eliminated, what position and what song should I choose to show you a better image... Among them, I think I was most concerned about my own musical talent. I want to do well, so I'm putting in a lot of effort, but to be honest, I'm not good at dancing, singing, or rapping haha,,,🥲 So, even if I survived, I was really worried about whether I would be able to solve the given mission well. While I was spending time thinking about it, I was so thankful that I was able to prepare for the 2nd mission with an undeserved ranking, and I chose the song ‘Not Spring, Love, Cherry Blossoms’.

I thought I could best express this song with a warm atmosphere, and the dance seemed to show a little bit of growth in the first mission, Hot Sauce, so this time I wanted to show you singing and rapping. So while preparing for this stage, I practiced singing hard and wrote rap lyrics, so I pressed down the message I wanted to convey to you all. But writing rap lyrics was a lot harder than I thought... ,I felt the pain of creation for the first time😂 It took me 3 days to write 8 words in an attempt to convey a message with a sense of rhythm and rhyme.

We successfully showed our growth in dancing, singing, and rapping, so even if we get eliminated now, it's not okay,,,! I want to survive more and show you more diverse sides..!

Anyway, from the 3rd mission, only your choices determine whether or not to survive, and the song is also selected, so I'm thinking that in the 3rd mission, I have to show you what you want to see! (I want to sing a song with a sexy mood. Whisper whisper🤫) If you are curious about what I will show you on the 3rd mission stage, I think you can vote for Bak Do-ha on Mnet Plus.😉

Lastly, I am very, very grateful to those who came to see the performance today. Thanks to your support, I gained a lot of motivation☺ I am really grateful to those who couldn’t come today and to those who support me from afar!-! Then I hope to see you again next time and I will finish writing this article. I love you guys sincerely :)

I-chan’s comment is:

Hello Star Creators!!!! I am Jeong Yi-chan, a class of 23, who took the Introduction to Love Studies class this semester! first!!! Thank you so much for coming into my fancam video 🙇‍♂ How did you see the stage "other than love this spring?" It was a stage that was all the more meaningful because it was a stage where I was able to barely survive with 52nd place at the last ranking announcement ceremony! I failed to manage my condition in the first contest last time, so I only wanted to show a better image in the second contest, and I was also very worried. but !! Thanks to Doha and Daul who are proud together, and to the star creators who believe in us!!! I was able to overcome it with strength!! I was really happy for about 3 minutes while performing this stage and received a lot of good energy! thank you. I really prepared with the thought that this was the last stage, and I want to tell you that even if it was the last stage, I really enjoyed being with you all! Also, if you listen to our song!!!! I wish you happiness! therefore! Always, I hope you don’t get sick and only be happy and full of fun things. I hope that the coming spring will be filled with only love. ఇ

Anyway, back to the episode. The winner is, of course, I-chan, with 730 votes. It’s well deserved -- this was a vocal performance and he brought really beautiful vocals.

Hey, wait, check it out - that’s the same window with the set of broken blinds on it that we see in the judges’ room. So apparently they use this room to film the judges reactions, and then later on rearrange it to cram all the trainees in and have them take turns facing their fates. MNET, you keep showing us this huge building -- what are all those rooms for? Are they just pajama storage, or what? Anyway.

I-chan gets the final word, interviewing that this performance was an opportunity to make up for the shame of the previous performance. I think it was a little more than that, I-chan. I don’t really love the song -- it’s pretty, but just a little boring for my taste -- but I’m going to seek out your music and give it a shot.

As always, thanks for reading! Have a good day, maintain your condition, and I'll see you in the next one (Butterfly).

#boys planet recap #boys planet #boysplanet999 #boysplanet #boys planet 999 #lee daeul #jeong ichan #bak do ha #park doha

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"But let’s go after Sam for working hard and giving his time and money to charity."

This statement right here is what the problem is with how he's perceived by so many in this fandom.

Working hard??? - No harder than many others even in his position. He and AN have done their best to be perceived as working hard, a notion reinforced by his mommies who constantly brag about him on SM. According to them, he's like no other.

Giving his time and money to charity? - His money and time? He did give his time when he ran marathons. He hasn't since unless he gained something out of it. Gave his money??? - Like the $140 where he specifically asked fans in his tweet to "support him and his bike", not "support his team"? Again, he made a respectable cause about himself. He's clearly not a team player as we've seen before during OL promo panels where he sugar coated himself to appeal to award critics instead of including the entire cast and crew.

This is the problem with him. Everything he does is due to self interest above anything else. Anyone who donates to him rather than straight to the charity does it because they're into him. The charity is secondary.

He asks, fans open their wallets and he reaps the acclaim without breaking a sweat or get any poorer.

It’s all about the things we’ve seen over time passed (for some longer, and others less long), that we form our opinions about someone.

Just yesterday I noticed how he used an image as avatar for his GDR account. I practically saw him changing it, as I was refreshing his personal page as well as the leader list. Seeing the image, I thought I saw that same one just minutes before on Twitter. And I was right. It was an image edited by one of his fans on Twitter. Only hours after he used it in his profile, he tweeted to Bridget:

He didn’t ask her if he could use it as an avatar for his account, just used it. She only found out since others notified her about it. Of course she was over the hills that he used her edit.... but still, wouldn’t it just be a little bit nicer if he asked her if she was alright with that, and not presume he can just use it and she’ll be alright. Why not notify her upfront and ask her if he can?

And then today use it in his ‘I’m so overwhelmed...’ post on TW and IG, just a ‘And Bridget for the edit’ between brackets.

I know, it sounds like nitpicking. She, of course, is alright and she’s over the hill. But it is not just this thing, it’s all these little or bigger things, that you see over the years, that makes you form your opinion and adds to an image you create of a person

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I picked up a copy (2nd edition with color and all) of House of Leaves at work today, and I just started reading it! Ngl, I did flip ahead and saw the formatting of some pages, which is what really sold it to me, in addition to your posts, being egged on by my coworker and boss when I asked if we had it in stock, and finding out that a recent grad at my uni did their thesis on this book. I plan to read this regardless, but I'm also realizing that this may end up being super close to my/my families experiences growing up, and I was curious if I could get a heads up?

I am still terrified of the dark, and have never slept in a pitch dark room in my 20 years of life because I panic so badly. Both my brother and I have had vivid and gory nightmares from a young age for unknown reasons (I still get them when I think of home; they feel more real than here when I wake up and often the pain lingers too). Also the walls of our house used to bleed, the walls would crack because the house would move and then settle back to close the cracks up due to a support beam loosening and tightening in a wall, even after the wall was taken down and the beam thing welded into place). And my brother and I share the same fear of a man who sits in the corner of our room growing up and watched us (my dad had the same belief as a kid when he grew up in the same house). And there were some incidents with magnets and time.

Now I do have some issues but I am Not Psychotic (yet), for what it's worth, but I was wondering if I could get a heads up how close to home this book might hit? I'll probably read it regardless, but there seems like a chance it might make life feel a little less real in specific ways that I'm concerned about already. If you don't wanna that's cool too, I respect that. I am really excited to read this though as everything about it seems like my kind of book

god, the book is so, so good. I'd definitely encourage giving it a go if you can! overall, the book isn't straightforwardly scary, like, it's not like what you'd expect from a standard horror book. but, it does deal a lot with existential threat/questions, and it is a meta book -- as in, it professes to exist as it does in its own universe, in this universe. Johnny Truant, the in-universe editor, is convinced that the threat can spread to readers simply from viewing the material. there's a lot of him speaking directly to you, warning you about the dangers of reading the book, and there's a lot of very evocative writing about his own descent into madness and the potential threats to you (including passages where he tells you to imagine things, or tries to convince you that something is lurking behind you -- a passage that myself and many others have been physically affected by).

it definitely makes life feel a bit weird. that's a big part of reading it, and pretty much everyone I've ever known or spoken to has this experience. it does stick with you, and it does linger, and it does make everything seem strange. I found this to be pleasant -- I love it when books do that -- but it might be something that you want to look out for. to be honest, for all I talk about the uselessness of the 'unreality' tag, House of Leaves is something I would use as a brilliant example of something that is actually dealing with unreality.

in terms of House Terror, I don't think it should hit too close to home for you. it's not a haunting. the house itself is an existential impossibility, filled with inconsistent measurements and an entire ever-changing labyrinth. there is a lot of emphasis on the dark, though, and detailed descriptions of characters in completely dark spaces. one of the characters, Karen, is also severely claustrophobic, so there's detailed descriptions of dark/enclosed space-triggered panic attacks, if that's something that might bother you. there are also detailed descriptions of vivid nightmares, and especially in Johnny's sections, there's some more straightforward monster horror as well. in terms of the kind of thing you've experienced, though, I think the closest you'd come would be the moving walls. even so, this house in the book is so far outside such comparatively minor movements that I don't think you'd really see it on the same scale at all.

I hope this helps! if you have any further questions let me know, because this is a great book and I'd love if you could get to read it. if anything gets a little too close, don't be afraid to hit me up and I'll give you a summary so you can skip the part and read on if you want.

#house of leaves #anon #asks

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About the Blog & FAQ

This is a post version of our About the Blog & FAQ page for easy access, as pages are not accessible from the Tumblr app for some users. If you're looking for our Holiday Exchange Rules, please see here.

What is this place? Hello, there! @HanLeiaCelebration was founded to bring Han/Leia fanfic writers together to share fanfiction (with drawings, edits, and/or fan-mixes welcome as supplemental materials). In addition to several years of Holiday Fic Exchanges, we have done a few prompt-a-thons and host HanLeia Appreciation Week. We are open to adding additional, non-exchange based challenges if there is a demand for that.

Our mission is to give Han/Leia fans the opportunity to create Han/Leia content, explore and develop their own writing abilities, and connect with each other in a supportive, inclusive, and positive way.

Why is it called HanLeia Celebration? We were founded as HanLeia Secret Santa, named after the holiday fic exchanges that were how we got started. One year, we got some great feedback from participants who wished our blog and our exchange were a bit more inclusive in their name, since not everyone celebrates that big December holiday involving Santa. We thought that was a great idea, and that Leia Organa would definitely approve. Picking “Celebration” was about both celebrating the creativity of our participants as well as celebrating Han and Leia. Plus, the name fits really well if we ever want to celebrate Han and Leia with an event another time of the year.

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500 word minimums apply to all challenges.

While we suggest 5,000 words as a max, no one is going to hold you to that. We’ve had wonderful submissions that exceed that. Please be mindful, however, that if you’re writing for a recipient, long fics can be a major time commitment and even a challenge to read (especially since English is not the first language of all participants).

Please tag your works appropriately so that readers can choose to view it or not depending on their comfort with the content (NSFW, specific kinks, specific pairings that might be featured, violence, character death, etc.).

For exchanges, we’re now using Archive of Our Own. Signups, assignments, and submissions will all go through AO3. Please do not post your fic on your blog or on other sites until after author reveals have been done. (But after reveals have been done, please post to your heart’s content, and @ us when you post so we can help share the love!)

For any challenges done on Tumblr only, please put tagged content under a cut.

If you think you may have trouble meeting the exchange or challenge deadline, please contact us ASAP. While we want everyone to be on time, we know life happens and will do our best to work with you. The sooner we know, the sooner we can help out. For an exchange, that might mean getting you a beta reader or a cheerleader or an extension, or letting you off the hook and getting a pinch hitter for your fic. This is supposed to be fun, not stressful, and we’re here to help. (Individual questions about your personal situation will always be answered privately.)

Please be respectful of other people’s works. Due to the nature of fanworks and our mission to promote inclusive fandom participation, only positive comments on works will be accepted. Authors who receive negative comments on their works for challenges are encouraged to delete or hide them, though they are not required to do so. Participants who leave negative comments on others’ works, or who personally attack or use hateful language towards other participants, may be asked to leave a challenge and/or be barred from future events.

We are an inclusive blog. This means racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, ableism, and other ugly isms will not be tolerated. We do not anticipate this being a problem, as it never has been in the past, but we do want to set clear expectations up front.

Do I need to be on Tumblr or on Archive of Our Own to participate? Yes, you do need a Tumblr account to participate in our challenges. You don’t need to use your Tumblr for anything except answering your Exchange Writer’s Anon Messages to you or tagging us in your work, however. You can blissfully ignore your account in all other ways. Tumblr accounts are free - won’t you please join us?

For exchanges, you’ll need an Archive of Our Own account to participate. Those are free, too – if you need help, let us know and we can walk you through getting set up.

English is my second or third language; I’m not 100% perfect at it. Can I still participate in an event? Yes! We want people from all over the world to be welcome to participate, and we have had multilingual participants of varying degrees of comfort with English in the past. You won’t be alone! If you want someone to preview your work before posting for grammar, spelling, and/or word usage, we can usually find someone to beta-read for you. Just give the mods advance notice and finish up a little bit early. We are also all learning and growing together as writers, and we are impressed at your doing a challenge in another language. Welcome, welcome!

I’ve never written anything before. I’d like to try, but I’m not sure how well it would turn out. Can I still participate in an event? Please do! We love new writers. This is a great opportunity for you to try out fanfic writing with people who will cheer you on. Some people only write for the exchanges or challenges; others write year round. In our experience, there is an audience for everything. Again, we are all constantly growing together as writers, and everyone has to start somewhere. We would be so excited if you chose to start with us.

What tag should I use when posting about the @HanLeiaCelebration Blog activities? #hanleiacelebration with no spaces. It’s clean and easy for everyone to use.

Do you do Carrison exchanges or challenges? We do not—our focus for this blog and all our challenges are the fictional characters Han and Leia as well as the other inhabitants of the Galaxy Far, Far Away, rather than the real people who play them. There have been other Carrison events on Tumblr, however, and if that’s your jam, we encourage you to check them out or make your own exchange. Our mod @hanorganaas may be able to more specifically direct you to related events or Carrison-centric blogs.

I don’t mean to engage in “ugly isms”, but it’s so hard to be up on everything I need to know about being “PC” these days! If I make a mistake, will I be kicked out? We prefer the term being respectful to being PC, as showing all people respect is all we’re asking. We all make mistakes and are all still learning. Please, if you’re a person of respect and good faith, don’t worry too much about it. Just do your best, and be open to constructive feedback. We much prefer to provide that constructive feedback rather than kick anyone out. The guideline on this is about clearly flagrant and intentional violations of respect, and/or ongoing violations after attempts at correction. Again, this has really not been a problem, so we do not anticipate it becoming one- but we do want to set clear expectations upfront so there are no surprises down the road.

And please, if the mods mess up- let us know so we can correct ourselves.

Where else can I get my fix of Han/Leia fic?@hanleiaarchive does its best to compile as many HanLeia fics as they can (and is always taking recommendations).

While #scoundressaturdays and #hanleiachallenge are no longer actively running challenges, these two tags on Tumblr are another good place to find HanLeia fics. Or check out the fics from previous challenges that we’ve reblogged.

I have a question, but I feel like I must be stupid not to understand and/or I worry about bothering the mods. Han/Leia fans aren’t stupid! We mods are unclear a lot of the time. And we exist for the purpose of helping. Please don’t deprive us of your participation because we weren’t clear, or because you’re worried about bothering the very people who volunteered to help you. Ask, ask, ask! We love to be bothered—it makes us feel important!

Who are the @hanleiacelebration mods? The blog is currently run by @hanorganaas, @lajulie24, and @otterandterrier. Feel free to send the blog an ask, or hit us up individually if you need to chat about a certain question. We may also send you a message from our individual accounts if the need should arise.

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