#due to his outspoken nature n need to please

[kodzuvii]

CLUB STUPID [24: yeah probably]

next [25: premarital hand holding]

PAIRING - SUNA x FEM!READER

GENRE - crack + fluff

warnings - spelling and grammar errors lol guys its 1am plz-

SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.

a/n: as an executive member and proud representative of the suna simp club (jk lol idk) it is my duty, to keep my simps fed. you’re welcome. please listen to some cute wholesome shit. 

“Look at this Samu, Suna really his own breed, how does he manage to look more dead compared to how he usually looks”

“Well Tsumu, he ignored the same girl twice in the same week and also got confronted by her cousin who’s also his captain. Pretty sad if ya ask me”

The twins snickered to each other as they eyed the quiet middle blocker who stood by his locker. “Did you see his blocks today Tsumu? I was afraid I was gonna break his toothpick arms with my spikes” Osamu whispered but made it loud enough for Suna to hear. Atsumu nodded, “yeah Samu, totally lame if you ask me. Thank God Yn wasn’t watching him” he teased. “Oi,” Aran called out as he packed up his things on his back that was sitting on top of the benches inside of the boy’s change room. “Lay off of him will ya” he scolded but the pair shrugged and continued to change out of their practice clothes. 

“What’s even happening?” Akagi whispered and Riseki could only turn to him and mirror the same lost look on his face and give a clueless shrug. They both just sat back and watched the scene unfold in front of them. The twins were teasing and throwing indirect jabs and insults towards their middle blocker who looked as if he was going through an existential crisis with the dull look in his eyes. 

Suna was quiet, everyone knew that. Yet somehow in some way, everyone could feel his energy hit an all-time low. He still attended practice sure, but it was like practicing with a pole lamp. He just stood there and observed whatever was happening but even then, his mind was somewhere else. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the coach who gave him an earful about the proper attitude to be having during their practices. Did he listen though? Nah. Listening to a lecture required too much effort. He was just tired and done for the day and the anxious and nervous feeling bubbling up inside of him wasn't helping either.

Suna was stupid. He knew that. His attention span outside of the court was never the biggest and his lack of energy never helped increase his intelligence. He was never the brightest in his class, and honestly, it never bothered him that he wasn’t. Everything he learned came through one ear and left the other. He retained the information for a test but simply forgot everything once it was over. He wasn’t the brightest, and it didn’t bother him not one bit.

What did bother him was his terrible habit of being oblivious towards other people’s feelings. Maybe it was due to his lack of energy or lack of interest, but he simply never put much effort into acknowledging how people felt. Yeah, he got vibes when people had on and off days, his teammates were the twins, you HAD to notice their mood swings and take necessary precautions. It just never occurred to him that more people could enter his bubble. A bubble that revolved around himself.

However, instead of someone finding a way to enter his fragile bubble without popping it, Suna willingly left his bubble when you came into the picture. It was no secret that Suna was whipped the moment his eyes laid on you. He’s been getting clowned about it ever since the twins found out and they never let a day go by without calling him a simp.

He had no clue what type of person you would be when you entered the doors of the Shiratorizawa gym. You looked sweet and bubbly, the smile you came in with never left your face unless you’d whine to your friends or roll your eyes at them. When you stepped into the room, people just naturally gravitated towards your positive energy and your good vibe. He liked that about you. Then again he still didn’t know anything about you at the time. All he knew was that you managed to attract his attention without even directly giving any to him. Every time he tried to look away and focus on whatever was happening in front of him, his eyes trailed back to you.

For a while after camp, you kept popping back in and out of his mind. It was quite ridiculous actually. He’d be taking a drink by the water fountains and he’d look over to the hallway and suddenly the first thoughts would be ‘what if I saw the redhead again?’ It never lasted long, maybe for a split second or two before he snapped himself out of it. He’d never see you again, what was he talking about? He was just being delusional.

So you could imagine the way his mind stopped functioning the night at the train station. Suna had to pinch himself 8 times when he saw you walk out of the train doors. ‘No way’ he thought. You, out of the 7 billion people in the world, was Kita’s cousin. He remembers seeing your tired face and your short stature clad in a big hoodie and loose sweatpants with your hair tied up. You were supposed to look like a mess, why did he keep thinking that you looked so pretty? This must’ve been the higher power playing a trick on him for slacking off during practice. So annoying.

Suna could keep his cool around school. You weren’t in the same classes meaning he didn’t see you at all. So you could imagine the kind of panic that crossed his mind when Kita told the team that he’d have his cousin staying in the gym. He learned later on that you started watching practices because Kita didn’t feel comfortable with you walking home. You were nice to the team, incredibly nice actually. Your easy-going nature made it easy for you to have a couple of conversations with his teammates here and there. While you were nice to Aran and Akagi, you had a little feisty attitude with the twins (mainly Atsumu) and he couldn’t help but admire how outspoken you were. You were blunt, to say the least. That was something you and Kita had in common. But he liked that about you, how you were always free to speak whatever was on your mind and keep a conversation going. 

Suna noticed early on that you rarely paid attention to their practice. He figured volleyball just wasn’t your thing and he couldn’t blame you for that. During water breaks, he’d glance up and watch you tuck back your hair and sometimes he’d catch you scratching your temple in annoyance because of some question you couldn’t answer on your homework. You never looked up, simply unphased by whatever was happening in front of you. 

Even so, he still put the smallest amount of extra effort into his practices. Jumping a bit higher and running a bit faster and spiking the ball with more force. He insisted that it was about time he would break some of his bad habits, but even the team knew that it was a sorry excuse. Truth be told, a little part of him was just hoping that if you ever looked up from your phone or your work in your lap, you’d see him and think that he looked at least a little bit cool. 

One day, on the rare occasion that he’d be listening in class, he remembers his teacher having a discussion with the class about an epiphany. 

The feeling of a sudden or striking realization that hits an individual out of nowhere.

It was late at night where Suna hit an epiphany. You were off to Miyagi, spending your weekend with your best friend and the Twins continued to bug him about his little first-year crush even though he had asked them multiple times to drop the topic. 

Suna came to the conclusion that he liked the way you made him feel. He liked the way he felt at ease when you were around him. He liked how you were so different compared to him, but it never stopped you from forming a friendship with him. You never pushed him to ever open up to you, you listened to the bare minimum he had to say and never took his lazy nature and blunt attitude to heart. He liked annoying you, the way your face would scrunch up when he’d take your bento’s the first couple times during your first initial lunch hangouts or the way you’d puff your cheeks when he comments on your height. He liked the way your eyes lit up when the smallest things caught your attention. He took notes on the songs you said you were currently listening too or the ones that reminded you about happy memories. 

Suna especially liked seeing you smile. Especially towards him. Something about it gave him the same feeling that was comparable to the way he would feel when he would see those jelly sticks on sale at the grocery store. The way you’d roll your eyes in playful annoyance when he'd come up to you and ask to bandage his fingers even though you both knew that he was capable of doing it himself. You would tease him, a playful smile gracing upon your lips, telling him that his fingers would probably break off if you weren’t there to bandage them up. Suna liked thinking that having you wrap them up made his hands feel a bit stronger with his blocks. But you didn’t need to know that.

He remembers a specific memory that lives rent-free in his mind. He was walking down the hallway, casually strolling and taking his time to get back to class after using the bathroom and he happened to notice you heaving a tired sigh as you closed the doors to your class. You looked quite frustrated, probably because it was your art class and you had been complaining days earlier about how creatively drained you were.

 Suna must’ve been looking at you for a moment too long because the moment your eyes met, he felt something tug at his chest by the way your eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Despite being under a little bit of stress, the same smile he grew to enjoy seeing made its way onto your lips and you waved to him excitedly before running up and rambling off about how much your class was pissing you off.

You two eventually got in trouble for skipping the whole period after being too caught up in your conversation. Suna thought it was worth it though.

After scrolling through his phone, listening to Atsumu’s obnoxious lovey-dovey playlist, and inevitably searching “how to know if you like or like like a girl” (there's a difference, he swears) on google. 

He came to his epiphany.

 Maybe before, when he barely knew you and you never knew him, maybe he was just infatuated with the idea of you. 

But it was different now, He liked you.

And that scared him.

It scared him how vulnerable he felt. Suna’s reserved and quiet nature gave him a hard time to open to others. Not that he really cared if he was being honest. He simply had the mindset that no one needed to know everything there was to his existence. Everyone eventually leaves anyways, what was the point?

When it sank into him that he liked you, it confused him endlessly. You never wanted to get out of his head and sooner or later he found himself doing the smallest things for you. The little black silk band was always on his wrist and if it wasn’t on his wrist, it would be tucked away in his pockets. Not to mention that he kept one in his pencil case for good measure. The bandaids inside in his backpack were sealed away in a ziplock bag just in case you ever got hurt because he knew you were a bit clumsy. He found himself keeping his eyes open for little souvenirs and trinkets that looked like something that you’d like wherever he went. 

At first, he thought that he just wanted to upgrade you from friend to best friend. Maybe this was a friendship that he had just been deprived of since his world revolved around constantly meaning to improve in volleyball. Yes, he did find comfort in the friendship he grew with you, but sooner or later he realized that he wanted more. The thoughts of holding your hand slipped into his mind and sooner or later hugging you from behind and resting his head on top yours flowed in followed by taking you back by peppering your smooth and soft cheeks with kisses. That wasn’t something that best friends did.

Kita was right about how his logic of ignoring you to suppress his feelings was stupid and that the worst things that could happen were that he’d get rejected. But he didn’t want to face the chance of him getting rejected, he’d like you for so long and he learned during his time spent away from you that he didn’t want to just stop talking to you. Suna knew himself, if he got rejected then he’d distance himself away from you and never talk to you ever again because the embarrassment would eat him up. 

He didn’t wanna lose you for that. He wasn’t ready. 

What a coward. 

He just really hoped you liked the flowers and read his note, he thought anything was better than a stupid “I’m sorry” text.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Hurry up, I need to lock up the gym” Kita’s voice echoed throughout the walls as he stepped into the changeroom. Suna looked up from his phone, taking one last glance at your ‘see you soon :P’ text before shutting it off and shoving it into his pockets. As everyone began to leave one-by-one and bid their goodbyes to each other and their captain. The twins however didn’t leave until they both gave Suna a teasing punch on both of his shoulders. Suna only glared at them before proceeding to make his exit as well. 

Kita stopped Suna before he could exit and the look on his face seemed rather serious. With his voice low, Kita simply said “She needs to be back by 7. If she comes home hurt in any way, I’m benching you” he said sternly and that was enough for him to feel his skin crawl under his tracksuit jacket. Suna nodded, understanding that he really wasn’t kidding and that he definitely bench him. 

Kita turned around and opened the door for them both to leave the changerooms. They walked together side-by-side and from a distance, he could see your short figure walking up to both of them. You looked different today, your hair was sitting on your shoulders and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses he was yet to see was sitting on the bridge of your nose. You were clad in your uniform with an oversized pink knit cardigan overtop. Was that a new cardigan you were wearing? He’s never seen it before either. 

Kita smiled at the sight of you skipping up to them and he watched you two exchange high fives and he gave you a brief little speech about staying late. You nodded along and Suna stood by and watched Kita ruffle your hair making you whine cutely. 

He wanted to do that.

You waved goodbye to your cousin and Kita looked at Suna and gave him a firm nod before turning back and making his way towards the gym doors. You turned back and faced Suna, your hands behind your back as you made your way towards him with a warm smile. “Hey there” you greeted and stood in front of him, looking up so you could look at him clearly. Suna couldn’t help but look at you weirdly, why were you acting as nothing happened? Shouldn’t you be upset with him? “Hi, let’s go?” god, why was he so forward. 

You hummed and shook your head, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, “do you not wanna go anymore? I can drop you off if you want-” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t see you for a week and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” you questioned and narrowed your eyes at him. Suna felt his heart wrench as your lips pouted. 

He shook his head, “n-no” he stuttered. Your eyes perked up and you watch his cheeks heat up (potentially from embarrassment, but you're not going to assume) and look away. 

You chuckled and grabbed his wrist and pulled him to follow behind you. What made you so bold today? Probably from the unexpected pep talk you had with Goshiki that morning.

“You don’t need him Ln-senpai! If he thinks he can just look over you and all your greatness and beauty and not acknowledge how beautiful you are and how your very presence graces this dull world then send his ass to KFC! You are a woman senpai! A beautiful woman who deserves everything. Not a value menu that has a 20% off discount!”

Did his speech make sense? Sure. You’ll take it over Tendou’s “cut his dick off if he does you dirty queen” text message sent with the confetti effect on imessage followed by a bunch of knife emojis that was honestly more threatening rather than comforting.

You pulled him out of the gym and Shin gave you a look before shaking it off and locking up the gym doors. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the twins sending winks your way before snickering and walking off. You rolled your eyes and stopped when you reached the doors of the school. 

You turned around and faced Suna who looked very lost and confused. “Let’s not go to the convenience store today, let’s go somewhere else,” you say. Suna nodded slowly, “okay? Where do you wanna go?” he asked.

Just then, you lifted up your other hand and it was only then that Suna noticed you carrying a small pink lunch tote. You let go of his wrist and tucked some strands your hair behind you ear, “we haven’t had lunch together in a week and you had a meeting today again so we couldn’t do anything today either and well..” you trailed off and looked up at him and shrugged, “I figured we could make up for lost time” you muttered. 

Suna felt his chest tighten, not only because you were absolutely adorable and it was making him lose his mind, but it almost seemed like you were the one trying to apologize to him when you didn’t do anything wrong. He did.

You frowned as you looked at how subtly his face dropped. As upset as you were, you understood that he wasn’t ready to tell you whatever he was meaning to hide. He wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you understand that. A small smile creeping up on your lips, “let’s go eat at the park near my house. The one we walk by all the time. Saves you the trouble of worrying if you’re gonna get home on time or not” you laughed slightly.

Suna couldn’t say no to you, so here were the two of you now. Eating and sitting in front of the other with the bento’s you had prepared on the table. The park was as busy as it usually would be during the afternoon. The atmosphere felt warm as the sky was slowly settling into hues of orange with peaks of pink seeping through. Suna watched you happily eat the bento you had prepared and listened attentively as you told him about everything he missed during your week and you did the same when he talked about his. 

A part of him couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked in front of him. Suna was lying when he told the twins that you were a 7. You were beyond a 7 and beyond whatever scale they had given him. It was a rare sight to see you with your glasses and partnered with that oversized pink cardigan? You were adorable. 

You tilted looked up from your food and stopped mid-sentence when you saw him just look at you with what seemed to be a fond look in his eyes. But you could’ve just been mistaken, maybe you need to have your prescription checked again. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked. At the sound of his name, Suna blinked snapped back into reality and was met with your concerned look. “W-what?” You chuckled, “you zoned out Rin, everything okay?” you asked.

Rin.

He liked the way his name rolled off your lips. 

He shook his head, “I’m fine, sorry. This is really good by the way, I didn’t think you could cook” he said as an attempt to change the subject. You rolled your eyes but you looked away. “As much as I want you to believe I’m some great chef, Granny helped me with most of it” you confessed sheepishly. 

He chuckled and poked the sausage that was cut up into a little octopus with his chopsticks, “Well, you did tell me that you burned rice once so maybe I thought too highly of you to make a full meal” he teased. You scoffed and grabbed his bento, “if you’re not gonna appreciate the chef then you don’t deserve the food” you huffed. Suna rolled his eyes and grabbed yours, “guess I’ll have to eat yours then” he said and shoved some rice into his mouth. Your jaw dropped at his actions, “Hey!”

As the day went on, you both began to feel at ease and comfortable once again with each other's presence. The harmony that flowed around between you two was coming back and was settling into its familiar rhythm. You two continued to chat as if nothing happened. Laughing at anything and everything you found remotely hilarious under the sun. Suna felt warm. He was here, with you, and everything felt okay. With both your bento’s empty and tucked neatly away into your lunch bag and the sun settling down and giving a wake-up call for the stars to come out, it was about time for Suna to bring you home.

The walk back to your place was comfortable. There was no tension in the air or any awkwardness in the atmosphere. It was simply peaceful. You were walking beside him and rambling on about something that had happened to you in class that day. It was slightly cooler and the winds were colder and he had noticed early on that you kept pulling at the ends of your cardigan at an attempt to get some more warmth from it. It would’ve just been rude for him to let you be cold, Kita would kill him if you got sick.

It took you by surprise to see Suna slipping off his volleyball jacket and shoving it into your hands. He was wearing a hoodie under it anyway, he didn’t mind. A part of him was just curious about how his jacket would fit you too and what kind of fool would you be to reject an oversized jacket? It was just extra points that happened to be from the boy that you liked.

Suna nodded along to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help the sudden urge to just grab your hand out of his system. You were walking so close to each other. Your shoulders kept brushing past and your hands were right there. 

But with the events that happened this past weekend, he didn’t wanna overstep any boundaries. He was still too cautious that he would mess up and make you upset all over again. With the thought of his actions, Suna suddenly felt a little ball of guilt eat him up. He never stopped feeling bad about what he did. Kita’s words rang through his head, he needed to learn how to communicate better and not deal with everything all on his own. Maybe he really was a coward for letting such a dumb fear eat him up.

In the midst of your talk about how much you despise your math class, you turned to look at Suna and saw how troubled he looked. He didn’t even look like he was listening anymore and seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with himself. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed his wrist to stop walking. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked, concern lacing the tone of your voice. You both never really brought up what had happened. Maybe you were just too caught up in having a good time but you were honestly content with the reasons he gave you. If he wasn’t ready then he wasn’t ready. 

Suna however felt like he owed you so much more than his apology that he already struggled to explain. 

Suna stared down at you for a moment, the unreadable expression on his face that only made you more confused. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound to be heard was the wind blowing by and the trees rustling.

Nothing would have prepared you for the way he turned around and pulled the arm that was holding his wrist and pulling you into his chest. His hands wrapped around your shoulders as he held you just a little bit tighter. He was a bit stiff, but you couldn’t put that against. He wasn’t the type of person to initiate things like this.

“I’m sorry”

Your body froze, something about his tone was different. It was vulnerable.

You stayed quiet, letting yourself relax slowly in his hold.

“F-fuck, I’m really sorry. I said I wasn’t good with words right? S-so I’m trying to explain now because you deserve it but I don’t even know why I did it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset at all, I was just caught up with myself and I didn’t consider what I was doing to you. You didn’t deserve that. I like being around you and I’m sorry” He pulled away and one of his hands dropped to your waist and fiddled with the material of his jacket. You watched as his free hand dug deep into his pockets and you watched him pull something out. 

“It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me and it’s also kind of ugly but-” he grabbed one of your arms and dropped the object into the palms of your hands. Your eyes widened at the little paper craft,

It was an origami strawberry.

It was small, it fit perfectly inside on the palms of your hand. You could see that he struggled with making it. The leaves were slightly bent and the tip of the strawberry was ripping off. There were lots of creases all in the wrong places and even the seeds were drawn on. 

But it still melted your heart. 

“I read somewhere about 1000 paper cranes for a wish and well, cranes are kind of hard and I didn’t have enough paper to make 1000 and-god this is so embarrassing-” he muttered the last part but gained enough courage to look up at you and meet your eyes. Your eyes were soft and patient. “I wished that you wouldn’t hate me. Or that, this wouldn’t y’know...make everything all weird between us. I like you-or well uh- being around you at least and I-I know you joke about it all the time but please don't-” 

Suna paused when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist once again, hugging him back but just a little bit tighter. The small confession not even going through your mind because your attention was too focused on the way his words were making you melt. 

“You’re an idiot” you mumbled into his chest and hugged him a bit tighter. Your words made his stomach drop, but that feeling went away when you pulled back and looked at him with a smile. A smile that said you understood. 

“I’m never gonna force you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me” You repeated but this time it felt different, it felt warmer. 

“I’m never gonna hate you. I know how you are Rin, you’re not good with your words and I get that. You could've sent me a text but you didn’t. You went out of your way with the flowers and even the little note and this adorable fucking strawberry is more than enough” you laughed but you could feel your eyes watering up slightly with the overwhelming amount of emotions you were feeling all at once. “You don’t need to keep apologizing to me okay? I understand. Thank you,” you smiled. Suna stared down at you. Nodding slowly and you chuckled and fell into his arms once again.

This time, he was the one who held you a bit tighter.

“This side of you is cute you know, but It’s kinda ruining your whole tsundere image you’re going for. Bet the twins would make fun of you for being this thoughtful” you whispered jokingly, making him roll his eyes and huff a quiet “shut up” in annoyance. If only you knew the pain he endured for putting up with those twins. 

You both stayed like that for a little while longer. Holding each other and fitting so perfectly in the arms of the other. If it wasn’t for your phone dinging from a text from Shin asking where you were, Suna swore he would have held you there for the whole night. 

You pulled away first and tugged his hand, “come on, Shin wants me home now so let’s get going ‘kay? Don’t want you getting benched the whole season now do we?” you grinned and walked in front of him and tugged him along. 

Somehow in some way, your fingers slipped perfectly into his.

Suna could only feel the warmth rising in his chest, his daze fixed at the sight of his hands interlocked with yours. 

“Oh and Rin” you called out, making him snap back into reality.

Suna hummed, looking right back at you.

“Tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Text me when you get up in your room safe”

You turned around to him with a quizzical expression before letting out a chuckle, “I’m in front of my house Rin, I got here in one piece” you said and motioned your free hand towards yourself to prove that you were indeed, uninjured. Suna rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, “you’re clumsy remember, you might fall or something” he muttered and looked away.

You grinned and squeezed his hand, “Awe, look at you caring for me and my wellbeing. My ears might be deceiving me but it sounds like you’re in love with me” you teased and swung your hands together back and forth.

Suna huffed, his mind not properly functioning when the words fell out of his mouth.

“yeah probably”

Simultaneously, his eyes and yours widened and you both froze. 

Both you and Suna blinked at each other twice. Your eyes looked down at your hands that were still interlocked and looked up at his face that was fully drained of any colour. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and Suna began to question the very point of his existence.

“W-what?”

“Uh-”

“Y-you said-”

“A-ah I-”

“Oi!” you both jumped and instinctively Suna pulled you closer to him. You looked at up him briefly before turning around to see Granny waiting by the gate with an impatient but also teasing glint in her eyes. “It’s almost 7:30 Yn-chan! You almost missed bingo night! Kiss ya little friend goodnight and come in before Shin and I eat all the mochi we left for ya” she called out but you could hear the teasing tone in her voice.

“C-coming!” you yelled back. Your face was piping hot and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole from the amount of embarrassment and flusteration you were feeling at that moment. 

Granny nodded and walked back inside, and looked up at Shin who was standing with his arms crossed on the porch. Granny walked back to him with a victorious smile on her lips as she gave him a thumbs up. Granny knew what she was doing and she knew what she saw. She’s gonna call and gossip to your mother.

You gulped and took a step back and looked back at Suna. He was still frozen and his mind was racing at what just happened and he too, wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “I-I uh, I guess I gotta go?” you winced, but the tone of your voice made it sound like you were asking a question. Suna nodded, “y-yeah, goodnight I guess” he muttered as he looked away and you watched his face heat up. 

You were both so embarrassed but neither one wanted to let go of the others hand. 

Suna figured he couldn’t keep you out all night and just as he was about to let go of your hand, a sudden wave of confidence went through your veins and you just went ‘fuck it.’

You pulled his arm down towards you taking him back. His eyes widened, “what are you-” you stood slightly on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek which made him shut up instantly. “That’s for today, thanks. goodbye.” you said frantically. 

Suna froze, too much in shock and his mind was still in the middle of trying to register what just happened and watched as you let go of his hand and covered your face furiously blushing and running off to your gate and slamming it shut.

He stared blankly at the gate door and blinked twice as an attempt to get himself back to reality. He brought his hands up to his cheeks that were on fire. His mind kept replaying the way your soft lips kissed his cheek and could feel the slightest residue of your lip gloss still on his cheek. 

Shit, you really had him wrapped around your finger. 

“Idiot” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

a/n: BYE STOP IM SO SINGLE THIS IS SAD AND I AM DEVASTATED.

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be stuck with you - owen patrick joyner x (reader)

Word Count: 2303

Request: YES, from that sweet @idontcare011​, hope you’ll like it ! 

Summary:  you were late and a random boy comes into the elevator at the last minute. By some incredible force of fate (or pretty crappy weather) you find yourself stuck with the young man in this narrow cabin.

Warnings: panic attack and i think it’s all

disclaimer: I don't know Owen personally or what his life is like. All you will read in this "x reader" is from my imagination. My point is not to invade Owen's privacy. I don't want to offend him or offend anybody else in his life (family, potential girlfriend…I heard maybe he has one, so I don’t know but I don’t want to offend her).  All of this is not the reality

Tagged: @asdfghjkl-fanfics​ @standingtalllove​ @lukeys-giggle​ 

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Thanks God, the quarantine was over and everyone could travel again. However, this stupid virus was not completely gone. Since the health crisis, you have adopted new habits, such as taking the stairs instead of the elevator. But today, you were in a hurry, so you entered the cabin eagerly. The conference you were due to attend was starting in no less than twenty minutes, and your itinerary had said it would take you 15 to get to your planned location. But with the weather conditions creeping in out there, you were sure you would need a lot longer than advertised. The automatic door was closing when a hand stepped in the way. A young blond man appeared and slipped into the elevator. You grumbled at the action, making you fall a few more seconds behind.

 "Sorry" the boy said through his mask.

 But you didn't answer.

 You had almost ten floors to go down together. You looked in your bag for a while to make sure you had your recorder when you felt an uncontrolled jerk. Your body no longer held you in balance but you caught yourself on a side of the elevator as the young man accompanying you tended to stabilize you. The lights flashed for a while and then went out. Your eyes widened as your heart pounded.

 "oh no no no no no no no. Anything except that, please!" you said, frantically pressing a random button.

 “I think we stuck…”

  "Oh yeah, what makes you think that?" The fact that we weren't moving or that the lights went out? "

 The boy threw up his hands in defense, eyes wide with so much animosity.

 "Hey, I'm in the same situation. You don't have to be aggressive."

You groaned before leaning against one of the elevator walls, peering into the face of your elevator failure companion. He had blond hair; his tips reached the base of his neck. But his expressive blue eyes - seeming constantly anxious - reminded you of someone, but you didn't know who. You have pushed the alarm button to warn the staff that there was someone in the lift.

 “Sorry, it’s seems to be a bad day. I’m late and now I’m stuck in an elevator with a perfect stranger”

 “I’m Owen…Not a stranger anymore”

 “I’m y/n, but yes, you still are”

 Owen laughed at your outspokenness and you gave him a polite smile before you were silent for several minutes.

 After what seemed like forever - when it was only ten minutes - you looked at your phone. No networks. For no obvious reason, when everything seemed to be going well, your heart started to beat faster. The thought of being stuck here forever crossed your mind and ached in your chest. The boy in front of you seemed so calm, which made you even more anxious.

 "How the hell can you stay so calm"

 "Oh ... I'm dying inside, just trying to play it cool"

 You can help with giving him an amused smile, he had been so frank. But this little interaction did not bring you back down from your state. You were breathing harder and harder, your chest was heaving quickly, it was nearly out of control. Owen seemed to notice that and give you a concerned look.

 "Panic attack?"

 You nodded briskly and Owen approached you cautiously. You saw his hands move towards you and your gaze expressed fear but you were paralyzed to do anything.

 "I'm going to take that damn mask off you already."

 Gently, he grabbed the fabric mask and pulled a little on it to lower it, he reproduced the gesture with his own mask.

 "Look at me, just me. There's nothing around us. Take a deep breath. I'll count to 3 and then you'll breathe out. Okay?"

 you nodded and when he shook his to urge you to breathe you took a deep breath, like he told you to.

 "1..2..3"

 You sighed, keeping your gaze on him. You started once more and when the blonde asked you if it was better, you were shaking your head negatively.

 "We're starting over but… take my hands and squeeze them as much as you need. Don't worry about grinding them."

 You grabbed his hands and restarted each step over, crushing his hands. But the contact with matter, your breath and Owen's comforting eyes, help you gently. A soothing silence has settled between you. Owen had helped you through this panic attack when you didn't even know each other. But you could feel deep inside that this man was good. Things seemed to calm down for you and you thanked Owen with a genuine smile.

 “You know how to deal with it ... Thanks for that.”

 “I also suffer from anxiety and panic attack. But the elevator is big enough here that it doesn't cause me one. Although I am a little anxious ...”

 “hey, breathe Owen.” You replied with a smirk

 Owen laughed and shook his head as if to say "that's a good one!" You look at the young man again, staring at him intently. It was very rude but you couldn't put a name on his face anymore. You were sure you knew him. Was he a distant cousin? A neighbor? A guy you knew in high school? Or just a guy you saw in an ad? Maybe the ad for these new cereals!

 “Excuse me but ... I've seen you somewhere before, haven't I?”

 “In an elevator, yeah!” he joked

 You laughed he was funny

 “No, I mean ... I feel like I've seen you before but I really can't remember where.”

 he sighed, as if a little tired of the question. You were surprised at his reaction but Owen answers you anyway

 “Yeah, I don't usually talk about that when I first meet a girl, especially when I'm stuck in an elevator with her but ... I'm an actor. I played some stuff on Nickelodeon and now I'm supposed to shoot season two of Julie and the phantoms, it's a Netflix series.”

 You watched him chattering, you nodded then wide your eyes. This is where you saw it! You had been relentlessly browsing the Netflix catalog and seeing the trailer for the series he told you about, but you had avoided it, the show seemed too childish for you. You first reaction was to make fun of him

 "Again, don't forget to breath Owen. But the way, I didn’t want to bother you with that question."

 He laughed lightly then smiled politely at you. You didn't seem to be a hysteric or a weird person. He had a deep feeling that you were a good person, which is why Owen seemed to relax.

 "It's just ... for a while, I thought you were a fan and I didn't want things to be weird all suddenly "

 "Oh don't worry I haven't seen any of your shows.” you said nonchalantly

 Owen burst into laughter. Once again, it was bafflingly sincere and he was really starting to enjoy being stuck in an elevator with you. You smiled, the energy in the cabin was positive that you almost forgot you were stuck with this young man for almost half an hour. You didn't know when you were going to be able to get out of here but you didn't really care anymore for the sole reason that you wanted to get to know this man. You tilted your head back, resting it against the elevator wall before sighing loudly. Seconds later, your gaze turned to Owen again.

 “So tell me about this series that you’re filming. What is it about?”

 "It's a pretty cool show actually. It's directed by Kenny Ortega, I don't know if you see who he is."

 "Hell yeah ... he's the choreographer of Dirty Dancing"

 "Himself ... So what about the storyboard ... It's about ..."

 And then, you listened to him to tell you about the series. Something like a '90s band dying of food poisoning from a bad hotdog and returning twenty-five years later as ghosts to help a super talented young girl to make music after her mom passed away. It made you laugh; it was probably the dumbest death on TV after Marion Cotillard's in Batman. He couldn't even stop anymore so that he sometimes swapped over a few anecdotes from the set. You even got a little exclusive on season two before Owen stopped in the middle of a sentence.

 "Sorry, I got a little carried away. But when you like your job, it's pretty easy to talk about it."

 You smiled at him and Owen started asking you questions, about your work, your life, your passions and you were giving him back. The conversation was fluid, natural You learned that he was German, that his mother tongue was German until he was about four years old, that he had a sister and had lived with his parents until that year when he moved into his own apartment. Getting to know Owen was really nice and you could feel your stomach twist every time he smiled. He was a boy full of humor but also sarcasm.

 You've been stuck with Owen for an hour and a half now. You ended up sitting on the floor of the elevator. Boredom was really starting to take hold of you. You rummaged through your bag for something, anything. An idea crossed your mind when you saw the small block of post-it notes.

 "Owen"

 "hmm?"

 "How would you like to play a game?"

 "What kind of game do you want to play here?"

 "Who am I?"

 "Obviously you are y/n" he tells you with a smirk.

 You laughed before pulling out your notepad and a pencil to show it to the blonde. He claimed to have understood your intention, which made you smile even more. Of course, Owen knew the game you wanted to play. He nodded, and you'd write a celebrity's name on a sticky note before sticking it on your new friend's forehead. He did the same for you. Fortunately, your two post-its are well stuck. Owen spoke

 "I start: am I a man?"

 "Obviously" you say with a smirk, responding to the blonde's previous joke.

 Owen laughed, catching the tone of your voice.

 “But how funny she is! Is my character a man?” He continued.

 You did several parts. You even teased him when he made you guess Julie and the phantoms, because the game didn't stop only with characters, celebrities but also series, movies, musicals. You were laughing when there was another shake, stronger than the first, the lights came back on and you couldn't help but be disappointed. You looked at Owen and he seemed to have the same gaze as yours. The doors barely opened and you found the hotel staff, patiently waiting to ask if you needed medical assistance, while also offering you a bottle of water. You left the elevator car, hurriedly stuffing the many post-its into your bag. You didn't really know how to act with the blond guy next to you. You had formed a little bubble in that enclosed space and now it seemed to have burst. For some strange reason, it made you sad. Now is the time to part ways with your new friend.

 “well, good-goodbye, it was nice to meet you.”

 you rushed into the hotel lobby a little more, but Owen seemed to catch up with you, his long legs only having to take a few strides.

 "wait, y/n!"

 You turned to him, you could see the embarrassment on his cheeks, asking with a frown what was the cause.

 "I think you let that go"

 "No, I don't"

 You looked at the crumpled white paper. It even looked like a piece of chewing gum. And at first glance, Owen's perfectly white teeth were chewing one.

 "I think you did."

 He handed you the paper with a determination that convinces you. You bite your lip as you look at the series of numbers on the packaging: a phone number. His telephone number. Owen swallowed hard as he looked at you. His eyes never leaving your lips.

 "It's pretty spontaneous of me but ... I won't start filming until next week. I hope you're still here the day after tomorrow ... because I would really like to ask you to come have a drink with me ... "

 Your cheeks turned red, did he really just ask you for a date? You did not know what to answer. The urge to say yes was so present but you were afraid to rush. Perhaps humor was your only defense

 "it depends"

 "about what?"

 "Does this appointment include a blocking session in an elevator? This is the only way it works"

 Owen laughed before giving you a genuine smile, showing his perfectly aligned white teeth. God, what a beautiful man.

 "I can try to fix this and find a faulty elevator."

 "So expect a text from me"

 You smiled back at him and gave him a wink before turning on your heels. Owen's heart skipped a beat and he when he arrived several hours late in the hairdressing section of the set, Charlie laughed at him saying that he had never seen him so happy to have a haircut. hair. But in reality, the blond was only waiting for one thing, and that was to receive a message from you, which arrived in a second.

 (y/n) text : "After being stuck in an elevator, here I am stuck in traffic ... Are you sure you want a date with me, you might just end up stuck with me?"

 Owen couldn't help but smile broadly.

 Owen text : "I'm sure. I'd love to even be stuck with you (again).”

(y/n) text : “Fine, ghost boy. See you soon”

#owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #owen patrick joyner x reader #owen joyner x reader #jatp cast x reader #jatp cast imagine #julie and the phantoms #jatp

[just-dreaming-marvel]

SNEAK PEEKS

Here are some sneak peeks at upcoming things. Please check them out!

Let me know what you think and what you’re excited about!

I’M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 153

The moment Tony’s hand rested on her back, to guide her to bed, Y/N inhaled sharply. She could feel and see inside of his mind. Like quick pictures in a slideshow, Tony’s memories began playing in her mind, starting with today’s and going backwards. By the time Tony had her to the bed and was helping her in it, the memories had been played through and now it was all blank. Which made Y/N’s head fill with questions.

Why would Tony’s memories end after the moment Y/N woke up in bed when Tony said she had fallen down the stairs? What about AJ’s birthdays? And his birth? Or their wedding day? Subconsciously, her hand moved and grabbed Tony’s after he tucked her in, trying to see if she could see more. But there was nothing before that.

“Honey?” Tony called.

“Huh?” Y/N’s eyes met her husband’s worried ones.

“I said, are you okay? You’re gripping onto my hand pretty tight there.”

IN THE GAME OF LOVE ~ 10

Over the next nine months, the partnership that grew between Y/N and Sherlock was beautiful to watch. Though their love for each other grew, they never admitted it to one another or act on it besides short kisses and the gentlest of touches. They balanced each other and pushed each other. It was also very clear that they would do anything to protect the other one.

They took very few cases that didn’t have to do with Moriarty. They needed to piece together his plan, for themselves. For each other. Both of them some how knew that they would never be able to actually be together with Moriarty out causing havoc in the world. And with Y/N’s knowledge of the man, Sherlock began to piece together exactly how much havoc Moriarty had a hand in.

The year was now 1891. Storm clouds were brewing over Europe. France and Germany were at each other’s throats… the result of a series of bombings. Some said it was Nationalists… others, the anarchists. But as usual, Y/N and Sherlock had a different theory entirely.

UNTITLED NEW TONY STARK SERIES 

(SET OUTSIDE OF THE MCU - COMING SOMETIME IN JANAURY)

Y/N thought her grandmother was the most amazing person in the world. Losing her parents before she was even one, her grandmother has been her sole guardian as long as she can remember. Her grandfather, who had passed away as well, was a wealthy business man, with her grandmother as his partner. They lived in a beautiful mansion. 

Y/N prided herself in being all of the things her grandmother had taught her to be. Kind. Courageous. Outspoken. Smart. Giving. Her grandmother was her hero and she was the most important person in her life. Well, besides Tony.

Anthony Edward Stark was Y/N’s best friend. The two were introduced at a very young age due to the Starks being Y/N and her grandmother’s neighbors. The two instantly clicked despite Tony’s ego and Lillie’s more conservative nature. Guess that’s why Howard, Maria, and Y/N’s grandmother thought they’d be great friends. Tony would help Y/N break out from her comfort zone and Y/N would help bring his ego down a view notches. All through out their grade school years, Y/N was always second to Tony in academics. But she didn’t mind as long as they were by each other’s sides. 

When Tony got shipped off to boarding school at age eleven, it was terribly hard for both of them. They had been inseparable for so long that this was awful for them both. While Y/N struggled more openly during their times apart, Tony would never admit it aloud that being apart from Y/N was the hardest thing he had ever done. They talked as much as they could; phone calls, emails, packages, and letters. Tony also visited home as often as he could. 

Though Tony’s father Howard liked the good influence that Y/N had over Tony, he felt that she was a distraction while Tony was attending school. So it would often be Y/N’s grandmother and Tony’s mother Maria who would help get Tony home for a visit. Maria loved Y/N like she was her own and wished that one day the two would realize that they were meant to be much more than friends.

Throughout the years, Y/N’s feelings toward her best friend had grown into much more than friendship. But she would never let him know that. She didn’t want to lose her best friend. It killed her though to see Tony with the many other girls he waltzed around with, knowing that he deserved better. Y/N didn’t necessarily believe that she was better for him, but she did know that the girls he was choosing to bring around were not good enough for Tony. She also spent a lot of time comparing herself to the other girls. Her looks, her smarts, her talents.

Y/N believed that no one, especially the girls Tony would bring around, could possibly appreciate or understand Tony enough to truly love him. The way his big, brown eyes lit up when he got excited or had an idea, no matter how crazy or over the top it was. The way he wiggled his eyebrows around while he teased. He laugh. His love for cars and technology. Anything and everything that made Tony, well, Tony.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Tony was in love with her as well. Her smile. The way she walked. How she cared for everything and everyone around her. It killed him to see her around other guys. Of course, she didn’t bring many around because she could be shy at times. But the ones that did come around, Tony usually scared them off pretty quickly. Tony believed that Y/N deserved better than the guys she chose to hang around, better than Tony himself. And that’s what kept him from telling her how he felt. He would never be good enough for her. And that belief is what broke them.

[fi-chanwrites]

hi b i heard requests were open? mayhaps i can requests some hc with shouto, bakugo, and deku where they are with a very energetic and extrovertive s/o :) much love

This only my like second ever My Hero request so I’m sorry if it’s not as like in depth as I get with haikyuu 🥺👉🏻❤️👈🏻

The Boys with Extroverted S/O’s

Todoroki Shoto

We all know Todoroki is like socially inept, quiet, just keeps to himself kinda guy. So him having a s/o that is his complete opposite surprised literally everyone.

But they do say opposites attract... the proof is in the pudding

You’re loud and out going and honestly really affectionate 24/7 and he absolutely adores it.

Every morning you walk into class and shout out a greeting to everyone before walking over to his desk and planting a kiss on his cheek.

He really can’t keep up with you during training. His movements are all well placed and extremely thought out but you bounce around throwing out attacks like it’s no mans business. He’s honestly surprised you don’t wear yourself out.

“Shotooooo wanna train with me?”

“Y/n it’s 4 in the morning, I’m trying to sleep”

“But I’m too excited to sleep”

“Baby... just sleep please”

Has to bribe you with cuddles to get you to settle down properly when you’re in that sort of mood

But he wouldn’t change you for the world

Bakugou Katsuki

This pairing was less surprising to everyone.

Because of how outspoken you were, you never backed down from calling your boyfriend out on his bullshit.

Honestly when you first met he lowkey hated you.

You seemed to attract everyone’s attention with your bubbly disspostion and loud nature, including his. He saw how sweet you were to everyone and it lowkey made a man jealous

Lemme just say: PDA is on a medium with this boy, like you’re not all over each other, but you aren’t opposed to showing affection in front of your peers.

Likes to spar with you purely because you can keep up with him and his erratic movements

Will sometimes just tell you to shut up but you just sorta walk away and go talk and laugh with Denki and Sero til he gets out of his mood

Let’s be real, you would be close with the rest of the squad like yall are all hella extroverted so when you hang out it’s just loud and chaotic but honestly wouldn’t have it any other way

Midoriya Izuku

This baby, we all saw how he was when uraraka got too close to him... boy is just in a constant state of violent blushing around you

You’ll jump around him when you’re excited, you’ll pull on his arm to get him to train with you, you’ll ruffle his hair when he seems down.

You just seemed to constantly be near him and constantly be this blinding ray of sunshine.

Yes you make him nervous but he also feels like he needs to one up you in training constantly due to your massive personality. So you both help each other grow.

When you get together no one is surprised, like they saw how nervous he became around you and how, even though you spoke to everyone in the class, you gravitated towards him.

No PDA he is just a baby, smol brain cannot deal with his hand being held in public.

You do still jump around him to get his attention and he still gets flustered. It’s got better tho.

You genuinely talk to everyone in class and made fast friends with every single one of them but your probably closer to the other more loud and extroverted people like kiri, denki and Mina

Deku honestly loves watching you interact with other people as he can see how positively the love of others impacts you and he aims to constantly add to that stream of love and confidence

Bnha taglist: @hqmakkitrash @sippn-the-tae

#todoroki shoto #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #izuku midoria x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[samwrights]

I’m sorry but ukai with a breeding kink😳yes PLEASE

I swear I saw another ask that asked for Ukai with an impreg kink

*ahem* anyways—WOW this one was a doozy but holy shit did I have fun writing it. 11k words you guys. 11. K. It is a lot so grab some cocoa or coffee and a blanket because this is a read. It even has to be split into two parts because I hit the fucking text limit, BUT this also means there is no actual smut in this portion. You can find that here.

If you guys need some ear candy, I recommend the following:

Day N Nite (Crooker’s Remix) by Kid Cudi

Pursuit of Happiness (Extended version with Steve Aoki) by Kid Cudi

Breaking Me by Topic

C’Mon by Ke$ha

Flannel by The Cardboard Swords (it has to be sad somewhere)

Magic in the Hamptons by Social House

Fun fact: Ke$ha was actually the primary inspiration for this fic and for DJ!Ukai. God bless her.

Warnings: language, nicotine and alcohol consumption, implied drug use, implied emotionally abusive relationship, breeding/impreg kink, dirty talk, rough sex, risky sex, road head, slight dub-con, praise, multiple smut scenes, 3rd person POV reader-insert—because the word ‘you’ just didn’t seem to fit.

Without further ado, please enjoy the filthy depths of my brain followed by a relatively happy ending that I’ve titled, “Between the Lines’” :-)

“You’ve been more tired lately, and you’re showing up right when practice starts. Is everything okay?” Was the question that Takeda had asked Ukai Keishin that haunted him for years to come. Sure, he had wanted to gain more independence from his parents, wanted to start being more adult-like and take over the mortgage and the bills so his parents could finally rest. At the age of twenty-six, it seemed like a good idea at the time. With four years passing, however, Keishin was so damn tired, but it wasn’t like he could just stop working.

He was still tending to crops every morning, tending to the shop, coaching for Karasuno, but in the four years time, he had adopted one more job on the weekends—Ukai Keishin was a local nightclub DJ. He’d discovered the job opportunity one fateful night that he was out with his friends from the neighborhood association. To this day, he was still unsure of why he was approached with the job, especially considering he didn’t know the first thing about being a DJ, but the woman who had offered him the position had taught him everything he needed to know.

It turned out that he had a natural affinity for the position, seeing as he was still at it years later under the alias Spira. Ukai kept telling himself that he would quit the gig eventually because there was no way he could continue working four jobs—it was inhuman and the money didn’t even really matter to him. Okay, that last one is a lie; his DJ gig has been a substantial contributor to his savings funds to the point where he was even able to afford a newer, larger, (and slightly) used SUV in full compared to his tiny, old yellow beater. Even his mortgage bills were starting to look less daunting with the current cash flow.

Who needs sleep anyway? Ukai survived and thrived off of nicotine and caffeine anyway. Besides, sleep was the last thing on his mind whenever he set foot into the club. It was impossible to think of anything other than the writhing bodies of sweaty, young adults that were already drunk or high or were practically fucking each other with their clothes on. Perhaps that was part of the reason Keishin felt the need to quit this job—he was envious. Envious of the fact that he never got to indulge in his youth like these kids did; he started working and helping his family out right away after college. Sure, he went out here and there, but these twenty-something-year-olds were living their best life, while he was thirty and catering to their whims.

To say he was a bit bitter would be an understatement.

Bitterness aside, however, it did him good to see the youth enjoying exactly that—their youth. They got to do as they pleased between exams and becoming functioning members of society and, while he was jealous, Ukai was proud to be able to contribute to their pleasure.

He’d arrived to the club early, as he often did, to try to grab a drink before he was due for stage time. Ukai was thankful the bartenders knew him enough that he didn’t have to verbally order considering the music was too loud to hear him in the first place. A rum and coke manifests itself in a small, plastic cup that the blonde raises in thanks before weaving and bobbing around the various partygoers. For the most part, he’s successful in dodging the flailing bodies as he mutely notes the very upbeat remix of some female pop artist playing.

But only remotely successful as Keishin attempts to salvage his drink from spilling as he raises it over his head as one of the partygoers is pushed into him. “Hey, careful!” He snaps toward the younger, [hair color]ed woman. She only looks half-offended by the scolding, but otherwise unperturbed. If anything, the dominating expression on her face was confusion.

“Coach Ukai?” He’s surprised to hear both his given name and his title, let alone coming from a club patron, as they all knew him as Spira. Recognition slips his mind entirely—he’s never met this girl in any way that he can remember. Certainly, he would never forget crossing paths with this beauty, even if she was dressed in a similarly juvenile fashion to the other ravers. Tight crop top tee cinched together by a knot at the midriff, with army green high-waisted shorts attempting to cover the bare skin, face painted with makeup, glitter, and sweat; even underneath the garb, she brought forth no recollection. “Uh, d-do you remember me?” It’s a challenge to hear over the music, but she presses forward close enough that her lips are right in Keishin’s ear.

“Can’t say that I do,” he yells right back into hers.

“Karasuno class of twenty-twelve, I was Sugawara’s girlfriend.” Oh.

Oh.

Now he remembered, vaguely, but he doesn’t ever remember her looking like this. The last four years had been incredibly kind to her, in more ways than one. Back in her Karasuno days, [name] had always looked pleasant, for lack of better term. But there was always a lifeless, matted, dull glaze to her eyes that screamed she was searching for something more. While it was still somewhat present, there was a substantial joyous air around her. It looked good on her. However, as much as Ukai wanted to stay and admire, he had to go get set up for the evening. Or rather, that was the excuse he used when he said he would catch her after the show. “[name], did you know who that was?” The woman in question gives a nod, confused at the sudden star struck gawks that her friends held.

“Uh, yeah? My ex-boyfriend’s volleyball coach?”

“No dude, that was the DJ, Spira.”

“What?”

Being the closing act meant a lot of different things to Ukai Keishin. On the negative spectrum, it meant he was going to have to tend to crops as soon as he finished cleaning up his set. That also meant he wasn’t going to get to go to bed until nearly eight in the morning after his shift at the farm. Yet, for him, the positives greatly outweighed the negatives. For Keishin, watching the audience lose themselves in euphoria, albeit probably a drug-induced one, just hit different for him. It was a sense of satisfaction that only came from a select few activities, with coaching volleyball being the other major contributor. There was just something about the way the crowd was overwhelmed and screaming the second underground remixes of old Kid Cudi tracks with his own twists overtook the speakers that granted Keishin a sense of enlightenment.

For him, being a DJ allowed an audience to flow and vibe with the journey of his life and all its constant up and down motions while under the guise of anonymity. As Spira, Ukai opened up the complexity and conflicting feelings of his inner mind and brought it to fruition through his mixes. He felt that in his soul, he’d done his art of storytelling justice. The audience felt it. Hell, his mom at home probably felt it. Perhaps it was one of the main reasons this dingy, hole-in-the-wall club kept asking him to come back every weekend.

His mind wanders further as he clutches an electronic cigarette in his hand, mixing beats on the turntable while taking hits of nicotine in between. He wonders if the girl he had ran into just a few minutes prior had been frequenting here as often as he had. Then, thinking back to what little information she supplied earlier, Ukai’s mind drifts off to the former third-year setter from when he first started coaching. Sugawara was a nice boy with a firm, almost parental, hand that walked dangerously along the lines of being a partner and being a control freak. When it came to his relationship, things had to go his way. And while his girlfriend that came to every tournament was much more outspoken yet easy going, she was opinionated and didn’t shy from confrontation.

Now that the coach had given it more thought, it was a wonder that one tolerated the other at any point in time. If anything, Ukai imagines the two of them would typically be at each other’s throats. From the few times he had interacted with her, she was always more free spirited and couldn’t be weighed down by any one else’s opinion, but seeing her now was different—she was in her element in the dingy, dark club with the glitter on her cheekbones refracting light off of her face. There was laughter and true, unabashed joy on her face. She had a light of her own—like she was ray of sunshine in the center of a storm.

Three hours past midnight when the club closed was always Keishin’s sign to leave, regardless of the countless attempts to attend the after party he’d been invited to. He had to go to work, after all. Sure, a part of him had always been a little green with envy at all the DJs that got to hook up with club patrons after, but after being at this gig for a few years, he figured that the right girl for him would eventually come to him if he continued working on himself. After all, he didn’t want to just have a string of one night stands with a bunch of fresh adults that could barely function after the small drop of Malibu rum—he was too old for that.

“Uh, coach?” [name] felt strange calling him that, but she didn’t feel familiar enough with him to address him otherwise. He was halfway in his car, the blonde ready to leave for the weekend to go back to his regular day-to-day work. “You coming to the after party?” [name] asks when Keishin only looks at her in question, cigarette hanging betwixt his dry lips.

“No, I actually have to go to work right now.”

“Oh,” she doesn’t mean to express her disappointment, but it slips anyway, “guess I’ll catch you later then?”

“Uh, yeah.” A tight lipped hybrid of a pained grin and grimace crosses her wet, gloss covered lips. Without another word, Ukai closes his car door, a little more brusquely than he intended to, before backing out and leaving the young woman to her own devices. His mind wanders once again with him humming absentmindedly to the soft acoustic punk playing over the car radio. His eyes are focused on the passing greenery, the cars that are weaving and bobbing off the freeway—hell he even noticed the way the tendrils of the sun are just barely starting to peak over the horizon because it reminded him of her. A thought he banishes immediately because he feels creepy for even thinking that.

Yet no matter how much scenery flitted through his honey eyes, his mind keeps traveling back to one thing, or rather one person, only.

Goddammit.

On Monday’s practice, Ukai Keishin’s mind is flooding and drowning in memories of his first year as the volleyball club’s coach. It was as if his mind was coercing him to attempt to reach out to the girl that plagued his mind for the last forty-eight hours or so. Though, he had no way of contacting her. Instead, with every step along the wooden floors, he can remember the way she would walk Suga to practice, almost physically seeing her standing in the doorway to kiss the third-year setter goodbye. As if he could see her sitting underneath the third window from the left, quietly doing homework and exchanging small talk and airy laughter with Kiyoko and Daichi. As if he could see the same sunny smile she gave in the audience from Saturday night at the club between the lines of the woodwork in the floorboards.

It was a repeating pattern day in and day out that was beginning to make Ukai question his sanity.

“Hey, man,” his assistant coach and fellow Karasuno alumni, Tsukishima Akiteru, places a hand on his shoulder and looks at him in worry. “Are you okay? You’ve been out of it all week.” In what world did a week translate into three days, the older blonde coach didn’t know.

“I’m fine, just tired,” Keishin all but bites back. He didn’t want to admit his conscious had been running rampant with thoughts of a girl he’d briefly met at a club. It felt almost as disturbing and perverted as it sounded in his mind.

“The team’s worried about you. Why don’t you take an early weekend and get some rest? We’ll see you back on Monday, yeah?” Normally, Ukai would have vehemently refused. However, his circumstances were far from normal and he was gracious for an assistant coach he trusted wholeheartedly to do the work that needed to be done. And so, Ukai heeded Akiteru’s advice and went home before practice even began on Thursday afternoon.

It was slightly disorienting for him to go home and nap, but he was incredibly thankful for the gift. Waking up just before he was technically supposed to start his shift at the shop, Keishin jumps into a cold shower to bring him to life before heading downstairs. A bellowing yawn passes his lips through his teeth as he starts his evening. Maybe his team was right—he really did need a break. Thankfully, he knew that the second the doors to the Sakanoshita were locked, he was done for the evening and wouldn’t need to reawaken until three the following morning. Just a few more hours until then, he thought.

With it being a slower evening as well, Ukai was able to kick his feet up on the counter as he always did, pull open the newspaper from earlier in the morning and casually flip through. Briefly, he considers giving up one of his four jobs because this was something he missed doing. But consideration aside, he was far too in love with the cash flow and the thought of paying off his mortgage to entertain the thought for long. Maybe one day, he would finally sell the Sakanoshita store or quit helping on the farm—

“You still work here?” Huh. Her voice sounds different when it isn’t drowning under the speakers of a nightclub.

“I do own this place, you know.” Ukai snarks at the woman who’d been consuming his brain for the last week. She looks different without glitter reflecting off of her unreal cheekbones or the heavy layers of foundation and eyeshadow. Even more than before, Keishin definitely recognized [name] now. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Shopping,” she snorts as if it were the most obvious thing, “why else would I be at a store?”

“Dunno, maybe you’re just here to see me.” Ukai responds without skipping a beat, turning the page of the paper to play into his guise that he wasn’t the slightest bit surprised at [name]’s presence.

“Uh...actually...” her voice is quiet, prompting the coach to quirk a brow and fold up the paper he was now pretending to read. It wasn’t like he could focus on anything right now outside of the woman standing before him, spearated only by a thin counter. Without talking again, his brown eyes lock with hers, silently goading for her to continue speaking. “I-I just...I don’t know. It was just really weird to see you at the club and then to find out that you’re Spira on top of that. I haven’t seen anyone from Karasuno since I graduated and—“

“Woah, kid, breathe.” Ukai interrupts her before she can continue spewing word vomit at a hundred miles an hour. “So what if I’m Spira? Though, you better not tell anyone that. My stage name is a secret between us, alright?” For a moment she’s quiet, gears turning in her head. The secrecy didn’t make sense to her because, if anything, he should be proud of the fact that he’s rather well known in the underground electronica scene. Or at least, she was in his stead, because [name] would have been proud of Ukai regardless of whatever occupation he held.

She supposed it came with the territory of having an unrequited crush on the coach years ago, that continued well beyond high school and even university, back when she was still dating Sugawara Koushi. It was the reason she had even bothered to come sit in on his practices and partially the reason she would come to his tournaments and matches. Not that she didn’t want to be supportive of her then-boyfriend—it would have been a fight had she not—but seeing the hot older coach was definitely a bonus in her book. “But why?” She offers, not wanting conversation to end despite her not having actually bought anything.

“If the school ever caught wind of me doing that, I could lose my position as the coach. Some shit about Karasuno’s image or whatever.” [name] gives a small nod, fidgeting subconsciously, as an attempt to shake her nerves and anxiety, by sifting through various candy bars that were in front of her before grabbing her favorite. Without a second thought, she peels the wrapper before placing the candy between her lips, the puffy pink skin greatly contrasting the chocolate coating. “Ya gonna pay for that, kid?” Ukai irks, his honey brown eyes steeling over in irritation. The nickname she’s given hits the final nail on the coffin and seals away [name]’s trepidation. Instead, her own sass comes out to join the fun.

“Nah,” she hums playfully, the chocolate-covered wafer cookie crunching between her teeth. “Quit calling me kid, coach. I’m a lady,” the irony isn’t lost on either of them as she speaks with her mouth full.

“Still a kid, kid. And quit calling me coach, I’m not your damn coach.” The familiar, grumpy attitude of his brings [name] back to the Ukai she knew back in high school. In a mix of nostalgia, warmth washes over her as the haughty tone in his voice sent shivers down her spine like it did a few years back.

“Sure thing, coach,” she teases again before tossing the wrapper of the stolen candy bar into the nearest bin. “You’re at the club tomorrow, right?” The question adds a bit of context and confirmation to Ukai—it seems she knew when Spira was performing, meaning she must have been a patron for a decent amount of time. Part of him wonders how she never realized who he was before, another part wonders how he’s never noticed her considering she could make all traffic stop if she stood in the middle of a freeway. At least, that’s what looking at her did to his heart.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe this time, you’ll join us at the after party.” Without another word, [name] pushes herself away from the counter she’d been leaning on while talking to the blonde man. With Akiteru giving him the weekend off, he actually entertained the thought of attending this time. Even if her invitation was rather blasé and indirect, he didn’t see the opportunity of him attending one presenting itself any time soon. He may be old, by his own standard, but there was a unknown allure to the thought of showing up to a wild party with a woman that was so adamant of his attendance.

Or rather, adamant in his mind. Whether she actually wanted his company remained to be seen, but the curiosity was gnawing at him, and was something he would have to unearth sooner rather than later.

Having an entire night, or a day’s worth, of rest was a rather disorienting, yet pleasant feeling for Ukai. After tending to crops and returning home in the early hours of the morning, the blonde coach was able to catch a solid nine hours of sleep before his shift at the Sakanoshita store with another chance to nap before he needed to head to the club. Despite knowing he had the ability to do so before another restless night, his mind felt the need to keep him awake and alert. Even after showering and styling his blonde tresses into their usual mane—mundane acts that usually came to him automatically—he was hyper aware of the slightest unruly flyaways.

Ukai Keishin was nervous.

He didn’t know what to wear or if there was a dress code or if anything he typically wore would be deemed worthy of an after party. A part of him wanted to leave it alone and let him sport his usual white track pants and tight, maroon muscle tank, but that part of him immediately drowns in the ocean of his anxiety. Another string in his brain prompted him to dress up just a little bit to help him look the part—it had nothing to do with impressing a certain club patron, no—he tried to convince himself. A miserable attempt, but still one nonetheless.

Eventually, he settled on crisp, dark-washed jeans that hugged his muscular legs without being suffocating, paired with a vibrant, crimson muscle tee that hugged his biceps all the same. Ukai still felt a little out of place in the attire, as he often had back when he first assumed the alias Spira, but headed out the door of his apartment before his conscious could dispute it.

He was early again, even more so than normal. Desperate for a drink to calm his nerves and replace his blood with liquid courage, Ukai worms his way around to the bar, signaling the attendant for his usual. Rum and coke in hand, the DJ stands off to the side, hiding like a wallflower, while he studied the sweaty, dancing bodies. Did he know why he was looking for her—no. Maybe partially to tell her she owed him for the candy bar, maybe to tell her he was joining in on the after party this time around.

Maybe to just see her.

Keishin banishes the last thought with a shake of his head before skulking off to the attached patio to smoke. Pulling a cigarette from his pack and a lighter from his pocket, the flame torches the end of the filter at the same time the blonde inhales. Forcefully pushing the smoke out past his lips, Ukai takes a hearty sip of his drink until it’s nearly gone. He was going to need something stronger tonight.

“Is it that time already?” The older man’s head snaps to the voice that had been haunting him subconsciously.

Part of him wishes he didn’t look.

As if to play into her question, [name] checks the large, rose gold watch on her right wrist—an incredibly stark contrast to her outfit for the evening. Maybe it was a hunch when Ukai felt that he had been underdressed, as if his intuition knew that she was going to be dressed to the nines in a black skater dress. Even with a modest neckline, the lace cut out detailing on the sides of the dress accentuated her curves impeccably, playing well with the volume of the skirt, while the open back she was sporting dipped dangerously low.

It took everything in Ukai to not throw every milliliter of restraint and inhibition out the window and fuck her right then and there.

Taking a lengthy drag of his cigarette to hold himself back, Keishin inhales deeply, the smoke billowing past his lips emerging densely and grey in color. “I’m a little early—needed an extra drink today.” The man manages to choke out, downing whatever is left in his little plastic cup for added emphasis.

“Need another?” [name] chirps politely; almost too politely as if to deliberately dispute the salacious thoughts flooding the coaches mind.

“I can get—“

“I owe you anyway,” she reminds him, alluding to the candy bar she had eaten without paying for from the previous night. “Pick your poison.”

“Double rum and coke.” He concedes. [name]’s lips twitch upward slightly at the corner before she plucks the empty cup from Ukai’s hand. He doesn’t miss the way the shellac on her nails grazes against his skin, leaving the whispers of contact to run warm. Immediately, the blonde man uses the nearly dead cigarette between his teeth to light a fresh one—heaven or hell knows he needed the nicotine right now.

Given the silence, Keishin takes the opportunity to absorb his surroundings. From the general direction that [name] initially came from, she wasn’t around any of her friends or really anyone that he knew. That was good at least; there wasn’t anybody else that knew of his presence. [name] returns, two clear plastic cups in her hands and surrenders the darker of the two to the man awaiting. “Hold mine for a sec?” Without thinking, Keishin holds his cigarette between his left index and middle fingers, his drink in the same hand, while taking hers. To his surprise, she pulls out her own pack of menthols and a torch lighter, setting the leaves ablaze before taking her obvious vodka cranberry back.

“You took up smoking?” The older of the two asks in surprise, noting the way her lipstick leaves the slightest bit of residue along the brown filter. [name] gives a shrug.

“Surprised you didn’t notice it sooner, coach. I’ve been smoking since second year.” Ukai gives a roll of his eyes at the use of this strange pet name he’s been dubbed by her. But he thinks about it, thinks about how Suga must have felt probably knowing that she did. Thinks how it just added to this strange, sassy yet happy, wild and free exterior she now had. And [name] notices instantly the very same look Ukai had in his face when he was trying to strategize, trying to figure out a way to navigate a conversation with his team about becoming better—she knows what’s coming next. “Yeah, yeah, I know I should quit or whatever. Suga lost that argument a long time ago.”

“Can’t really tell you what to do when I’m just as guilty.” Ukai gives a laugh—one that is embedded with bitterness and envy at the mention of the third-year setter—yet is just as vivacious as he is. A sound entirely different than she’d ever heard leave his lungs before. She likes it.

After finishing his smoke, Keishin gulps down a hefty swig of his drink before patting [name] on the shoulder before announcing his departure. “I’ll see you inside,” the girl, woman, calls out thoughtfully as she gives a small wave with her cigarette filter between her fingers. Ukai doesn’t verbalize the same sentiment. He doesn’t want to slip up and admit he’ll be looking for her.

But it’s painfully obvious that he is when he takes over the booth. Unable to hide the fact that with every chance that he looks into the audience, he’s searching for that black skater dress that hugs her all too perfectly, [hair color] locks swaying as she moves in the crowd. Ukai can’t hide it at all—not behind the turn table or new remixes meant to get the crowd moving.

He can’t hide the urgency he feels to find her outside in the crisp evening air, smoking on the back patio of the club after his set. [name] is talking and laughing with her friends while thin grey smoke billows from her open mouth before her eyes land on him. Some of her friends take notice to the tension and their shared gazes, some of them whispering his alias in excitement. But [name] just smiles knowingly, if not a little cocky, because she can see that urgency, that desperation, that Ukai was trying to hide. “Wait, [name], do you know Spira?” A bystander asked. Clearly, they weren’t present the last time this was brought up.

“Yeah, I may have met him once or twice,” the woman in question snickers as she strides over closer and closer to the aforementioned DJ.

“Cute,” Ukai sneers teasingly at her jab before instinctively reaching for the half-gone cigarette she pulls to her stained lips. At first, she thought he was going to put it out, considering their little conversation from a few hours ago. Instead, the volleyball coach puts the filter to his own lips, noting the damp fabric probably from her freshly applied lipgloss, and takes a drag. It tasted like watermelons and mint.

“Cheeky,” [name] returns, plucking her cancer stick back from the blonde man. While her friends are still behind her murmuring about the familiarity between the two of them, Keishin and [name] are lost in their own little world. “So since your set is over, and considering you’re still here, I’m assuming you’re joining me for the after party? Or do you have to go to work again?”

“I told them I’d be out of town this weekend,” Ukai tries to play it off as nonchalantly as he could, ties to swallow it down his nerves with rum and nicotine. It proves rather difficult considering the coy smile on [name]’s face is wearing and cracking through his resolve rather quickly. But at least, to him, he could confirm his mind was not playing tricks on him and [name] was just as adamant about his attendance as he initially thought. Even more so with her next statement.

“Cool. Your car or mine?” It took him a minute to process her words even—lust thickening and constricting the flow to his brain at the vague question. Ukai was getting far too ahead of himself, but goddammit how could he focus when the fabric of her skirt hit her mid-thigh and framed her like a Venetian goddess—“I don’t mind driving there.” She adds to coax him away from his silence.

“Nah, I got it. We’ll take mine.”

“Lead the way,” [name] chimes sweetly as she wraps an arm around the coach’s forearm. The physical touch is everything he’s been fantasizing about for the last few days—hellfire and brimstone and sunlight and goddammit why did he wear jeans that were only getting tighter and tighter?

Ukai opens the passenger door to his SUV, supporting the woman as she clambered in cautiously so as not to stumble from her heels. Getting settled in, the coach surrenders his unlocked phone to allow her the entirety of his music library. The irony of the DJ surrendering DJ rights to the passenger was not lost on either of them. Much to his surprise, [name] put on soft acoustic punk as he usually did on his way home from the club. The kind of softness one would turn on to accompany the fragile pitter-patter of rain against the windshield. “Cardboard Swords?” Ukai asks in surprise, more than familiar with the band.

“Flannel is a favorite of mine. I’m kind of surprised it’s in your library.” She adds after she begins directing him to this evening’s party location. From the corner of his eyes, he can see the way her full lips are moving along each word with expertise. He sees the way her [eye color] orbs soften slightly and he can tell this song hits home for her.

She’ll never say why—she’ll never tell him this was the song that helped her move on from Sugawara Koushi while restoring her inner peace.

But Keishin is no fool. He can tell that this is physically hurting her—crushing her soul into the leather seat of his car and, instinctually, he wraps a large hand around hers that’s resting in her lap. “I came out tonight to have fun with you, so don’t you go getting sad on me.” He means each word with innocent intent, yet he cannot ignore the almost hidden, salacious drip to each syllable and neither can she. How could she when his touch sent volts of electricity through her skin?

“Right, right,” she says in a conceding tone, switching the audio to something much more upbeat and a little flirty. “Why did you agree to go out tonight?” If Ukai had an answer, then it died on his lips as he let go of [name]’s hand to reach for another cigarette. The process of lighting the tube, inhaling, and exhaling bought him an extra minute to come up with an excuse; her doing the same giving him another thirty seconds.

“I don’t know.” It’s a blatant lie—a lie that [name] believes all too easily—but Ukai can’t bring himself to admit the truth. He can’t admit out loud that she’s the only thing that’s been on his mind all week or that he jumped at the opportunity, created one even, to be able to have a one-on-one moment with her. Keishin can’t admit that he can tell there are intricate webs spun in her mind and that all he wants to do is untangle them one by one.

And he certainly can’t tell her that even the mere sight of her sends his brain into overdrive and all he wants to do is repeatedly fill her over and over with his seed until she is entirely his, inside and out in mind, body, and soul. There was no way in the nine circles of hell that Ukai Keishin was going to admit to his sinful thoughts.

“It’s just up here.” [name] points with gaunt fingers, cigarette between them as her voice is half choked from inhaling her own smoke. Mirroring the man’s actions earlier, she indulged in her own nicotine habit to quell the budding disappointment from Ukai’s lackluster response. They drove up a slight winding hill and as the trees pass by, the itch for her truth and her history was gnawing at him. He wanted to know why this rambunctious party girl invited him all week to these elusive after parties. Why Flannel ate away at her insides like it did his. Why did her and Sugawara breakup?

But he decides against it for the moment.

“Where are we?” Ukai asks. There’s cars all lining the sides of the road of varying worth—he felt even more out of place than normal with his older SUV, even if it was an upgrade for him, considering the large number of luxury vehicles.

“Bevelle’s house.” [name] says simply, pointing to an empty space in the streets as she throws the butt of her cigarette into the road. The casual way she name drops the owner of the club makes him gawk, catching flies in his mouth had there been any at the hour. With a satisfied, cheesy grin, she hops out of her seat and walks in the grass to meet Ukai on the other side as he clambers out of the vehicle as well. In familiarity, she grips into his forearm once again as they walk towards the forest mansion.

Keishin wasn’t sure what to expect when the two of them walked in, but a home full of people screaming his pseudonym and her name was not on that list. Younger hordes had surrounded [name], greeting her warmly and telling her how glad they were to see her again for the evening. Others were approaching Ukai, telling them how rare and a momentous occasion that the infamous artist Spira was amongst their midst.

“Glad to see you could join us, Spira.” His boss and club owner, Bevelle, approaches the mismatched couple. Bevelle was an alias used by the middle aged woman, her real name unknown to those that didn’t know her know her, and was once upon a time her stage name. While she had chosen a quiet location in the Miyagi prefecture, Bevelle was quite known in the underground scene. Granted, Ukai didn’t know any of that when he’d taken the job. If anything, it was all thanks to her that he was able to learn for his own success as well as granting him the opportunity to learn in the first place. “Good to see you too, trouble.” Bevelle affectionately goes to muss at [name]’s hair, to which she only replies with a cheeky grin.

“How do you know Bevelle?” Ukai presses his lips towards the ear of the woman still hanging onto him as she expertly leads the way to the kitchen. The car ride left her feeling slightly uncomfortable, ashamed even though she would never admit to that, and she knew she definitely needed a drink after it. Part of her was heavily rebuking herself for trying to pry into his mind by asking why he came along, even more so when she put on the one song that shattered her heart every time she heard it. It just excited her that he had it in his library, that he even knew who The Cardboard Swords were, and that he enjoyed the same obscure taste in music as much as she did.

“She’s a close family friend!” The chirp that [name] gives isn’t entirely convincing, like she isn’t telling the truth. Regardless, Ukai washes down his doubt with the beer he was handed, figuring she probably had her reasons. And as soon as the plastic is in each of their hands, [name] downs the contents immediately, hoping to drown out the nerves ebbing from her stomach with vodka. She should have been ecstatic—her old high school crush, her unrequited crush, was here with her, drinking side by side but she can’t help but feel the tension between them—sexual or otherwise.

Just as the two of them down their second round, a piercing voice cuts through the thicket of the masses, calling out her name and capturing her attention. “It’s your song! Come on!” A shrug and a smile crosses [name]’s features as she’s all but dragged away to a different part of the mansion. Much to his surprise, she grabbed onto Keishin to drag him along as well.

The two of them are presented with a myriad of sweaty, rolling bodies—much more gone than Ukai had ever seen at the club itself. It was oddly...sensual, if it could be called that, to see the fluid movements between party goers. Sensual, intimate, strange—all of them could be used interchangeably at this moment.

[name] is dancing with another woman, mouthing all of the words to the current pop song while bobbing and jumping around excitedly before her eyes lock on his. She’s in her element now. All sunshine and smiles like Ukai had seen from on occasion from years ago or most recently at the club, but they’re directed at him for once as she pulls him closer onto the dance floor. The taunting beats and repetitive call of “come on” and the way [name] loosely wraps her arms around his neck as she dances brings Ukai to the realization that this was the end of the line.

The end of the line, because Keishin can’t hold himself back anymore.

Not with the way her hips are grinding against is and she’s laughing warmly and heartily at his slight discomfort and her teeth are glittering off the lights in the dark room like stars in the night sky. Not with the way her head is thrown back and her dress drops low enough to flaunt the expanse of bare skin of her neck and collar bones that are just begging him to sink his teeth in. Not with the way her [eye color]ed orbs are locked with his as she sings along with the music, oddly enough alluding to some form of confession of her feelings.

He can’t fucking take it anymore.

The large hands he has on her hips move just under her arms to hoist her up, [name] instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her balance. Their eyes are locked, honed in on each other with the rest of the party melting into the background. With her deepest, most wild high school fantasy driving her actions, she grins. “Hi,” is all she says before Ukai cranes his neck back to cover her lips with his.

His kiss is everything she imagined it would be after years of pining. The smell and taste of smoke and wood floods her senses as his tongue laps at the watermelon lip gloss on her bottom lip before seeking refuge within her mouth. His hands, now wrapped around her thighs give intermittent squeezes, either to keep them grounded in reality or just because he needs something to clutch at—she’s unsure of which. In response, her manicured fingernails tangle into his messy blonde locks. Their kiss pours out their desperation, laying it all out on the table for the both of them to see clear as day.

The only thing that prompts them to break apart is the ending of the song.

“You wanna get out of here?” Ukai asks as he tenderly puts [name] back on the ground. As if he weren’t just making out with her moments ago, the motion is delicate and gingerly and almost loving.

“Not yet,” there’s a knowing, smug lilt in her voice as she turns on her heel and throw herself back into the throng of party people. Or rather, attempts. While she’s attempting to flee, Keishin snatches her wrist, pulling her closer until their chests are flush against each other.

“Nuh uh,” the blonde man tuts, “you’ve been asking me to join you at a party all week, now here I am. The hell makes you think you’re leaving my side tonight?” [name]’s grin only grows wider.

“I’ve waited for years for this opportunity, coach, so if you think I’m not gonna have fun with it, you’re dead wrong.” The word ‘years’ constricts the man’s heart—forces his pupils to blow into dilation with her modest, yet blunt confession.

“Years?”

“Years,” she repeats, “ever since that first practice you stumbled into the Karasuno gym as the temporary coach. Why do you think I came to every single exhibition match and tournament? Or came to study and do homework while you guys had practice?” This girl was grinding at every steel line of self-control that was left in Ukai’s body because every word spilling past her lips added an additional ten volts to the sexual tension between them.

“We’re leaving.” He bites out despite the delicate tone. Wrapping his hand around hers once again, Keishin tugs her along time dodge the party goers that threw the two of them curious glances, wondering why they were quick to leave shortly after their arrival. Just to tease him further, [name] almost wants to offer a rebuttal and tell him that they should stay longer and enjoy the show. However, she knows she’s done enough waiting and if he was taking her home, she wasn’t going to argue.

While urgency and desperation was their game, Keishin didn’t cut corners when it came to presenting himself as a gentleman as he helped [name] back into the car. Hormones be damned—he was still going to help a lady into the passengers seat. “You never did tell me why you finally agreed to come out tonight.” She says quietly, as if the two of them hadn’t been making out and dry humping a few minutes prior. “And it’s clearly not because you knew I had a crush on you all throughout third year—“

“Don’t act like you’re the only one with feelings in this.” Ukai grits out, speeding much faster back home than he did on the way to Bevelle’s house. Paying that no mind, [name]’s ears perk up at his own wayward confession. When she asked for clarity, a rumbling groan shakes his chest as he patted down his pockets in search for his nicotine sticks. “I didn’t recognize you the first night at the club because you look different now. Happiness looks good on you.”

“Happiness?” She echos confusedly, turning to face Ukai fully after lighting her own cigarette.

“You used to always look content back then—just barely content and nothing more. And I can’t stop thinking back to those days because you’re this ball of sunshine, kid, and I can’t stop wondering what the hell Suga did to you to dim your shine that badly. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week.”

[name] is quiet for a moment at his own rendition, his own version, of a confession and she’s stunned. And she can’t tell if she wants to cry or kiss him because this is not that way she ever fantasized this conversation going. It was going better than she dreamed. Better, because the words that Ukai is saying adds an entirely new layer to his amped up personality—he wasn’t just the sexy volleyball coach that she used to pine over. He was a person with deep rooted feelings for justice in the sense of wanting to understand how someone could inflict damage to the innocent and he wanted to rectify said injustices. He wanted to know how someone like Suga could try to dampen her sunlight instead of allowing her to thrive and bloom.

She wants to kiss him, she decides, but since he’s driving, she settles for placing a chaste one on the corner of his mouth. “Serves you right,” she jokes when she pulls away, “it’s been a long four years for me. It’s your turn to suffer.”

“Trust me, this car ride is torture enough.”

[ next ]

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[anakin-danvers]

adore you

Obi-Wan Kenobi x senator!reader

reader is gender neutral!

Request: “congrats chas!! 💞💓💘💖 how we feelin about “Just say the word. You know I’d do anything for you” and obi?” as requested by @cherieboba​

Description: Visiting the Unknown Regions has its risks, especially as a Senator of the Galactic Republic. But you never expect the greatest danger to be your Jedi guardian. 

Word count: ~2.3 k (was planning for it to be around 1 k but here we are)

Warnings: lots of pining! and lots of fluff!

A/N: I really hope you like this Ann! 🥰 Thank you so much for your patience! 💞 I loosely based this off of Harry Style’s Adore You, hence the title. I was planning on making this sort of sad but couldn’t bring myself to do it as I listened to Adore You, so now it’s pure fluff. Also, there’s little Easter egg is present from my first ever star wars fic, if you catch it, I love you ☺️

P.S. I have begun to specify gender neutral or female/fem readers on the top of each fic! I am open to write for all genders/pronouns!

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You’re not sure you like this. The feeling of vulnerability, the feeling of not knowing. Of course, you’ve dealt with the unknown before, even with the feelings of vulnerability, your role as Senator for the planet of Busil forcing you to deal with both. But you’ve never felt them the way you do now. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s been assigned as your go-to Jedi guardian for different high-risk trips you make around the galaxy. Being part of the Galactic Senate and being such an outspoken member of the Antislavery committee means you are not a stranger to being a target. It’s because of that which Obi-Wan was assigned to protect you on any high-risk missions. But it’s due to his enthralling ways that you’re in the mess you find yourself in. 

You’d never admit it to anyone, but you have feelings for the Jedi Knight. You’re not exactly sure how you got to this point. Romance was never something you’d been looking for. For most of your life, you’ve been involved in politics. Your mother had been a Senator for Busil back in her time, and being the only child, you followed in her footsteps.

No, you’re not sure how you got to this point. But eventually, he began to take over the thoughts in your mind. The small conversations became the highlights of your days. The small kiss he gives your cheek upon greeting you began to leave a burning sensation too immense to ignore. You began to long for the feeling of his skin on yours, the fleeting touch of hands suddenly not being enough. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes. Your heart began to jump at the simple mention of his name. Yes, you have feelings for Obi-Wan, but you know you shouldn’t. 

He’s a Jedi, and Jedi have no possessions, no room for attachments. He’s fully dedicated to the Order, you’ve seen it when he talks to you about it. You could never ask him to leave all that behind for you. Instead, you’re left to love him from afar, giving him your heart in silence. But there’s a part of you that feels guilty for keeping it from him. The basis of your friendship is honesty, it’s always been that. Not telling him about how you feel, it makes you feel dishonest, betraying almost. How do you manage to keep this from him without tainting the pillars of your friendship?

You’re currently on a diplomatic mission on a planet in the Outer Rim. Naturally, Obi-Wan is with you. Today in particular, he hasn’t left your side, taking extra precautions after the rumors of an attempt against you. If it weren’t for the important meeting you are to have tomorrow, the mission would have been called off. 

“We’ll set camp soon, Senator Y/L/N.” One of your safeguards, Edu, says. 

“That sounds great,” you say, welcoming the idea of finally getting some rest. 

“You must be tired,” Obi-Wan says, and you look over to find him looking at you with a concerned expression. 

It had begun raining some time back, immediately after your speeders had given way. You’d planned on lodging locally, not wanting to bring much attention to you and your entourage’s presence. Because of this, the ship you’d travelled in had been hidden, and you’d been traveling in modest speeders up until they’d stopped working. Now, you’re all left to travel by foot, hoping to reach civilization at sunrise. 

“As much as you are, I’m sure.” He, along with your other companions of the mission, have been walking in the rain. You would have been too, if it weren’t for Obi-Wan’s insistence to ‘give you at least some coverage’.

At your response, he smiles. “Always concerned about me. It’s you I’m asking about.”

“I’m simply stating the truth. You’ve been working hard today.”

“Not any harder than most days, rest assured,” he says, and as if on queue, you can see the tiredness in his eyes. 

“Obi, I wish you’d take the time to—“

“We’ll be stopping here, Senator.” Edu interrupts you, and before you can continue, Obi-Wan gives you a smile before going to help set up camp. 

The loss of speeders not only meant the need to resort to walking; it also meant you had to carry less supplies with you, and consequently, had less tents for the night. Everyone paired up in the tents, and you’d been left to share your tent with Obi-Wan. Somehow, you knew this would be more dangerous than any attempts made on your life. 

You’re sitting on the makeshift bed, foot in hand as you lightly massage away the soreness from the day’s walk. You’ve changed into some comfier clothes, undoing your hairdo to release any tension on your head. You can hear voices outside your tent: Obi-Wan and Edu discussing security measures for the remainder of the stay. It’s until you hear them bid each other goodnight that your heartbeat quickens. 

“May I come in?” There’s no door, nowhere to knock, but he still wants to make his presence known. 

“Of course.”

He enters the tent, the quick opening letting you hear just how bad the rain is outside. This is only emphasized upon seeing him, his brown cloak drenched. Instantly, you stand, making your way towards him with an extra blanket. 

“Obi-Wan, you’re soaked.”

You stand in front of him, holding the blanket out to him. He pulls back the hood of his cloak, showing his hair is just as wet. Your heart hurts at the sight, not wanting him to be in any sort of uncomfortable state. 

“Please, take that off.” As quickly as the words leave your mouth, the heat travels up to your face. Obi-Wan notices your flustered state and lets out a small chuckle. 

“Very direct, I see.”

You reach out to give him a small push. “You know what I mean, Kenobi.”

He does, since he shrugs off his cloak and takes the blanket you have for him, giving a small thanks. He uses it to dry the ends of his hair, moving to lessen the dampness of the rest of his robes (thankfully, they’re not as drenched as his cloak). Your eyes follow his every move, practically glued to the movement. When he’s done, he drapes the blanket over his shoulders, and you take a step closer to wrap it tighter. Lost in thought, you leave your hands on the corners of the blanket, your eyes focusing on the cloth material.

“Is something on your mind, darling?”

Just that I would do anything for you. “No, Obi, just tired is all.”

“You should get some rest then.”

“I was hoping we could talk? We haven’t had much time lately.”

Another small laugh comes from him. “I thought you were tired.”

“Well, yes, but I miss our talks.”

Obi-Wan smiles, giving you a small nod as you make your way to the bed. You sit next to each other, the distance between you seeming too large and too small all at once. 

“Now tell me, what’s been going through that brilliant mind of yours?”

Just that I don’t know how to live without you. “I’ve been worried about the mission.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes soften, and he takes a hold of one of your hands. It takes all your strength not to interlock your fingers with his. 

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, my dear. I’ll keep you safe.”

You nod, a smile present on your lips. “I know, Obi. It’s not that which I’m worried about. It’s tomorrow’s meeting. I’m worried it won’t go as expected.”

“If there is one thing which I know is guaranteed from this mission, it’s that you’ll do great tomorrow. You’ll get through to them, Y/N, trust me.”

“Thank you, Obi.” 

He smiles, giving your hand a small squeeze. The blanket slips off one of his shoulders, and when he moves to fix it, you notice a small grimace on his face. 

“Are you hurt?” You try to mask the worry in your voice, to no avail. 

“No, I’m fine. It’s from an injury in a previous mission.”

You’re already up from the bed, hands on his affected shoulder. 

“Have you gotten it treated?”

“There’s no need. I’m fine, really.”

“No need? Obi-Wan, you have to take care of yourself.”

“I do.”

“Well, you have to do better. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

You don’t realize you’ve said the second sentence out loud until you see his eyes fixed on you. Light-toned sapphires, taking your breath away. 

“I...may I?” 

At your request he nods, and you move to put pressure on his shoulder. Your hands push and pull at it, carefully massaging it the way your father taught you when young. You see Obi-Wan lightly flinch once, then see his eyes relax. You continue to work on his shoulder in silence until he speaks. 

“What are you thinking?”

Just that I’d walk through literal fire for you. “Nothing, really.”

“Is that so?” 

“Yes.”

“Hmmmm...” Damn him for knowing you so well.

You finish working on his shoulder, taking your hands away. “How do you feel?”

He rolls it back, and to your delight, he doesn’t grimace anymore. “Much better. Thank you.”

“A small payment,” you say. 

“For what?”

Just for showing me what it’s like to love someone. “Always being there for me. And not just on missions. Just, always.”

“There’s nothing to thank, you know that.”

You look at each other for a bit longer before you break your gaze. “Well, I guess we should be going to bed.”

He nods, getting up and setting the blanket he’d had on his shoulders on the floor. He grabs another blanket and rolls it. He’s about to place it on top of the spread out blanket on the floor when you notice what he’s doing. 

“You’re not sleeping on the floor, Kenobi.”

He turns to look at you, an eyebrow raised. You continue before he can protest (and before you second guess yourself).

“You have a bad shoulder, and you’ve had a long day. The bed is big enough. We can both fit. And I’m not taking no as an answer.”

An amused smile makes its way to his face. Nodding once again, he picks up the blankets, placing them to the side. You help him fix the bed before slipping under the blankets, Obi-Wan slipping in next to you. Looking up at the tent ceiling and feeling him so close to you, you wonder how you ever thought this was a good idea. You’re just thankful he can’t hear the beating of your heart, at least you hope he can’t. 

“Something’s on your mind.” It’s a statement this time, the third time he’s addressed your pensive state. “And it’s not about tomorrow’s meeting.”

Just that I don’t know how much longer I can go without telling you how I feel. You hate keeping this from him. You’ve both always been so honest to each other, why not be honest with this too?

You take a gulp before speaking. “Can I tell you something?”

At the seriousness of your voice, he shifts his body so that it’s facing you, giving you his full attention. You, on the other hand, keep your eyes on the tent ceiling.

“Yes.”

You take a deep breath, and to your own surprise, turn to face him. Like this, he’s even closer, mere inches separating the tips of your noses. 

“I adore you, Obi. I have for some time. We’ve always been so honest with each other, and because of that, I need you to know. But know that you’re not obliged to say or do anything. You don’t have to say you love me, you don’t have to say you don’t. You don’t have to say anything. I just need you to know.” You take another deep breath. “I just hope to ask one thing.”

“Just say the word. You know I’d do anything for you.”

His voice is so sincere, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to calm your breathing. 

“Just...let me adore you. It’s been such a beautiful experience for me to feel these things that I do for you. Different and even frightening at times, but really, I’d have it no other way.” It’s after you say the words that fret begins to cloud your mind. Why have you told him? What do you expect him to say? What of the Jedi order?

Obi-Wan closes the distance between you by taking a hold of your face, strong hands holding your cheeks to bring you towards him. His lips land on your forehead, and he gives you a kiss that eases even the sound of the strong rain. With eyes closed, you feel like you’re in the clouds. One of your hand comes up to hold his wrist, while the other lands on his chest, right above his heart. The feeling of his heartbeat under your fingertips is what elicits a bloom within your heart. 

“I’d be honored, my love. Only if you allow me to do the same.”

You look up to meet his eyes, the mesmerizing eyes that took your breath away the first time you saw them. “Are you saying that...”

“Yes, darling. I love you. It’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

Now it’s your turn to kiss him. You take a hold of his face, bringing his lips to yours. The feelings from it, they’re amazing. You know now that the feelings of vulnerability and not knowing are not bad; they’re part of the experience of loving and being loved. 

Obi-Wan holds you that night as you sleep, and you swear you’ve never slept better. Yes, you’re sure you love this.

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Tusk

     So, uh hello again! I’ve kinda been not doing much lately on here. However I randomly decided to write just a few paragraphs of yandere characters I felt like writing for. With the theme of listing the title of whatever song I had listened to while writing it all. (Usually I listen to stuff that I feel fits the situation regardless of the actual meaning of the song itself) I’ll probably do a few more of whoever I’m in the mood for. I know it isn’t any requests that were sent in but it’s something!

Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli and Yandere! Johnny Joestar 

     Strange was an understatement to describe how they both were acting around you. The way Johnny wistfully catch your eyes sometimes and just stare for a few solid seconds was unnerving. You could even say there was some strong desire fiercely gleaming in his expression. Meanwhile Gyro was more outspoken and witty but his tone was always laced with some kind of sweetness. He barely if ever seemed to frown around you. 

   This whole debacle only started because of you interacting with them. Trading whatever items you had that they needed and exchanging it for ones you needed. You never thought you’d think of Gyro’s understandably standoffish behavior at the time in a positive light. Alas that went out the window awhile ago due to you getting roped into the issues of the corpse parts.

   You really hadn’t intended to travel with anyone, even though that made it a bit more risky. It just happened to turn out like this, and unfortunately your travel “companions” seemed just a little bit too attached to your presence. More than anything you intended to separate from the duo and finish this damn race on your own.

   Casting your eyes around towards the shadows of the trees, your thoughts started buzzing on how you could lose them. Even if it’s by a small stretch and you lose a little time from pushing your horse you could do it.  “Is something the matter?” Your heart jumped immediately at the softly spoken tone that came from Johnny.     Readjusting yourself you were momentarily shocked at how close he brought slow dancer up to your horse. Though you try to bury that surprise quickly with clearing your throat and holding your reins more loosely in response.  “No, I’m fine” You passively answer Silence fell between the two of you but you could clearly tell the blond was unconvinced by your response.  “You’ve been acting strange...” the nineteen year old inquired 

“I’ve just been lost in my thoughts” You return your eyes straight ahead to avoid Johnny’s piercing gaze.

“Lost enough you completely ignored your score the last time we crossed a checkpoint?”

 Your eyes shot over to Gyro, who confidently lead Valkyrie closer to you. Effectively three horses were now going around the same pace, with yourself sandwiched in the middle.

  Taking a brief pause you sigh “I just wanted to win a race, I certainly didn’t want to get involved in a fight for my life over corpse pieces..that’s not what I signed up for” You tell them

 “Most of all you both have been odd around me, the looks you give, the way you’ve touched me, I don’t even want to know what you two do at night-” 

   Your breath hitches awkwardly at your ranting right towards the people you didn’t want to deal with. Usually telling someone off like this would be the best feeling in the world, a catharsis even. Yet when you gaged your surroundings the air about the pair of men was rather unsettling.

 Shaking your head you continue “I shouldn’t have been koi about this in the first place, but I will leave and travel on my own from this point on”

 “This late in the afternoon?” Gyro inquired with a perplexed tone “You won’t get that far”

  “I honestly could care less as long as it’s own my own” You grumble

 Deciding to try and get a lead on Valkyrie and Slow Dancer you attempt to maneuver around the two horses, but Johnny is quick to keep pace. He almost makes your hose stumble on its own hooves.

 You just about gave the blond a defiant glare, but that moment was shattered by an abrupt fear. The blond’s eyes mixed with darkness and an undeniable passion.    “y/n please don’t do this” He stated flatly 

  Shuddering at the sudden shift in tone, your eyes look to the gradually darkening sky. Hues of orange, red, and pink deepening, while darkness crept on the edges. You didn’t have much time left..

 You had to go for it, break through and try to garner some distance.

 Though before you were able to properly do anything indicative of that nature, you felt something off as your horse suddenly rose to its hind legs momentarily. You stumble and try to grip your hands on the reins to calm them down, but to no avail.       As quick as the sudden event had started it had ended with you lying flat on your back on the ground. Just outside of your field of vision one of Gyro’s steel balls dropped after spinning into your horse. 

“It would be a good time as any to unpack and settle down here for the night”  the twenty four year old commented, while looking down at you.  You tried to support yourself off the ground but the valiant effort was quickly subdued by Johnny’s presence. It had taken him little if any time to dismount from Slow Dancer’s back. Upon quickly approaching he made no haste in holding you close to himself, as his arms greedily took your form to lean against his own chest.

 His blue eyes stared into Gyro’s green pair almost knowingly as the latter male went to take care of the horses.      ““We both figured something like this would eventually happen, so we talked it over while you were sleeping one night” He explained softly.

 “I won’t let you go for anyone else, and I’m sure Gyro wouldn’t either..” His hands softly trace circles on the surface of your skin.

 Your breath hitched with panic and Johnny held you a bit too tight for your liking proceeding the running you received.

  “There might be the corpse parts to worry about, but I wouldn’t hesitate in chasing you down in the slightest if need be...”

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenario #JJBA #yandere jjba #johnny joestar #gyro zeppeli #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo x reader #jjba imagines #jjba x reader

[strekkingur]

MEET THE MUSE POWER HOUR!!

━━ take a seat and REPOST this detailed little bio with criteria to introduce the world to your muse.     no reblog karma or tagging ━  if you see this on your dash, feel free to partake in it!

☆ ━ B A S I C S .

NAME:: Eiríkur A. Sævarsson / Republic of Iceland

NICKNAME(S):: Eiki with family, Ice by others (call him Ice Ice Baby and you get hit)

AGE:: 1,147 yo, stuck at 18 in human age

GENDER:: male, he/him

NATIONALITY:: Icelandic

☆ ━ A P P E A R A N C E .

EYE COLOR:: a very pale blue actually, but being an albino and having so little pigment in his eyes, the blood vessels of his retinas show through the iris and make his eyes appear almost violet in colour... his actual eye colour can be hard to tell

HAIR COLOR:: white as snow due to albinism

HAIRSTYLE:: short/medium length, usually tousled beyond hope. He has thick, straight hair (tho a few unexpected waves often appear here and there) that has a mind of its own. On top of that, his home country is known for its unpredictable weather and high winds so any of Eiríkur’s attempts to style his hair nicely will be in vain within a few hours. The end result looks as if he hasn’t brushed his hair in a few weeks

HEIGHT:: 180 cm / 5′11′‘

WEIGHT:: 67 kg / 147 lbs

BUILD:: lanky, very narrow frame, gangly and awkward with legs for days... you know that teenager stage where it looks like someone attached a string to the top of their head and pulled up? that what I’m trying to say is he’s like a noodle

TATTOO(S):: N/A

SCAR(S):: covered in burn scars thanks to being volcanic (plus a few “oopsies”)

PIERCING(S):: N/A

PREFERRED FASHION:: his beloved lopapeysas paired with black skinny jeans and a nice pair of boots (either ankle or knee high). Often wears all black or dark colours (dark blue, dark grey, deep mossy green, brown) and combined with his white hair and pale skin, ends up looking like he’s escaped from an old b&w photograph. He doesn’t care for accessories other than a pair of earbuds either plucked in his ears or looped around his neck. Usually wears two layers (wool can be itchy directly against the skin) and when the weather gets colder, he adds a furry-hooded parka and gloves to his ensemble but often skips other warm items of clothing like scarfs and hats

TYPICALLY SMELLS LIKE:: his asthma doesn’t handle strong smells so Eiríkur doesn’t wear cologne or use any scented soaps or shampoos, usually he only smells clean, a little musky, a warm vanilla kind of smell like an old and beloved book. Residual smells from his daily life may include wool, animals, coffee, rosin, etc. Sometimes he may carry faint hint of sulphur, again, thanks to being a volcanic nation

☆ ━ P E R S O N A L I T Y .

POSITIVE TRAITS:: allocentric || appreciative || calm || caring || challenging || charming || creative || compassionate || dramatic || efficient || focused || imaginative || liberal || loyal || neat || non-authoritarian || observant || witty ||

NEUTRAL TRAITS:: stubborn || perfectionist || sarcastic || confident || prideful || competitive || rash || unsentimental || artful || casual || complex || emotional || honest || outspoken || sensual ||

NEGATIVE TRAITS:: abrasive || argumentative || blunt || crass || cynical || egocentric || fatalistic || hesitant || indulgent || irritable || lazy || libidinous || meddlesome || moody || neurotic || passive || possessive || vague ||

LIKES:: animals (especially horses), reading books and studying, learning new things, Nordic Noir, true crime podcasts, sci-fi, listening to music, playing music, nice shoes (esp tall boots), feeeeesh (fish is dead serious business), coffee, pancakes, ice cream, liquorice, sweet pies, pastries, all kinds of sweets tbh, birdwatching, windowshopping, hiking, wide open spaces, having the newest gadgets, NatGeo documentaries, knitting his own sweaters, cheerful and optimistic people, dark humour, bad puns, witty jokes

DISLIKES:: being treated like a naive child who doesn’t know how the world works, feeling insignificant and unheard (read: being ignored), his family (depending on the day with Denmark but Norway is quite solidly on the black list), pretentious people (England), pointless decorum, dishonesty, indirect communication, power distances, deadlines, other people’s insistence to punctuality, and all other useless “hassle”, people who are busy just for the sake of being busy, people who call Icelandic horses ponies, people who diss his traditional food, judgmental people, people and things that (dare to) tower over him, people who pick on others, people who dislike animals and/or animals dislike them, snakes and spiders and other creepy crawlies with too little or too many legs (he feels very conflicted about Sleipnir), neckties... (cut for length)

PHOBIAS / FEARS:: being abandoned, being powerless, lacking a voice and a purpose in the world, getting attached to people, having his trust betrayed, death and dying (both his own and other people he unfortunately finds himself caring about), asphyxiation, needles (or any medical stuff really)

HABITS:: wearing earphones 24/7, always either listening to music and/or singing or humming under his breath, wearing all black clothes, speaking his mind regardless of any and all consequences, siding with the underdogs, showing up at least 15 minutes late to any engagements, reading ferociously about the topics that interest him so that when the conversation lands on those topics he can obliterate his opponent, getting stuck on wikipedia rabbit roles, second-guessing and arguing with himself, taking an average of three days to reply to texts (just call him if you need something), showing up to visit unannounced, baking about once a week, always having homemade desserts to offer to guests but refusing to say they’re homemade

☆ ━ R E L A T I O N S H I P S .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: demisexual 

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:: biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:: something may be afoot with Sarafina ( @orkidpayanke ) 

☆ ━ H E A L T H .

CHRONIC CONDITIONS:: moderate allergic asthma, PTSD of abandonment, a few specific phobias, hayfever, dry skin and eczema (melancholic by nature but does not fill the criteria for depression)

ADDICTIONS:: caffeine; he can definitely be a bit dangerous to deal with without it

ALLERGIES:: dust mites, pollen, mould (main triggers for his asthma but almost any irritants can set him off: tobacco smoke, air pollution, ash/volcanic fumes, perfumes - please don’t wear strong perfume around him - cold air, dusty rooms, chest infections), also gets a rash around his face and neck from strong sunlight

☆ ━ H O M E . 

PLACE OF RESIDENCE:: a house by the sea in the outskirts of Vogar

METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION:: by car if the destination is more than 5 mins away (or alternatively he’d like to commute by horseback but for some reason they tell him it isn’t “professional” and that he’s “making a scene” in the modern day)

PETS:: four Icelandic horses, two cats, and a dog

☆ ━ W O R K  &  E D U C A T I O N.

JOB:: government “intern” / eternal student, he reads over miscellaneous paperwork (sometimes he jokingly calls himself the PM’s spell-check) and travels for diplomatic missions. His govt is understanding of his physical youth and thanks to the peacefulness of his nation, are willing to allow him time to study and learn the ropes of nationhood (sometimes Eiríkur complains that they could give him more work). In his free time he also volunteers in the local Search and Rescue group

SCHOOLING:: he learnt the basics of survival, the ancient laws and etiquette from his medieval chieftains and later Norway. While living in Denmark he had various tutors and received the standard education of a noble boy for the era. In the modern day he’s enrolled in the local university and does online courses on various subjects that spark his interest. Has completed degrees in Icelandic Language and History at this point, and the rest of his credentials are coming along slowly

SPOKEN LANGUAGES:: Icelandic, Danish, English, German, French, Latin, Old Norse, and to a (much) lesser extent: Norwegian, Swedish (tho he might just be speaking Danish without the stød), Polish, Lithuanian, Latvian, Estonian, and Finnish

SKILLS:: playing the violin and piano, singing, chess, animal husbandry and horsemanship, reciting the sagas and medieval law forwards and backwards by heart, baking, story telling, braiding hair, knitting, quick memorisation of both useful and useless information, wilderness survival, can always point true north, and also has a truly spectacular talent for misplacing things and getting lost

☆ ━ R A N D O M .

QUIRKS:: miracle kid that honestly should have died more than a few times already (bc his own land is constantly trying to kill him), might just be indestructible at this point, now insists on having an opinion in everyone’s business (to not lead an empty existence), also insists on acting tougher than he is, covers up most of his emotions with an explosive temper, has a tendency to get into petty arguments (esp with England), never uses the word “please”, is a neat freak, had a Viking fanboy phase in the 1920s (rumours say it might still be brewing under the surface), cannot tie a necktie without almost hanging himself, actively rebels against all social rules both on personal and national level, and is always down to fight

RELIGION:: Protestant Christian (nominally part of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of Iceland, but mostly agnostic in practice)

THEME SONG(S):: Síðasta kveðjan - Árstíðir

#many are difficult to see through (headcanons) #major headcanons #me introducing my muses: and here we have a belligerent beanpole #the reason this took me so long is actually bc I had somewhat hard time thinking of stuff Eiki actually likes xD

[kirishibi]

Tipsy

Summary: The Big Three plays a drinking game and reader is left alone, tipsy, with her long time crush Mirio

Pairing: Togata Mirio x Reader

Warning(s): Intoxication, mentions of alcohol, hella mutual pining and fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: Requested by @hazelmoonchild. Hope you like it and thanks for the ask! This is just a lot of sweet and fluffy Mirio, which I can never get enough of, so I had a lot of fun while writing. Enjoy! :)

-kiri

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For the first time in what seemed like years, you found yourself free on the same night as your favorite trio. It was a miracle, truly. The Big Three of UA grew up to be very popular heroes and had been kept incredibly busy as a result. So, the moment you heard that your friends were all available, you insisted on hanging out. Amajiki volunteered to host a small get-together at his apartment, and soon the four of you were all piled onto a large, cat hair covered sofa in front of his TV.

After an hour of banter and catching up, a drinking game was proposed and everyone was eager to get started. The name of the game was.. well, it didn’t have a name but it went like this: Nejire found a compilation video of All Might’s greatest moments, and every time he said ‘I am here!’ everyone would take a shot. 

In hindsight, the criteria should have been stricter. 

Within half an hour you were all drunken messes. Empty shot glasses littered the coffee table, a quarter-full handle of some expensive liquor forgotten on the floor. Nejire baby-talked to one of Amajiki’s cats, gently squishing its face between her hands as she muttered nonsense. Amajiki perched himself on the arm of a chair beside her, monotonously telling her to ‘leave Mittens alone’ though he made no move to stop her.

You and Mirio sat side by side on the couch. Mirio was the least drunk due to his body mass, with you being the second-most, right behind Nejire. You leaned into Mirio’s chest, his arm wrapped around you affectionately, cautiously keeping his hand on your shoulder out of respect. Though he desperately wanted to wrap both arms around your waist and pull you closer, to pepper your forehead with kisses and brush your hair which became more and more unruly with every shot, he refrained. You two had flirted in the past and he had been crushing on you since your days at UA, but he’d always been too nervous to confess or otherwise make a move on you. It seemed that he was confident and outspoken when it came to everything except for you. He valued your friendship dearly and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by admitting that he had fallen head-over-heels. So, he sat with an arm around your shoulders, a goofy smile on his face, and butterflies in his stomach made even more powerful by the alcohol coursing through him.

Nejire abruptly released the cat’s face and turned to the rest of you. “I want food!” She whined, vaguely gesturing toward the door. “Let’s go get some fooodd!”

Amajiki perked up at the idea, his stomach growling in response. “I- I think there’s a diner down the street that we can walk to.” His slightly slurred speech earned giggles from everyone in the room, himself included.

You, however, groaned in reluctance. You didn’t want to leave your spot resting against Mirio. His strong arm around you made you feel safe, happy, content. He was your hopeless school girl crush, and finally lying in his arms was the best feeling in the world. Food could wait, this was so much better. You tried to think up any excuse you could to stay right where you were. “I’m tiiiired and it’s cold ouuuut. Can we just make something here?” You faked a yawn, though it wasn’t fooling anyone. You were slurring your words as badly as Amajiki, and just like with him, your friends weren’t hesitant to laugh at you.

Mirio watched you for a moment as the giggles subsided before turning back to the other two. “You guys go on ahead, I’ll make sure (y/n) doesn’t get into too much trouble!” He flashed a reassuring smile toward them. Mirio had been the designated caretaker at many parties before - it was just in his nature, so no one batted an eye when he took on the role once again.

Nejire said something about you two being ‘party poopers’ while Amajiki made sure that you would be okay, giving you permission to raid his fridge and showing you where the bathroom was as if you hadn’t been to his apartment multiple times already. They slipped on their shoes and departed a few moments later with a final “Goodbye” and “Don’t break anything!” before leaving you two alone in a peaceful quiet.

You sat together for a long moment, basking in the silence and one another’s company before Mirio spoke up. “I’m glad you suggested this. I missed our group.”

You giggled, light headed from the liquor as well as your racing heart. “I missed you too, Togata.” You responded, not quite realizing that you’d singled him out. You did, however, note how his breath hitched if only for a moment, his heartbeat speeding up against your back. 

He chuckled, surprised by your forwardness though he most definitely didn’t mind. He looked back down at you as you absentmindedly watched the TV screen. His eyes wandered along your features: the curve of your nose, the (e/c) eyes he found himself constantly lost in, your normally not-so-messy hair that even in this state still somehow framed your face perfectly. “You’re so beautiful.” The comment escaped him before Mirio could stop himself. It was but a passing thought, three words that popped into his mind several times whenever the two of you were together. Tonight, however, with his filter loosened by the drinks, he said it to you directly. He froze, holding his breath, ready for a slap across the face as your eyes flicked up to meet his.

You were shocked, immediately assuming your drunken state had you hearing things, but the blush on Togata’s cheeks along with the panic in his eyes... no, he really said that. Your heart skipped a beat and a smile tugged at your lips. Words couldn’t describe the way Mirio made you feel - not just then, but always. You looked at him for a long moment knowing you needed to say something, to break the tense silence, but your gaze dropped to his lips and you moved without thinking.

You leaned in, closing your eyes and pressing a tender kiss to his lips. You didn’t know what you expected, but you hummed in delight when he kissed back and his free hand cupped your cheek. His arm dropped to your waist and held you closer, practically pulling you into his lap. After a few long, wonderful moments he pulled away. He still looked surprised when you opened your eyes, but his brows were no longer furrowed in worry, and the corners of his mouth were upturned in a soft smile. 

“I...” He closed his eyes with a sigh, trying to collect his thoughts before locking his gaze with yours once again. “You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Since the second half of year one for me!” You grinned.

“Oh, I’ve got you beat!” Mirio teased, moving the hand from your cheek to lace his fingers with yours.

“Oh?”

“Since the day I met you.” He raised your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. “But I want you to know that this isn’t just the alcohol talking. I really like you, (y/n). So, the next night I’m free, please let me take you out on a real date? This is wonderful, but I want to take you to a nice dinner and make sure you know I’m serious about you… about us.”

“I would love that!” You practically tackled Mirio in a hug, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you embraced him. He wrapped his arms around your waist in response, burying his face in your neck as he held you.

The two of you caught up on life, discussed date ideas, and laughed so hard your abs ached. You lost track of time enjoying one another’s company. Eventually he laid back on the sofa, pulling you to rest on top of him with your head on his chest. He muttered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you of how he felt when he met you, how his heart raced whenever you came into the room, how he found you absolutely stunning even when you were sweaty and exhausted from practical lessons. You began dozing off as he talked about that one time you had helped him study for midterms, and how he felt like his heart would explode when you reached up to play with his hair as he tried to study from a textbook. The feeling of his fingers gently running through your hair as he spoke, accompanied by the soft ‘lub-dub’ of his heartbeat, lulled you to sleep. 

Amajiki and Nejire arrived in the apartment an hour later, finding you both passed out on the sofa. Nejire would go on to say a smug smile pulled at Mirio’s lips even in his sleep, and your soft snores made the whole scene ‘Just adorable!’. You could endure the extensive teasing you received the next day, though, because you now knew that Togata Mirio was in love with you, just as you were with him. 

#mirio #mha togata #mha mirio #togata mirio #big three #mha big three #mirio x reader #mirio x you #togata mirio x reader #togata mirio fluff #mirio fluff #togata x reader #amajiki tamaki #nejire #kiri writes

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Field of Poppies Part 6

Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.

Part 6: Amelia thinks about soon becoming a mother while Tommy asks Polly for advice

     Ada and John had been arguing all morning. It all started off with Ada telling everyone that John had kissed Martha behind a tree. John was adamant that they hadn’t even gotten close to each other. Ada said otherwise because she said Martha’s friend Bess had confirmed that the two had kissed. The two erupted in a huge argument and Polly did her best to break it up. But the two kept bringing it back up.

           Arthur and Tommy were itching to get away from the chaos so they made an excuse about going hunting with some of the other Strongs.

           Polly saw the helplessness in Amelia’s eyes so she suggested that the pregnant woman go for a walk to get some space. Amelia agreed, glad to get some quiet time. So, she went for a walk along the river, adoring the sun on her face.

           Along the way, her feet got a little swollen so she decided to take a rest. She walked closer to the bank of the river.

           Nearby, there was a woman kneeling beside a basin. At first, Amelia thought she was watching clothes, but then a little hand popped up. She realized the woman was bathing a little baby.

           A bit curious, Amelia inched a little closer. That gained the attention of the woman who looked up and smiled at her.

           “You look like you’re due soon.” She noted.

           Amelia put a hand to her stomach. “Oh, about a month and a half.” She answered sheepishly.

           “Is it your first?”

           Amelia nodded.

           “This is my second.” The woman waved her over. “My name is Maxine.” She introduced herself to invite Amelia to sit. “This is Ava.”

           She took the invitation and sat near the woman who appeared to be a couple of years older than her. The baby in the basin was about six months and had lovely green eyes. “I’m Amelia.”

           “It’s nice to meet you.” Maxine smiled warmly. “I know it can be a little scary with your first pregnancy.”

           “It’s been a bit of a journey.” She admitted. “Sometimes I still wake up and it’s hard to believe that…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at Ava. The baby peered up at her and waved her hand, splashing the water with a gummy smile. “That I’ll have a baby so soon. Someone that’s so dependent on me.”

           “I know it can be surreal now, but once you hold your child, you’ll know. You’ll know how to love them with all your heart.” She assured her.

           The two had only just recently met, but Amelia was starting to see that there was a sort of bond between mothers. It gave her some relief to know that there were others who understood her fears and doubts.

           Maxine grabbed a towel and scooped up Ava to dry her off. “Could you hold her for a moment?” She wondered.

           “Oh, sure.” Amelia cradled the baby in her arms. Ava cooed softly and reached for Amelia’s hair.

           Maxine stood up to dump out the water and rinse the basin out in the river. “Is the father around?” She asked.

           “The father? Oh oh, um no. Well, not the biological father, at least.” Amelia answered, looking up from Ava. “There’s someone very close to me who offered to help me.”

           “That’s very good. You can do it on your own but it isn’t easy. Having family around is helpful.” She set the empty basin down by the river bank and sat down again. She smiled. “See, you’re already a natural at this.” She motioned to Ava.

           Amelia smiled shyly. “I suppose it’s easier when they’re calm.”

           Maxine laughed and nodded. “Much easier. But you’ll manage.”

           She settled Ava back into Maxine’s arms. “Other women make it look so easy I suppose.” She admitted. “I just don’t ever see myself being so…able.”

           “I thought the same thing when I had my first little one.” Maxine sat her daughter on her lap so she could carefully dry her off. “It’s so daunting but all you can do is take it one minute at a time. Then minutes turn to hours and hours turn to days. They grow so fast.” She sighed and affectionately smoothed her thumb over Ava’s pudgy cheek. “There’ll be difficult times, like with everything. But it’s nice to savor the calm moments.”

           Amelia tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Thank you for talking to me, it’s really helped.”

           “Of course.” Maxine gave her a smile and stood up, resting Ava on her hip.

           Amelia stood as well, bending down to pick up the basin for her so she wouldn’t have to bend over.

           “If I don’t see you the rest of the fair, good luck with everything. You’ll do great.”

           Amelia was a bit more reassured as Maxine walked away with Ava. But there was still that hint of doubt that she wouldn’t compare.

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           Later on, in the day, Tommy and the other boys returned from hunting. While Amelia occupied Finn and Ada, Polly and the others skinned and cut the stag and rabbits. As Polly cleaned some of the furs, Tommy sat near the fire.

           He looked over to where Amelia and Ada were sitting in the grass. Finn was toddling back and forth between him. A great big smile on the little boy’s face as Amelia cooed sweetly to him. She seemed to glow in the summer sun. There were honey tones in her hair that Tommy hadn’t really noticed before. Maybe there was never enough sun in Birmingham to see them. Maybe before he had been too young and immature to give her a second look.

           But once he noticed, it was hard to look away.

           “Pol?”

           “Mhm?”

           Tommy tore his eyes from Amelia. “Mel and I were talking a couple of weeks back about the baby.”

           Polly sighed and looked up at her nephew. “Thomas Michael Shelby, I told you to leave her alone about it.”

           “No, it’s-she said it was okay to talk about.” He clarified. “I didn’t pester her or nothing.”

           “Alright, what did she say then?”

           “Well, she was wondering about raising the baby without a father.” Tommy felt a little uncomfortable saying it out loud to others. It made so much sense when he talked about it with Amelia. But explaining it to Polly was like standing on thorns. He was waiting for her to call him foolish and stupid for ever thinking he could fill such a role. Tommy already had enough doubt in his head that he projected it onto others without realizing it.

           “Right…”

           “And I said-well I said I’d step up, y’know?” He wiped his pocket knife off on his already dirtied shirt.

           Polly laid out a rabbit fur to dry. “That’s a big responsibility.”

           His eyes went downward and his head hung a little, waiting for her to berate him. “I know.”

           “But I think that’s admirable of you, Thomas.” She said, her voice softening. “What she needs most right now is a companion and someone to be there for her. She’ll have all of our support but if she has someone who is more of a confidante then, she deserves that.”

           Tommy looked up at her, a bit surprised but relieved at the same time. “You think I can do that?”

           “It will be a lot of work. Children aren’t easy but you know that. You’ve helped me with Finn and Ada. John too. And-” There was a break in her voice. She shook her head. It was too soon. She hadn’t spoken their names since they were torn from her arms. “Anyway,” She continued past the heartache she needed to be strong. That’s all she could do. There was so much that needed to be done. It seemed she only had time at night to think about Anna and Michael. Time to think about when they would be returned to her.

           “Pol…”

           “The child ought to grow up with a mother and father. And Amelia should have someone to rely on. But you cannot” She pointed her knife at him to prove a point, “abandon her once you commit. I won’t have you getting cold feet and running off like your father.”

           Tommy’s nose wrinkled at the comparison between him and his absent father. “Won’t be like him.” He promised. “Never.”

           Polly sighed and nodded. “Then, I think it will work out perfectly fine. You two are very close, I’m sure you’ll make it work.”

           “Pol!” John came running over. “Can I go riding with Martha and her brothers? They said there’s this big open place for racing ‘n I wanna show ‘em I can gallop!” He rambled off.

           “Of course, your siblings, and I will just keep camp and make dinner for you when you return.” She replied with an eyebrow raised.

           The teenage boy grimaced, picking up on the sarcasm hinting in his aunt’s voice. “Please?”

           Polly sighed and shook her head. At least it would be easy to get things done if she didn’t have Ada and John bickering the rest of the evening. “Go on then. Be back for dinner!”

           “Thanks, Pol!”  

           “Don’t let Martha’s brothers so you kissing her, they’ll skin ya alive!” Tommy called.

           John stuck his tongue out at his brother and flipped him the middle finger.

           Polly stood up. “John Shelby!” She scolded.      

           But he simply ran off so she wouldn’t be able to catch him.

           “That’s your future if Amelia has a boy,” Polly warned Tommy as she sat back down.

           He just chuckled. “Eh, he won’t have any Shelby blood so maybe not.”

           “It matters more who raised you. That’s why you’re not a clone of your father, none of you are. You’ve got your mother in you and that counts for something. She keeps the demons at bay.”

           “Yeah…I guess.” Tommy looked down at his hands, bloody from cutting the meat. “I guess.”

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           “Is it going to be a boy or a girl?” One of Polly’s cousins, Marie asked.

           Amelia was sat by one of the vardos with Polly and some of her kin. All women, they were discussing everything over fixing some clothing and blankets. Amelia was no good at mending anything but she tried her best with Polly subtly giving her guidance.

           “Oh, I’m not sure.” Amelia laughed softly. “I don’t know how I would be able to tell.”

           “Well hasn’t Polly figured it out?” Marie’s daughter, Hazel, asked.

           “No?” Amelia glanced over at Tommy’s aunt.

           She smiled and shook her head. “I didn’t know if you wanted it to be a surprise or not. But if you’d like to know…”

           “Oh, it’s no fun if it’s a surprise!” Marie protested. “You’ll be holding a baby with no fucking clue what to name them.”

           The women voiced their agreement. “Alright, I guess it would be nice to know.” Amelia’s cheeks went a little red from the attention.

           Polly set down her needles and reached over to Amelia. She lightly cupped her right breast and furrowed her brow in thought. Amelia snorted out a confused laugh, unsure how that would ever tell the gender of her child.

           “It’s a boy.” Polly decided after a brief moment. “Lord help us all.”

           They all laughed. “Well, you can always try again for a girl.” Marie pointed out. “Although if you do, you might end up with a house full of boys and no girl.” She warned.

           “Oh, I think a boy will be fine. Tommy will be able to teach him right.” Amelia shrugged and tried to resume her focus on the hole in the blanket she was attempting to fix.

           There was a little disruption as the women in the group stifled a collective gasp. Hazel bit back a coy smile. “So Tommy is the father?”

           Amelia realized the slip as her eyes widened. “Um well…” She glanced to Polly who gave her a nod of reassurance, almost allowing her to make up her own mind. “Yes, he is.” The answer wasn’t to save face for herself but for the Shelby family. What would say about Tommy if he was raising the bastard son of another mysterious man? Amelia thought it was clear that he was a very good man who was willing to help out a friend, but she figured others might not see it the same way she did. Maybe they would think he was a fool for supporting a child who wasn’t his blood.

           The women tittered with excitement. “We knew, or I suppose we all guessed.” Marie clarified.

           Another woman, who Amelia wasn’t sure what her relation to Polly was, pointed at Hazel. “I told you, didn’t I? I said ‘look at the way he looks at her. That is the look of a man who loved the woman carrying his child’.”

           Amelia’s face was burning. Had Tommy really been looking at her that way? She hadn’t noticed, maybe it was when she wasn’t looking at him. She tried to imagine that look and it made her heart skip a beat.

           “They’ve been in love for years,” Polly said with a casual shrug.

           “Pol!” Amelia exclaimed in embarrassment.

           “It’s true! I would always say to his mother that you two were just meant to be. Tommy never gave any other girl the time of day. And every dinner it would be ‘Amelia this and Amelia that’.” Polly smiled fondly. Whenever any of them would mention Tommy’s little crush on Amelia, the young boy would make a sour face and say girls were gross. But Polly knew that he never explicitly denied it. Now she still saw the adoration they had for each other. It had matured and aged to be something more, however. Polly knew it was love, but it would be for them to figure that out.

           “Well speak of the devil and he shall appear,” Marie said with an amused look in her eye.

           Amelia turned and indeed Tommy was making his way over to the group. She felt her chest tighten. He looked a dream, even she couldn’t deny that. His dark hair was unkempt as were his clothes. His white shirt was partially untucked and sported a bit of dirt from his morning’s ride. His bracers hung by his hips and his hat was tucked the back pocket of his trousers. But what really stood out was the crystal-clear blue in his eyes that shone so brilliantly in the sun.

           “There you are.” He said to her. “I thought Pol might’ve kidnapped you and brought you here.” He smiled.

           “I was just helping mend a few things,” Amelia responded but her voice sounded strange to her. As if she wasn’t really sure if she was speaking the words correctly or if they were coming out in complete gibberish.

           “I’ve never known you to pick up darning needles in your life.” He smirked, amused by seeing her be so domestic.  

           “Well, neither have you.” She retorted. But realized all the women in the group were watching them tease each other. They looked coy, as if they all knew something Amelia didn’t. She cleared her throat and ducked her head a bit to shake off their attention.

           “You’re having a little boy, Tommy, isn’t that exciting?” Marie asked.

           He looked perplexed for a split moment. “Oh…a boy, really?” He didn’t quite pick up on the notion that Amelia had said he was the father of her child.

           “That’s what Pol said.” Amelia nodded.

           Tommy smiled slowly. “That’ll-well that’ll be nice, won’t it? He’ll grow up with Finn. They could be good friends, aye?” His excitement ebbed a bit when he realized all of Polly’s kin and friends were listening to him. A bit embarrassed, he cleared his throat. “Want to take a walk with me?” He offered Amelia.

           “Um, yeah, alright.” She set down her handiwork and took his hand to stand up. “I’ll be back, Pol.”

           “Take your time.” Polly shared a knowing smile with her cousin.

           “They love to gossip, don’t they?” Tommy sighed when they were out of earshot.

           “They’re nice though.”

           “Yeah.” He shoved a hand in his pocket. It was hard to know what to say first. Tommy hadn’t put much thought into the gender of the baby. A baby was a baby and he figured when they were young, it didn’t matter. He hadn’t put much thought into when they were old enough and exhibited a personality. “He could learn how to ride and hunt,” Tommy mentioned. “I could teach him when he’s old enough.”

           Amelia smiled. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest. “I could see him wanting to be just like you.” She wished, deep down, that her child would have Tommy’s eyes. Realistically, it was impossible. She had brown eyes and so did his biological father. But they could always… She paused and stopped to look at him. “Polly said that you-well-maybe at one point you…loved me.”

           He looked a little stunned. Tommy had never told his aunt how he felt about Amelia when they were younger. The little puppy dog crush he had on her. And he certainly hadn’t told her about how he felt about Amelia at the moment. But perhaps he’d made it obvious enough. Maybe there was no hiding it.

           “Would that have been okay?” He asked. He felt like the same young boy that could talk to his best friend for hours about anything, but when it came to how his heart skipped a beat when she was around? He couldn’t say a word about it to her.

           She bit her lower lip and nodded. “Yeah, that would’ve been more than okay. It still is more than okay.”

           Tommy felt like the world was quickly running out of oxygen. Was this truly happening? Were they on that verge? The final leap of faith before everything would fall into seemingly perfect order? “Yeah?”

           “Yeah.”

           He laughed nervously. “Sorry.”

           “What are you apologizing for?” She gazed up at him with the sun bringing out all the warm amber hues in her eyes.

           Tommy wasn’t sure if his palms were sweating from the summer heat or because of the way she was looking at him. Either way, it made him feel a little self-conscious. How manly was he if he couldn’t even admit his feelings in clear words? That he had to rely on some school-yard, round-about way of confessing to her.

           “Tom?” Amelia tilted her head to the side. “You’ve gone a bit quiet.”

           “Oh, well I was just apologizing for leaving you with Polly and the rest of ‘em.” He lied and rubbed his palms over the front of his pants. “I should go wash up though.” He made up an excuse to slip away.

           “Tommy?” Amelia reached out to grab his arm before he could vanish. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to, y’know, be with me. I appreciate you wanting to help with the baby but that doesn’t mean you need to be any more than just a father figure. I don’t expect anything else from you.” There was a hint of sadness in her eyes as if she’d lost some sort of hope.

           “That’s not it, Mel.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not it at all.”

           “Then what is it?”

           “What is what?”

           Her eyes widened in disbelief that they were dragging out the conversation much longer than was necessary. “The-the reason you wanted to speak with me right now.

           “I didn’t have anything to really say. I just didn’t want them looking at us like that.” He waved a hand towards the group of women. “You were the one saying all that about what Pol said.”

           “But-” Amelia made a noise of frustration at him. “Why is this so difficult?”

           Tommy knew exactly what she meant. But he wasn’t going to be the one to own up to that. “Why is what so difficult?”

           “This!”

           “What?”

           She threw her hands up. “Thomas Shelby, you know what I’m talking about! The fact that at one point you maybe, might’ve loved me and at one point I probably loved you too. And now that it’s just-it just never went away. And I probably still love you and I thought maybe you still loved me too. But I suppose I was wrong because you’re being so bloody difficult.” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

           He stared at her. All of a sudden, all her cards were on the table. And he was still holding his tight to his chest like a coward. “I never said I didn’t love you.”

           Amelia blinked and opened her mouth only to falter for a second. “You never said you loved me either.” She countered.

           “Well, I do.”

           The two stood there in a long pause of silence, merely looking at each other. Amelia’s arms dropped to her side. “W-well I do too.”

           A small smile of disbelief formed on Tommy’s face. “Then there’s nothing difficult about it.”

           She laughed and rolled her eyes. “We certainly made it difficult.”

           “I think we’re just good at making everything difficult.” He grinned.

           “Yeah, we sure are.”

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[shielded-from-sight]

LFRP updated

Updated LFRP to reflect developments and solidifying design

The Basics ––– –

Age: ~28 Birthday: He had one at some point but his family didn’t keep track of male birth dates. (it’s the 27th sun of the 4th umbral moon) Race: Miqo’te, Seeker of the Sun Gender: Male Sexuality: Polysexual (no gender preference) Marital Status: n/a​ Server: Goblin

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Short, sandy colored

Eyes: Pale purple, note his pupils are lighter and slightly cloudy

Height:6′3″ - taller than your average miqo’te

Build: Built well - this is a man who wears heavy armor often.

Distinguishing Marks:A few small scars here and there. On his back are some three strokes from shoulder to waist that are scarred over. A notch out of his right ear, and there’s a scar on it. There are two black tattoos on his right wrist that circle it, like a bracelet. A scar over his eye.

Common Accessories:He often wears four silver rings on a necklace around his neck, under his armor. If he is not in armor, he will often have a cane with him.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Mercenary, free company commander

Hobbies: Listen to people read, napping in the sun, reading but only if it’s braille (or the eorzean equivalent), playing the piano

Languages: Eorzean, Garlean (assuming there is a separate garlean language, which i imagine there is), Thavnarian, a bit of Othardian

Residence: An apartment in in lavender beds

Birthplace: unimportant

Religion: He believes that the gods once existed, but is certain that they have all but abandoned the world, or died, or something.

Patron Deity: Byregot the Builder

Fears: Not protecting the ones he loves, failing, silence

Personality X'Chai is pleasant, dependable, and trustworthy, good natured and has a good sense of humor. He tends to be polite and charming and has excellent manners. He sticks to his world. Failure for him isn’t an option. He has a good sense of humor and a charming smile. He’s slow to wake in the mornings before a cup of coffee.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: none

Children: none (unless you count his 3 godchildren)

Parents: The X’Vhann Nunh and X’Iliha Tuhnul.

Siblings: Many many half sisters, two half brothers

Other Relatives: many aunts

Pets: none

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between /  Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Nightly, or every few nights, sometimes during the day

Drugs: None.

Alcohol: only socially and sometimes after work. Whiskey and Thavnarian wines are his favored drinks.

RP Hooks ––– –

No Job Too Small –X'Chai is an adventurer and mercenary. While his company, Eorzea’s Promise, has done shady things in the past, they have grown enough in clientele to pick and choose their tasks. This means they often offer discounted payments to smaller jobs, even if it’s something as small as escorting someone from one place to another, doing some gathering, or guard duty.

…But Business is Business –of course, every now and then they’ll take even the shady stuff, but never with their name attached.

Tea Time – He enjoys sitting in taverns, cafes, and tea houses, and taking in the atmosphere, reading his books. He’s always happy to share a table with someone new. Who knows where a new connection will lead?

A Noble Heart –X'Chai is not one to stand by as someone as accosted, be in in the streets or the wild. He’ll get into a brawl to defend an innocent, and damn the consequences, and he’ll make sure that they’re okay.

Formerly For the Empire — fight Garleans in the East? Dalmascan or Thavnarian who dealt with the Empire? You might recognize him, as he was known as Breevis’ Shadow, under his father’s command. He was never officially enlisted, of course. It’s a complicated story, and while he isn’t a Garlean now, it’s never too late to get revenge, right?

Contact Information  ––– –

Here on tumblr is a good way to reach me! I have discord available on request.

MISC NOTES

- he is poly. This means that multiple ships will happen. If your character gets involved with him you as a player need to be aware of this. It’s not going to change for your character, particularly due to recent events in his life. I’m okay with making alternate universes in RP if shipping becomes a thing of interest, but please consider that it won’t be his canon universe.

- He can often be found in Pearl Lane in Ul’dah, on the Balmung server.

#LFRP #Updated!

[voidiots]

RP Profile

Una’to Bajhiri

The Basics ––––

Age: 26

Birthday: 32 Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon     October 31, Scorpio Sun

Race: Miqo’te : Mixed but ID’s as a Moon Keeper

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Polyamorous Pansexual

Marital Status: Dating Nezh’a Moshantu, and has a couple of friends with benefits. Though he has serious crushes on them.

Crystal Data Center : Mateus

Physical Appearance ––––

Hair: White, often shaggy and only gets cut once it gets too long and annoys him.

Eyes: Seafoam Green irises with black sclera.

Height: 5′6″

Build: Lean and dexterous build. Shorter than many from malnutrition in early years.

Distinguishing Marks: Red clan tattoo’s, light scars across his hands, red eye shadow, ink like stains on his hands, black warding tattoo’s, and long nails that are pointed.

Common Accessories: Rings made of or inlaid with bone for spell casting, almost always wears masks, and darker fashion sensibilities.

Personal ––––

Profession: Diviner of Fates

Hobbies: Games, people watching, socializing, writing poetry,

Languages: Eorzean and Hunt Speak

Residence: Ward 13 Subdivision Apartment 10   His home location is rather secret however, and few are entertained     there. Used for sleep and more private tarot readings. Otherwise he most often stays in the inns of Ul’dah proper. Ward 19, Plot 4, Lavender Beds, Room 1     Serves as a tarot parlor and home away from home.

Birthplace: The South Shroud

Religion: Agnostic

Patron Deity: Menphina the Lover

Fears: Being alone, the past, the future, others touching his neck, spiders, sleeping, the affliction he and his brother suffer from.

Relationships –––

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

Parents: Una Bajhiri (mother), T’ara Nunh (father, deceased)

Siblings: Nyr Raiah (brother), Kiri (sister, deceased), Kana (sister, deceased)

Other Relatives: Extended and estranged Bajhiri and T clans.

Pets: N/A

Traits –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm  / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between/ Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––––

Smoking Habit: Occasional. Drugs: Once in a blue moon. Alcohol: Never.

RP Hooks ––––

Former Traveling Circus Member:  Sword swallowing, knife juggling fire blowing, card tricks, tight rope walking and fortune telling were his main acts while in service to the circus. He doesn’t like to talk about that part of his life, but someone is bound to recognize him from that part of his life (Ages 10 to 22). Additionally, he could be outed as such for doing parkour and other dexterous feats to get out of bad situations.

Fortune Teller: He reads fortunes for profit where he can, it’s an easy to use skill that he was able to pick up from his time in the circus. Readings can be done via all mediums for RP purposes, but Tumblr and Discord readings will be the most in depth and easiest to read.

Cursed and Voidtouched: Una’to is cursed and as such has corrupted aether that should alert most sensitive to aether. While adept at magic it’s not at all stable due to the nature of his curse. If you’re a voidsent his curse will start to try and devour him a little more quickly and may make him cough up less than pleasant things as his body reacts to it propagating and causing physiological changes.

Distrust of Conjurers: He has a distrust of conjurers as they couldn’t make it to his village to help him or his siblings when disease took hold. Additionally, he’s leery because the nature of his curse makes his own conjury hurt him, so the conjury of others seems as if it would also cause him pain.

World’s Oldest Profession: Maybe you hired him in the past for his services. He no longer works this profession, but others are bound to recognize him through it.

Clan Runaway: Are you a Bajhiri? You may have heard about his siblings’ deaths, or how he left his poor mother alone when she needed help most. Either way, he’ll likely be aloof around you and try to avoid the subject of his family as much as possible, but may try to probe for information on how the clan is doing in other branches if not his own.

Contact Information  ––––

Here on Tumblr, my main blog can be found at @fracturedfantasia​, and of course I can be contacted at my side blog of @unatobajhiri​. The latter of which has aesthetics, rules for roleplaying with him, prompts, and information that’s strictly for Una’to. I live in Arizona presently, so my timezone goes between PDT in Summer and MST in Winter. I’m available most days and evenings sans for Tuesday nights presently. I’m currently unemployed so I should usually get back to people and asks quickly, unless they are tarot asks. Those take a little time. I ask that you please contact me here or by Discord to schedule in game RP. I also ask that interested parties be above the age of eighteen before engaging. Una’to is a character centered around a lot of dark role play. It’s not a matter of writing skill or maturity, just for my own sake and knowing that I’m not exposing minors to some materials that can be disturbing or triggering.

Discord information is granted upon request and usually after some amount of interaction first.

#lfrp #rp profile #I haven't updated this since like june #so have an updated thing

[murdereddaydreams]

Jasahi First Time

Warnings: SMUT, body worship kind of, mutual masturbation I think?, creampie, unprotected sex

A/N: honestly my titles are so self explanatory it's laughable. I wanted to write some self indulgent Jasahi smut so I did. It's written in third person I think? I really don't even know but enjoy if you're into this! Definitely my longest piece ever, not gonna lie. Smut starts after the song!

Word Count: 2,872

Time flies when you're not paying attention to it and living in the moment. Though that didn't mean that time was completely forgotten. That was actually Asahi's current issue while he was preparing for the night with help from his closest friends. It wasn't with deciding an outfit, it was something far more important for the night.

"Why are you so nervous, man? You said it yourself, she's been dropping hints! Clearly she wants this too!" Of course Nishinoya would be all for this, Tanaka chiming in right after him in approval. This notion even received mutters of agreement from Sugawara and Daichi. This all caused Asahi to stop his pacing and look at all of them.

"But… it's going to be our first time with each other or anyone else for that matter… What if something goes wrong? What if I hurt her?" He knew he was strong, he also knew he was overall bigger than his girlfriend, so it was only fair that he would worry about hurting her. He also didn't want to ruin the moment by doing something stupid accidently. He just had to be an overthinker, didn't he?

"Asahi, she knows this. You said it yourself. It'll be fine, you both have the same level of experience. She wants this as her gift for her birthday, she'll enjoy it no matter what." Somehow, Daichi's words soothed his nerves for a second. It was a vicious cycle for the next few hours until it was time for them to all leave so he could go pick up his girlfriend of three years. High school sweethearts, that's how he would describe them. Granted, she was still in school and ending her third year in a few months. There was a two year age difference between the two, something that never bothered either of them though the two had respected it in the sense they never went overboard with their physical affection towards each other. But tonight, they were going to be celebrating her eighteenth birthday together and she had been dropping rather obvious hints that she wanted them to finally take their relationship to that next level. He finally had accepted the idea as he pulled up in front of her apartment. Putting the car in park, he got out and did a once over on his outfit before walking to her door. He wore a pair of black dress pants, a white button up tucked inside with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and the top three buttons left undone. The outfit was paired with black dress shoes and a black belt, his right wrist adorned with a watch and crystal bracelet that was a previous gift from his beloved. Hair was tied up in a neat yet loose low bun, the front pieces tucked behind his ears in a way that they framed his face and facial hair neatly trimmed. This was an important night, he had their dinner all planned out and even the end of the night if he didn't let his anxiety get the best of him.

"Don't you look handsome." Asahi was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the words, eyes naturally scanning over the body of the voice's owner. His cheeks flushed as he took in how her dress hugged her curves. The satin red material came to about mid thigh, the top in a sweetheart neckline held up by spaghetti straps, the fabric clinging to her body and accentuating everything in all the right places. Black heels, a black clutch, and a gold set of hoops with a gold neck finished it off. Her curly, jet black hair clipped up on the left and pushed over to the right. "Is this good for where you have planned?"

"Y-yeah! Sorry, I think I was staring. You look beautiful, like always Jasmine." His hand landed on her hip and dipping down to place a kiss to her lips, having to lean down less than usual due to her heels lessening their height difference. "Happy birthday honey."

"Thank you Asahi, we should go, I would hate for us to be late." Though it was obvious that the two would much rather go inside and spend time alone together, that is with taking into consideration how the pair looked at each other and the feeling of a different intention behind each touch and kiss. Things didn't change throughout dinner, the two casually saying little things that could be brushed off as normal to try and rile up the other. Whatever anxiety there was for that night melted away from the two now that they were together. They knew this was something they both wanted and they knew they had to take advantage while they still could. In a few months they would be separated. Each moment together was precious and this was no exception. Before they even knew it, dinner had been finished and the two were back at her apartment. Somewhere they knew they would be alone and uninterrupted.

"I love you." The words were said in perfect unison when they passed the threshold into the privacy of the apartment, the door getting locked behind them. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close for a much needed kiss. One that he happily returned, arms wrapping around her waist before deciding he should just take her to the bedroom. Feeling his hands on the back of her thighs prompted her to jump up, legs wrapping around his waist as he walked to the bedroom. Once there, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, having her body placed on his lap as the kiss was never broken and instead deepened. A soft moan escaped her lips, hips pressing down onto his to get some sort of friction. Her dress had hiked up to around her hips, giving her easier access to grind down on the bulge growing in his pants.

"Fuck…" Asahi was the first to break the kiss, letting out a rare curse from his lips. This was more than enough motivation for her, adjusting so that the two could get the most enjoyment. For a pair that had been nervous about this event all day, they sure seemed to be falling into place with ease. It could have been because they were so comfortable and in love with each other. It could have also been because while one was more outspoken about it, it was something they both have been wanting for some time now. Neither had pushed the other though, communication was something the two strived for and this was no exception. Tonight was the night it was agreed on and there was no stopping them now.

"I love you so much." Her voice broke through the soft pants of the pair as they were focused on the small amount of relief they were giving themselves. Foreheads linked together, eyes closed, enjoying the beginnings of pleasure between them. Those words warmed Asahi’s heart, hands going to her hips and giving a soft squeeze. Her hands moved to cup his face, gently moving his face so they could look at each other. "I love you Asahi, never doubt that. I'm happy we can do this." She leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to his nose. Right now, they both completely stopped their attempts to relieve themselves as they just looked at each other.

"I love you too. I knew I wanted you in my life when we first met. I'm glad you trust me with this." Words were forgotten after that, the two once again connecting their lips as they pulled their bodies closer together. Her hands slowly trailed down to the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one as her fingers caressed the freshly exposed skin until she was able to slip the shirt off his shoulders. The fabric fell to his elbows, hands leaving her hips to toss it to the floor. His hands found their place on her hips soon after, his right hand traveling up her body to the zipper on the back of her dress. Silently, he asked for permission which received a response in the form of her grinding down on his growing bulge. That was all he needed as an answer, slowly pulling the zipper down to where it naturally fell off her body. Reluctantly, she removed herself from him, standing in front of him and having the garment fall around her feet. Now in her bra and panties, she nervously bit her bottom lip. Both of them had a flush on their cheeks. His eyes were taking in every aspect of her body, how the lingerie accentuated her hips and her full breasts. He couldn't believe that she was with him, he truly did feel lucky.

"Asahi…" Her voice was soft, a nervous energy to it that made his eyes fall on hers. He stood up, towering over her as he cupped her face in his large hand and tilted her up to look at him.

"I'm sorry honey, you're just so beautiful. I promise I'll do my best to please you." Giving her a small peck, he easily lifted her and placed her on the bed, his own body hovering over her. The way his body was able to easily engulf hers always did something to her but now it took on a different meaning other than just cuddling. Her hand ran down his torso, fingertips barely brushing against the skin before she landed on his belt. As much as she loved all of this, the anticipation of getting to do the deed, she was also getting impatient. She wanted to feel herself full of him, the two crying out together as they became one. It didn't take him long to understand what she wanted, always having been able to read her easily since they embarked on a relationship. It actually made a low chuckle escape his lips as he helped her with his pants. While he slipped out of them and tossed them aside, she had done the same with her bra. He took his place back over her body, her hands coming to rest on either side of his neck. They got lost in the moment just looking at each other until she pulled him down for a kiss. While their lips moved in perfect sync, his hand ran down the side of her body until his finger hooked around the waistband of her panties. A small moan escaped her lips into the kiss, encouraging Asahi to venture to her clothed core. His fingers slid along her slit, taking in how the damp fabric felt.

"Sweetie… please…" Her words came out in a soft moan, hips moving to connect with his touch more than they already were. Now, he never hesitated to do what she asked of him and this was no different. He knew what she wanted, removing her panties and moving his hand to gently caress her inner thigh. The whine that came out of her lips led to him moving his fingers to her core. A groan left his lips, feeling just how wet she was and knowing it was all for him. Tentatively, he ran his fingers up and down her slit, testing the waters and seeing just how she would react. The feeling of his calloused fingers against her wet folds caused her to close her eyes as soft moans escaped her lips. "Asahi…"

"God… you're perfect…" The way she was so responsive to his touch was doing wonders for his confidence. Carefully, he dipped one finger past her entrance, gently thrusting the thick digit in and out. He was so transfixed on her, he didn't even realize he had freed his hard cock from his boxer briefs and had begun to stroke himself. His soft groans led to her opening her eyes, dark orbs falling on his thick length. Her hand slowly came down to replace his hand, taking over his motions. The way her much smaller and softer hand felt against him made his breath hitch and he found himself adding a second finger. His thumb reached up and gave firm pressure to her clit, small circles accompanying it. Eyes shutting again, back arching off the bed, her hand began to pick up it's pace.

"Baby please, I need you inside me already." Her whine caused him to smirk softly to himself, knowing he too needed to be inside her. Gently removing his fingers from her core, he watched her flutter around nothing before removing her hand from his cock so he could line himself up with her dripping entrance.

"Tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable." This was a shared experience, one of many to come, and he wasn't going to make her regret picking him. Dragging his tip along her slit, he did his best to collect her slick before beginning to slowly press into her. Neither seemed to think twice that he still had a piece of clothing on, both far too focused on what they really wanted. Both too focused on how he was nestled between her legs, how her thighs rested on top of his own as he sat back with his legs tucked under him. He wanted to be able to watch all of her while he made love to her. That was exactly what he did, watched as he slowly and carefully pushed inch by inch of his length into her core until he was fully bottomed out in her. His hands rested on her hips, waiting for her to adjust to his size as well as adjusting to her tight warmth engulfing him. She felt completely full with him buried in her, loving the feeling of finally being like this with him. She gave a little wiggle with her hips, wanting to let him know he could continue and instead caused herself to moan for him. Slowly, he pulled out until just the tip was in before he would dive back in. Easily, he had found a pace that they both seemed to enjoy. His hips pulling back only to dive back in, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts in perfect harmony. The way he kissed her cervix was heaven, her moans and whimpers nothing but praise for the man on top of her. The way she called out to him began to take its toll, his fingers on her hips digging in just a bit more than they were and his pace growing a little faster.

"O-oh! Like that!" Her hands reached out for him desperately, taking hold of his forearms and gripping onto them. She could feel herself starting to reach her limit and she was sure he could tell. With ease, he lifted her up, left arm wrapping around her waist and gripping her left hip as his right arm wrapped around her mid back and her right shoulder. He held her close, their chests pressed together as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Hands scratching as his back as she cried out in pleasure over and over again. His thrusts were full of power, that strength he always tried to restrain when it came to her was now on full display. Asahi buried his face in the crook of her neck, chasing his own high as well as hers. If anyone had walked in, they would have thought she was bouncing on his cock but that was the mere force of his thrusts. Head tossed back, eyes shut tight, she screamed out his name as he successfully pushed her over the edge to her orgasm. He followed soon after, calling out her name as he spilled all his seed inside of her. The way her walls clenched made him swear she was personally trying to milk him for all he's worth and he didn't mind one bit. With him still buried deep inside of her, they attempted to catch their breaths before daring to move. Cautiously, she pulled away from him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him lovingly. He quickly returned the kiss, pulling away only to smile at her. "I love you."

"I love you too. I wasn't too rough, was I?" This caused her to giggle and shake her head, slowly moving from his lap so she could lay back on the bed.

"Not at all, I loved it. You should take your underwear off, I'm pretty sure we won't need them in the morning." Her boldness caused his face to flush though he grinned eagerly and did as told. Once he was beside her, she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a baby wipe. Cleaning herself off followed by him, she tossed it in the garbage before snuggling into his chest where he naturally wrapped his arms around her after pulling the blanket over them. "Best birthday ever. I can't wait for us to do that more often."

"I'm always willing when you are. Now let's get some rest, yeah?" He kissed the top of her head, smiling as she snuggled closer to him.

"Okay okay. I love you Asahi, good night."

"I love you too Jasmine."

#jasahi self ship post #jasahi 🥺 #self indulgent #self ship #smut #Spotify

[39hystericalqueens]

It’s A Hard Life (Brian May x Reader) Chapter 1

This series was written alongside a companion playlist. Each song on the playlist is related to a certain scene or moment within the story and while this fic can 100% be read without the playlist, it adds so much to the story to listen along as you read. Throughout this series, you will see numbers in parentheses within the text. Each number corresponds to a track on the playlist. For example, if you saw: (1), this would mean play the first track on the playlist before continuing on reading. Some of the songs serve to set the mood, some correspond with a song that is actually playing in the story, and some tell part of the story better than I can and so they help to drive the plot. I will say again that you don’t need the playlist to understand and enjoy this fic but I strongly recommend at least checking it out. 

MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: It’s finally here! The first chapter of my Brian May x Reader fic, It’s A Hard Life. I worked really hard on this so I hope you all enjoy! Additionally, I don’t have a taglist yet so if you like what you read please message me and I’ll be sure to tag you in all future installments. 

Word Count: 4.8k (she’s a long first chapter)

October 1969

*beep beep beep*

*beep beep beep*

It never ceased to amaze you how jarring the sound of your alarm clock could be. Loud and unrelenting, it was especially obnoxious this morning because it signaled one thing: the beginning of the week. Grudgingly, you rolled over to check the time. 

6:45 AM

Ugh. In an hour you’d have to be in class, and not just any class. Professor Wesham’s Intermediate Music Theory course was taught at 8am sharp every morning five days a week. Professor Wesham was a rather vile man with a love for discipline, trick questions, and embarrassing his students in front of the rest of the class. He had no interest in being a professor and mentioned that at any moment he saw fit. Rather, he believed that music theory was a subject that very few could teach correctly, and so it was his duty as a musician to impart those teachings upon young students, no matter how much he hated it. If you could have you would have dropped his class after the first week, but for a degree in music performance, all levels of theory were required.

You looked over at the clock again. 

7:02 AM

C’mon Y/N, gonna have to get up sooner or later. 

With quite a bit of effort, you finally pulled yourself up and out of bed and into the first pair of jeans you saw lying on the floor. 

(1)

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“...so when we’re looking to find a mode of a scale we can look to the intervals for the answers. Each mode has its own unique combination of whole tones and semitones, so if you know the patterns you can accurately alter the scale…”

As expected, class that morning was hellish. A thirty-minute lecture on the basics of modes followed by another twenty minutes of history and you found yourself slowly drifting back to sleep. Your thoughts were soon taken over by memories of being curled up in bed this morning and fantasies of what you would be eating for lunch in a few hours. 

Maybe spaghetti? Or soup? I could really go for soup today. With luck they’ll have that creamy tomato one that I love down at the cafe...

“Miss Y/L/N?!” Professor Wesham’s voice rang out through the lecture hall  

Shit.

“Miss Y/L/N I asked you a question, but it appears as though you can’t be bothered to pay attention to what I’m saying this morning. Have you heard a word of what I’ve said?” 

You opened your mouth to protest, but nothing came out. 

“That’s what I thought. Can anyone else answer my question? Anyone at all? Or are you all just going to sit there and stare at me like a bunch of deadbeats?!” 

Silence filled the hall and for a moment it seemed as though he was about to give up and move on when suddenly he yelled,

“Susie! What is the C Mixolydian scale?”

From the back of the hall, a faint voice answered, 

“It’s the 5th mode of the F major scale, it follows the Mixolydian interval pattern of whole whole semi whole whole semi whole, and the notes are C D E F G A and B flat.” 

“Correct.”

And with that, he moved on forward with the lesson. 

I could have answered that, you thought to yourself, all the bastard needed to do was repeat himself.

You sighed and silently took notes for the rest of the period. 

When class let out you made a beeline for the door, hurrying out of the building and down towards the green commons in front. You didn’t stop walking until you saw the sign for The Cafe. Located right in the center of the music department, The Cafe was your go-to spot. Coffee and pastries in the mornings, sandwiches and soup for lunch, and full-on dinner seven nights a week. Although technically open to the general public, the music students at Ealing had claimed the place for themselves long ago, and you had never seen it empty in your entire time at the college. Today was no exception. You pushed your way in and headed straight for the counter to order. 

“One creamy tomato soup please,” you said to the woman at the counter, and with your table number in hand, you found a small booth in the corner and collapsed into it. 

It had been a particularly difficult week for you. The new term just started a few weeks ago and already your professors were piling on work. Theory worksheets, composition assignments, and three new solos had all been handed to you in the past few weeks, and it wouldn’t have been so bad if you didn’t also have a job that demanded long shifts late at night. You worked at Selmer’s, the music store in town and, due to your schedule, almost exclusively worked the night shifts from  6 until closing at midnight. It wasn’t a bad gig by any means, in fact you really liked working there. You never knew who would walk through the door. One moment it would be a broke uni student popping in to buy new guitar strings and the next it could be a famous musician like Pete Townshend. Okay so maybe not Pete Townshend, but you had once sold Jim McCarty a set of drumsticks. It was your one claim to fame. 

As you ate your soup you enjoyably became lost in your own thoughts, so much so that you didn’t notice when someone sat down across from you. 

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” 

The voice of your best friend Freddie interrupted your quiet contemplation. You loved him to death but sometimes he really had the worst timing. 

The story of how you two met was actually quite funny. It was back in September of last year, the beginning of your first year of uni. The night before classes were set to start you had gone to a party and somehow ended up right in the middle of a game of truth or dare, only the rules had been altered slightly so that anyone who chose truth also had to take a shot. Being the relatively shy person that you were, you hadn’t taken many dares and as a result found yourself to be rather drunk. 

“Alright c’mon Y/N,” said a guy named Greg (he was in your year and studying music as well) “you can’t pick truth forever.”

“Ok fine, dare”

“I dare you,” Greg continued, “to make out with Freddie.” He gestured to a man who appeared to be just as drunk as you were sitting across the circle. He laughed and said, 

“Whenever you’re ready darling, I’ll just be over here waiting.” With a roll of your eyes toward Greg, you had crawled your way across the circle, straddled Freddie’s lap, and started to viciously make out with him to the best of your abilities in your drunken state. 

The next morning you had woken up wickedly hungover and as you walked down the street to find something for breakfast you had bumped into none other than Freddie from the night before. He had laughed at the state of both of you (“we need to make sure that neither one of us ever drinks that much again!”) and offered to take you out to breakfast and the rest was history. It was definitely an odd way to start a friendship, but you two found that you just clicked together. His outspoken nature balanced out your tendencies to sink back into the shadows, and your level-headedness counteracted his love of making decisions on a whim. It really was, at least you two thought so, the perfect friendship. 

“Hello? Y/N? Is anyone home in there?” Freddie continued as you looked up from your food. 

“Hey Fred,” you said, coming to terms with the fact that your time for quiet contemplation was over. “What brings you down here? I thought you had a class way at the other end of campus this morning.” 

“I did. And then I decided that I was feeling a bit peckish and could go for a bowl of The Cafe’s famous tomato soup, even if it is all the way on the other side of school. But this worked out perfectly, me running into you here, because I have something important to tell you!” 

He dramatically reached his hands out and motioned for you to take them in yours. 

“You know I have been following this band called Smile around for ages.” 

You nodded.

“And you know I’ve been begging you to come out and see one of their shows with me” 

Once again you nodded. At least once a month (if not more) Freddie would try and drag you along to one of their shows despite your efforts to tell him that rock concerts really weren’t your thing. 

“Well recently I’ve started to hang around with them properly, them being the band, and we’ve become rather close. You and I both know Tim of course but it’s the other band members that I’ve really started to click with. We’re even talking about getting a flat together. They still won’t let me sing in the band, but that’s an issue for another day. What I need to tell you is that they’re playing a free gig tomorrow night right here at Ealing and you and I are both going!”

You opened your mouth to protest but Freddie kept talking. 

“And don’t even try to get out of this one. I know for a fact that on Tuesdays you only work until 7, and I also know that you don’t have plans afterward because yesterday on the phone you expressed to me just how boring your week was going to be. So unless within the last 24 hours you have made plans to go out late on a Tuesday night after work, you have no excuse not to go with me to this.” 

You stared back at him in disbelief. 

“Alright Fred, you got me fair and square. I will go with you tomorrow,”

“Excellent!” he exclaimed, “I’ll be at Selmer’s to pick you up from work at 7 PM sharp tomorrow. Oh, this is going to be so fun!” 

“Sounds like a plan,” and then you added, “And just because I’m going this time it doesn’t mean you’ll get me to go next time.” 

“Fair enough,” Freddie said, “but you’re going to have so much fun tomorrow night that I won’t even have to ask you to go with me again.” 

And with that he sprung up and made his way over to the counter to order some food, leaving you alone to wonder what on earth you had gotten yourself into. 

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The store was surprisingly slow for a Tuesday evening. Two hours into your shift and only three people had come in, and all within ten minutes of each other. To kill time you had started reorganizing the reed display, but quickly lost interest and for the past hour and a half you had simply been sitting behind the counter, listening to the old rock n roll music that played in the background, and thinking about nothing in particular. 

(2) 

🎵Without her I will be in misery (oh oh oh)

In misery (ooh ooh ooh)

My misery (la la la la la la) 🎵 

As the song came to a close you heard the bell over the door jingle, alerting you that someone had just walked through the door. You craned your neck around the counter to see a guy with long dirty blond hair looking around frantically as though he had lost something. 

“Hi,” you said, “Welcome to Selmer’s, can I help you find anyth-“

“Guitar strings!” he nearly shouted, “I need guitar strings!” 

“Okay,” you said slowly, “do you have any idea as to which type of strings?” 

“Oh shit...uh, I don’t know. The normal kind I guess? I just need strings!” he once again looked around frantically, eyes finally settling on the clock on the wall behind you. “Shit! I’m so going to be late!” 

“Ok slow down a second,” you said calmly, “what’s all the hurry about? What, are you about to go onstage any second now?” You had meant it as a joke but to your surprise, he screamed, 

“Yes!” 

“Oh shit sorry I didn’t actually think you were- ok, um, so you don’t know the type of string but do you know what model the guitar is?”

“It’s uh...oh dammit I don’t know.”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but what kind of guitarist doesn’t know the kind of guitar they play?” 

“I’m not the guitarist,” he said, “I’m the drummer. Our guitarist broke a string like ten minutes ago so I ran out to grab him more while he helped the rest of our band keep setting up.”

“Ah, I see,” you said. “Well since you don’t know which kinds of strings he uses I’ll just give you some Fender 12 gauges. They’re pretty standard, I’ve got a lot of people who use them so hopefully that should be ok.” 

“Yeah, those should be alright.”

You rang up the package and handed it to him. 

“Thank you so much, you just saved our show.”

“My pleasure,” you said as you handed him the strings, “I hope these will work out for you guys tonight, and if not, well then you didn’t buy them here.” 

He laughed at your comment. 

“You’re funny,” he said. “Normally I would stay around and chat, maybe ask for your number, but I do kind of have to be going or else my bandmates will have my head on a spike. But it was great to meet you…uh….”

“Y/N,” you answered his unspoken question. 

“Great to meet you Y/N, I’m Roger.” Is all he said before turning on his heel and sauntering out through the doorway. You could tell he was trying to maintain a cool, laid back composure despite having burst through your door in a panic not ten minutes prior. You laughed to yourself, wondering if you would ever see him again. 

Looking at the clock you saw that it was eight till 7. Freddie would be here any minute. You got right to work closing up the store for the night. You were right in the middle of locking the window display cases when once again you heard the bell over the door ring. 

“Hello darling I hope you’re ready for a concert!” Freddie’s melodious voice sang out. 

“Hey Fred, just give me two more minutes and I’ll be ready to go,” you replied. 

“I have been absolutely restless all day today thinking about tonight,” Freddie continued, “We are going to have so much fun!” 

He made his way over to the counter and leaned against it, facing your back. “I really think you’re going to like their music,” he continued, “they’ve got a very real sound, none of that formulaic clean-cut bullshit.”

“I told you, Freddie,” you said, turning around to face him, “I make no promises as to whether or not I’ll like them. But they do sound quite lovely from the way you describe them.” 

With that, you shut off all the lights, lock up the doors, and the two of you were on your way. 

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The concert was being held in the student center at Ealing, right in the middle of the campus. On a normal day the large open room was typically used for fundraisers, game nights, and a variety of other student-run activities, but every now and then the school would allow bands to put on shows. As you walked through the door you were immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people packed into the room. All the tables and chairs had been pushed to the sides making it so it was barely possible to sit down, though there were a few people who had managed to squeeze themselves into a seat. You were about to follow their lead, your eyes fixed on an empty table close to the back, but Freddie grabbed you by the arm and pulled you both up to the very front. 

“Do we really have to be this close, Fred? I can hear just as well from back there,” you said, gesturing towards the table you had so lovingly had your eye on. 

“Darling we’re seeing a rock concert, not the symphony, it’s not just about being able to hear them. Watching them play and being right up in the middle of things is all part of the experience.” 

You looked at him rather quizzically. 

“Alright, but if I get my ears blown out tonight it’s your fault.”

“That’s the spirit! Now I’m going to go and get us both something to drink. I’ll be right back.” 

As you watched your friend disappear into the crowd of students you turned to focus your attention on the stage in front of you.  They had taken the small stage that permanently stayed in the back of the student center and never usually saw anything more exciting than experimental theater pieces put on by the drama students, and had completely transformed it into something out of a whimsical fever dream. Brightly colored metallic fabrics had been draped over the dingy, dust-filled curtain that hung behind the stage. In the center of the stage sat a drum kit with a giant red-lipped smile on the bass drum. To the side, there were two guitars on stands, a pretty standard bass guitar, which you recognized as Tim’s, and a guitar which you had never seen the likes of before. It was a bright cherry red color with a black pickguard and it was oddly round in shape. You had been working at a well-stocked music store for nearly two years now and had never seen any guitar that remotely resembled it before. To top it all off you saw that they had covered the lights facing the stage with different colored translucent films, further adding to the whimsical ambiance. 

You know, this actually seems like it’s going to be a lot of fun. Dammit, Fred, why’d you have to be right. 

You shook your head to yourself and began to look around to see if you could see Freddie anywhere when suddenly everyone started clapping. 

The band was making its way onstage. On bass, there was Tim Staffell. He went to Ealing, studying graphic design, and was a good friend of Freddie’s. The three of you often went out together for drinks. You then looked over to see the man behind the drum kit and couldn’t believe what you saw. Sitting there was Roger, the guy you had sold guitar strings to mere hours ago. 

“Ha!” You said aloud.

“What’s so funny?” Interjected Freddie, who had just appeared next to you holding two beers. 

“I know the drummer,” you said. 

“You know Roger?”

“Yeah,” you continue, chuckling, “I sold him guitar strings a few hours ago. He was in a right panic about it. Apparently, their guitarist broke one earlier and didn’t have any extras on hand.”

“Brian didn’t have any extra strings on him? That must have really caused a panic, I don’t think Brian has ever forgotten anything in his entire life.” 

“I’m assuming Brian is the guitarist?”

“Yeah, and he’s bloody brilliant at it. There he is right there.” Freddie pointed to the man standing on the right of the stage. He was incredibly tall and lanky, with a head full of unruly curly brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was wearing black pinstriped trousers and a white top which he had accessorized with the most interesting looking fuzzy vest. He exuded the most peculiar combination of confidence and recluse, and as he stood there fiddling with his guitar you couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. 

You turned to say something to Freddie, but before you could get any words out Tim had started talking into the microphone. 

“Hello Ealing!” He shouted. He was met with a resounding chorus of cheers and whoops from the crowd. “We are Smile!” More cheers. “You all know me, I’m Tim Staffell, over there on guitar we have Brian May, and back there on the drums is Roger Taylor. We’ve got a good set for you tonight, all originals except for a few, and we’re going to start with a song called Step On Me.” 

At once they struck up an upbeat tune and it didn’t take long for the audience to start dancing and singing along with them. 

(3)

🎵Know what I said when I saw you crying

Hang on that’s folly

I was weak in the head out to meet your lying

You’re just a bad memory 

My life was going to be better

My why did I never ever see she’d step on me🎵

As you listened to them sing you couldn’t help but nod and dance along with the rest of the audience. Fred was right again, they really did have a sound the likes of which you had never heard before. Not only were their harmonies perfectly in tune, but they had an almost angelic quality to them that pulled you in, wanting to hear more. 

“Well now look who’s actually having a good time,” Freddie said to you as they finished their first song. I knew you would like them. 

“They really are something else,” you said, “although I would probably like them even more if I weren’t surrounded by so many people right now.” 

Freddie laughed. 

“I guess I’ll have to talk to Tim about getting you a private show then.”  

They went from song to song, each one more enjoyable than the last, and while you tried to keep your attention from wavering, you kept finding yourself drawn to Brian the guitarist. Freddie hadn’t been lying when he said that Brian was bloody brilliant at what he did. You watched him easily play his way through several guitar solos, making them sound effortless, though with your musical knowledge (and by the look on his face) you could tell that they were anything but that. He played with a look of concentration on his face, never wavering except for the few times he looked up and out into the crowd. It was then, you noticed, that a small smile would cross his face. 

All too soon Tim was at the microphone again, announcing that this would be their last song. You felt as if you could continue to listen to their music for hours and wished to yourself that the show wasn’t over yet. 

“You all have been such a great crowd tonight,” Tim went on, “and so to finish we’re going to be bringing you everyone’s favorite: Doing Alright!” 

If you thought you had liked the songs they had played the rest of the night, then you loved this one. It started out with a slow ballad, complete with more complex guitar work, but as it went on it morphed into hard rock with grit and feeling. You thought the juxtaposition of the two styles was a daring choice seeing as it would be easy to mess up, but they did it with such grace and style so that it completely worked. When the song finally came to a close and the band took their bows you joined in with the thunderous applause and cheering. 

“Fred, I’ve got to say it: I really did enjoy myself tonight. It was a little loud and crowded for my liking but I think the music and the show were able to make up for it, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll come with you again.”

“Oh that’s wonderful darling! I knew tonight was going to be a success. But it’s not quite over yet.”

“No?”

“Of course not! You didn’t think you were going to get away without meeting the band, also known as my new friends. C’mon, they’re probably around somewhere outside packing up.”

You and Freddie fought your way through the crowds of students to get to the door and out into the night air. As Freddie had said, you found Tim and Roger sitting on the back of a van which you could see was full up of their equipment. Brian was nowhere in sight. 

“Freddie! So glad you could make it!” Exclaimed Roger, standing up. “And,” he turned to you, “I don’t believe it. Y/N from the music store, why on earth didn’t you tell me you were coming to the show tonight?” 

“Mostly because I had no idea this was your band,” you replied, laughing. “Freddie here has been after me to see and meet you guys for ages.” 

“And,” said Roger, “what do you think?”

“Coming from someone who doesn’t tend to enjoy rock concerts, I thought you guys were wonderful. I did not expect to enjoy myself tonight as much as I did. I think you’ve really got something special here.”

“You flatter us too much,” said Tim, “if you keep talking like that we’re all gonna get big heads. And Roger’s is big enough as is.”

“Hey!” said Roger, but he smiled. 

“So,” you continue, “Freddie said you guys are thinking about getting a flat together?”

“Yeah, Brian and I found this place up the road a little, Brian’s our guitarist by the way,” said Roger. 

At the mention of his name, you could feel your heart flutter slightly in your chest.

“Freddie mentioned him,” you said, “Did the strings end up working out for him?”

“I thought they were fine, but Bri gets particular about these things. I guess they were the wrong brand or gauge or something like that. He kept going on about how he was going to sound awful tonight and his sound was going to be too abrasive.”

“Well yes, different strings are going to give you different sounds and I don’t know what he usually uses, but you guys sounded just great to me.”

Part of you desperately wanted to ask where he was right now, but you decided against it. 

Against your better judgment, you had let Freddie convince you to stay around and talk with him, Tim, and Roger for a while longer. In that time you learned that Roger was studying to be a dentist at London Hospital Medical School, and Brian was over at the Imperial College studying, as Roger put it, “some sort of space physics.” 

“He’s real into all that,” Roger continued, “but I can’t say the same for myself. I get good marks and all that, professors think I have a lot of ‘promise’, whatever that means, but a dentist for the rest of my life? I’m not sure I could handle that. Nah, I’m hoping to stay in rock n roll for as long as I can. What about you? You’re over at Ealing with Fred and Tim, right? Are you another graphic design nerd like these guys?”

“No, music actually. Nothing like what you guys do,” you added, seeing Roger’s face light up, “classical repertoire mostly. I play the flute.”

“You any good?”

“I suppose that’s a matter of opinion. Personally, I tend to think I’m shit, but you ask any music student and they’ll tell you the same thing.”

“Oh don’t be like that, Y/N,” interjected Freddie, “she’s bloody marvelous. She can play you Bach like you’ve never heard before, although Roger I don’t think you have ever heard it before.”

“Oh come off it, I’ve heard my fair share of the classical stuff.”

“Yes, next time you go to the symphony be sure to refer to it as ‘the classical stuff’ I’m sure you won’t get any funny looks at all.”

You and Tim howled with laughter at Freddie’s comment while Roger gave him a good punch in the shoulder. 

“Dear god, look at the time,” you said a moment later after having glanced at your watch. “Is it really two thirty in the morning?!”

“I suppose it is,” said Tim, “sure hasn’t felt that long.”

“I’ve really got to be going then,” you said.

“Aw c’mon stay out for a little longer with us,” said Tim, “Fred and I hardly get to see you anymore.”

“I know, and I wish that I could, but I’ve got class at 8 tomorrow morning and I should at least try to get some sleep.”

“Oh alright go on, we know you’re right,” said Freddie, “I should probably be going myself, I am quite exhausted.”

“See ya later Fred,” said Roger, “great to see you again, Y/N. You should come round to the flat once we get it, we’d all love to see you again and you can meet Brian as well.”

The flutter was back. 

“I definitely will,” you replied before giving them all a wave and starting back to your own flat. 

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Dumb Luck  Billy Hargrove x Reader

Hey everyone! This request i for the lovely @hanane-billy12! I hope i did their request justice. I may have tweaked it a little bit to make sense.

request: Reader is Elevens older sister and falls for Billy and saves him in the process

word count: 2136

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You were a couple years older than el. You honestly weren't sure if you were blood related. But after the events of halloween, Hopper had adopted the both of you.

You had adjusted a little faster than she had, part of you thinks it's because your powers had developed so quickly you had been left alone for a good chunk of your time in the lab. Now when you started high school, you started pretty late. Joining in the last year before going off to college, You had been talking to hopper about going to school, you were always reading and studying until you had been released, so it wasn't like you were completely unaware. However you were awful at math. So you had been assigned a tutor.

Much to his demise, Billy was in fact a math wiz, and when he found out that he had to tutor you every friday night was a disaster, Of course it was on friday nights. The only time when everyone ever wants to go do something. However, what Billy didn't know? If he hadn't started tutoring you then he might have gotten himself involved into something bad. Even worse than what you dragged him into. 

It all started when you were with El at the mall trying to get her mind off of Mike, You had been starting to feel like something weird was going on for a while. But you figured it was just nerves over trying to start you own life.

You all decided to go to scoops ahoy and get some ice cream for all three of you, Your suspicions only grew when you noticed steve acting kind of weird when he gave you ice cream.

Max asked if El could stay the night that night, you didn't have any issues with it so you dropped the two of them off and decided to go to the pool and see Billy. You pulled up to see him sitting in his lifeguard tower like usual, the typical brigade of married women were drooling over him. You grabbed your swim bag that you typically left in the car and walked up to the counter

“Hi. Admission for one please.” You say softly, Billy had always told you that you were so soft spoken, part of it might have been from the lack of talking that you and El did growing up, She had gotten the more hyper and outspoken gene though. He always said it was cute though.

“Here to see your boyfriend?” The girl asked, You couldn't remember her name, You knew she had her shifts end before Billy’s though

“What? Uh.. N-no. Just my friend. Thank you” You say softly before walking away.

You changed in the locker rooms before walking out, You pushed your h/c hair out of your face and made your way directly to the lifeguard tower 

“Hi Billy!” You cry as you wander over to his seat

Billy looked down to where he had heard his name being called and grinned 

“Hey! It’s my favorite little mouse.. What are you doing here?” He grins

‘Mouse’ Had been the nickname he gave you after a few weeks of tutoring due to your quiet nature, You think that's where you two had really started to become friends. One day when he never showed up for tutoring you decided to stop by his house and see if he was okay. 

That's when you found out what his dad had been doing to him. You had promised him to not tell Hopper only if he promised to talk to you when he needed it. After then. That's when everyone started to think you guys were dating. You had gone through the thought process a couple of times in you're head. But you knew he was saving up to move back home to california so you pushed the thoughts aside, ‘keep things casual’ you told yourself.

“I thought I come by and say hi! Go for a swim. El and Max went home for a sleepover and I had nothing better to do” You smile

Billy chuckled “I see. I'm just your boredom last resort” He teases

You frown “Oh shut up.. I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out too. We could go to that diner we always go to!”

Billy pushed his sunglasses down and stared into your  e/c eyes with his piercing blue ones 

“Y/n Hopper… Are you asking me out on a date?” He grins

You could feel your cheeks heat up. You couldn't tell if it was because of his comment. Or him using your full name. Being addressed as nineteen for so many years of your life kind of stuck.. El still went by her nickname rather than jane. But Nineteen can't really be shortened into anything..

“What? Nu uh! I just.. They have really good french fries..” You mutter, this earned one of his laughs. His real laughs, only you could draw them from his lips

“I'm just teasin’ ya Y/n/n. I get off in 2 hours.. You could stay here and keep me company. Or I could pick you up?”

You gave it some thought. You liked him.. You really did.. But you had work at home that needed to be done..

“Uh.. Can you pick me up? Hopper asked me to clean up so.. I need to finish that”

Billy smiled and nodded “Sure thing, Doll..”

‘Doll’.. He started calling you that more and more.. You noticed him using the term to the various girls he kept on his arm throughout your senior year. But this time it felt.. Different..

Things at dinner went great.. Really great.. He had kissed your cheek when he dropped you off.. But now? It was the fourth of July. You had honestly expected him to be off at some party. But when he asked if he could spend it with you? All you could do was grin and nod, You considered going to the festival in town but decided that it would be too crowded, You still weren't a big fan of large groups of people. So you two opted for seeing back to the future and then getting some ice cream afterwards. 

During the movie you could swear that you had heard steve’s voice talking to dustin. But you brushed it off. You were friends with steve, but mostly because El would drag you over to her boyfriend's house and steve would typically be there “Babysitting” but you knew he just liked the kids.

Your first run in with him hadn't been the best. Billy was pissed that max wasn't where she was supposed to be after you guys hung out one night. He drove to where Jonathan and his little brother lived and steve came out. He insisted that Max wasn't there, but when Billy saw her in the window? If you hadn't been with him to calm him down? You don't know what might have happened. Billy's temper seems to have subdued his anger.

After the movie, you walked out of the theatre you knew you saw steve. His big head of hair is recognizable anywhere

“Hey! Steve!” You call before jogging up to him only to be met with Dustin, Steve, A little girl and someone who you think is named Robin? She was also wearing the same uniform as steve 

“Shut up! We are in huge trouble.. And now you are, Just follow us and… Billy?” Steve stopped when he saw billy behind you 

“What's going on?” He asks confused, he had moved closer to you and wrapped his arm around around your waist

“Uh.. We may or may not have broken into a secret russian lab and now we have evil Russians trying to kill us. That's why steve’s face is fucked up” Dustin says quickly “Now we need to hurry!”

You looked at billy and raised an eyebrow “Okay.. Now what's really happening?”

After nearly getting shot at 3 times. You finally realized what was happening. But when your little sister arrived with everyone else, that's when you realized that something really was happening and you were scared.

Lucas had stolen a bunch of fireworks in case of emergency. And El had a giant bandage around her leg. After interrogating everyone into telling you what the fuck was going on? That's when all hell broke loose.

The ceiling of the mall shattered. And you were suddenly face to face with the mind flayer. This thing had been haunting you and your sisters dreams for months. While El closed the gate. You were on the surface trying to fight off it's mutant dog henchmen. But this time? El had used her powers too much and she couldn't muster the energy to even get up. She did her coke can test earlier and could barely even crush it.. You however had been saving your power in case of emergency. And now? Your sister was laying on the ground. Lucas had just thrown the last firework and the mind flayer was closing in.

El had been trying to get away and suddenly one of it's tentacles had lunged towards billy

“NO!!” You scream before you ran towards him, It had drove one of its tentacles into billy's shoulder, everything around you had just turned to static. You raised your arms in front of you and forced every last bit of energy you possibly could out of you. You yanked the tentacle from his shoulder and watched as Billy fell limply into the ground. This only made you scream louder as you began to rip the entire being to shreds from the inside out. Manipulating it's matter into dust, You remember hearing someone screaming into the walkie talkie to close the gate, Your body felt so tired. A mixture of never using your powers and exerting so much energy. As soon as you saw the being collapse, you did the same. your nose was pouring blood, you would be surprised if you just suffered a small stroke in the process, you felt like you couldn't breathe, You heard screams of both horror and cheers of victory. You felt so tired. You could feel something pulling you closer, words were being spoken but they sounded so muffled. Slowly i tuned back into the world around you. In and out of consciousness 

“Please don't leave me.. Y/n I can't lose you..”

Billy?

“Please I can't lose you.. You’re the only thing keeping me here.. Y/n/n please!”

Billy? Billy i'm right here!

You felt the voice breaking and water dripping on you, Tears?

“B-Billy” You manager to muster out weakly. God you were so tired..

“Y/n? Baby please stay with me.. I swear to god if you die I'm going to kill you” He says with a relieved tone

You couldn't help but laugh “I'm not gonna die.. Not yet. I'm.. So tired..” You sigh before everything else came into focus. The entire party was surrounding you. El was standing. You let out a sigh of relief. She was okay.. But Billy. His right shoulder was covered in blood 

“Billy! Y-you need a doctor.. your arm..” You say worried

Billy shook his head “I’ll be fine..” He assures “I'm just glad you're still with me..”

After hearing what happened to Hopper.. You're dad.. Joyce had offered to take you and El into her own care. El unfortunately didn't have a choice.. But you did.. And as much as it hurt you. You chose to stay.. After everything that happened. Billy and his somewhat accidental confession to you? He admitted that the real reason he was saving so much was so the two of you could get away together.. But you felt like you needed to stay in town. Keep everyone safe. Joyce had even agreed to sell you the house. Hopper had left everything to you and El, so you decided to stay at the cabin. Your savings were going to go into fixing it up. Billy had moved out of his dad's place so quickly. He wanted to take max but he wasn't allowed. So instead Max simply snuck out almost every night to go to your home.

Things had slowly gotten better. El was slowly getting her powers back but, yours never seemed to return. You were afraid that even though the hospital confirmed no brain damage. Whatever was done to you. You exert so much so fast you just.. Broke it.. But it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. And things with Billy had gotten so much better. One might even think he was an entirely different person.

But one thing you knew for sure? You were okay.. You could breathe again, and you couldn't be happier..

#Stranger Things #Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove x Reader #Stranger things 3

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LFRP – Nyr Raiah

Age: 29

Birthday: 4th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon (March 4th)

Race: Mixed Miqo'te

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Marital Status: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Raven Black

Eyes: Teal

Height: 5'7”

Build: Lean and fit

Distinguishing Marks: Red cheek marks, dark eye marks, small scar on chin

Common Accessories: Tooth necklace, white or red half-mask

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Wandering apothecary, Hunter

Hobbies: Whittling, reading, skywatching, hunting, sleeping.

Languages: Eorzean, Xaelic

Birthplace: The Twelveswood

Residence: Changes daily

Patron Deity: Rhalgr, The Destroyer

Fears: Deep water, dark nights, and centipedes

Relationships ---

Spouse: Enkhja Kha (Deceased)

Children: N/A

Parents: T'Ara Nunh and Una Bajhiri Siblings: Una'to, Kana, and Kiri Bajhiri. Various other Miqo'te sired by their father

Other Relatives: T’Raleigh Rokha, cousin

Pets: A small rabbit that sleeps in the hood of his robe most of the time

TRAITS –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Inpatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––-

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP HOOKS ---

Traveling Apothecary:  Nyr is a conjurer (in name only), who wanders all over the world, providing medicines and other natural means of healing to people in need.

Void Hunter: Nyr is determined to hunt down and kill whichever void being made a deal with his mother and cursed their family before his birth. To this end, he has taken to hunting down void beings and interrogating them for information, should they be capable of speech. 

Corrupted Aether: Nyr's aether is extremely weak, though there is a darker, stronger aether present simultaneously, that seems to be strangling his own.

Clan Exile: Due to an event in his past, Nyr was kicked out of and stripped of his name by his mother, Una. At the age of twelve, he started wandering the world on his own.

Mixed Heritage: Nyr's mother is a Moonkeeper, and his father is a Sunseeker. He spent portions of his life with both, and made a name for himself due to not feeling a strong connection to either heritage.

Welcome Among the Kha: For a portion of his time spent traveling, Nyr stayed with a small group of Xaela belonging to the Kha tribe. He ended up marrying a member of the tribe named Enkhja, and they lived happily up until her sickness took her. 

About the Mun and Contact Information –––

-My main blog is @thefoxiibox, and Nyr's character blog is @Nyrs-nook. I reblog anything about Nyr from the main blog to his, and reblog things from Nyr's to the main, so you should see things regardless no matter which you follow.

-I'm an avid roleplayer. I run three D&D games, while also roleplaying on FFXIV, and taking part in three forum RP's. Before FFXIV, I played tons on Wyrmrest Accord in WoW. I've been roleplaying on forums since I was 12 (Now 26),  and won't be stopping anytime soon.

-I'm currently working a retail job, so my schedule changes weekly. The only day I have off, guaranteed, is Sunday's, and that's because my Saturday D&D game tends to run pretty late.

-I have sleep issues, so I usually am sleeping until noon-3pm, and will be up as late as 6am, so long as I don't work the following day. If you're on around these times (Arizona time), hit me up!

-I have BAD, untreated adhd. I will forget about PM's, get distracted, and overlook messages. In game interactions go better because I have a visual, but even then, I might get distracted by RL things. Please be patient with me. ^ - ^;;

-If you want to RP/talk/etc off of Tumblr/FFXIV, pm me here, and I'll give you my Discord. I just request that we've talked at least once before, so I know who you are.

What I'm Looking For ---

Anybody who might be able to give him a lead on the void being he’s spent his life hunting. Otherwise, members of the Kha might recognize him as the wandering apothecary that showed up and helped with a disease a few years ago. Anyone else who might have heard of “The White Wanderer” who travels around the world offering medical services for food and shelter could ask for his aid, as well. Otherwise... He’s a feral catboy who you might bump into in the wild! 

Feel free to message me if you have any questions about him that I didn't get down here!

#ffxiv rp #Nyr Raiah #LFRP #Profile #balmung #He's just a sweet sick boi #Who wants to not be dying anymore #Hit me up if you wanna rp!