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warriorteam1924 · 6 months

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The little things

featuring John Deacon

Author note : Hello my beauties. I'm back for a tiny piece for halloween ^^ ! I’ve been super busy lately and I’m aware it’s not my best piece, but I hope some of you will enjoy it anyways. Thanks in advance to anyone who will be giving honest feedback, it’s always very appreciated. Also, I remind you English isn’t my mother tongue, apologies in advance for the mistakes.

Warnings : none really, just my awful writing

Summary : a nice moment for halloween for John

Words count : 950 words

Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @orionis8689 (apologies people, i removed you from the list, since you don't interact.... i asked for communication....)

It was the end of October already and autumn had eventually settled down. It was about time, John thought. At the beginning of the month, he recalled being in the garden, wandering around his flowers, feeling the hot sun on his shoulders, feeling way too warm for the old man he was, merely wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

And of course, the end of October also meant Halloween. It was now a very common celebration, even in London now. Kids would dress up as celebrities or scary creatures and would knock on the neighborhood doors to trick or treat. When it came to adults, most of them were just picking up nice costumes, and would spend the evening together, giving them yet another opportunity to escape reality and have a party.

As for what would happen at the Deacon’s, the plan couldn’t be simpler. Husband and wife had agreed. John would be in charge of answering at the door and give kids candies they would be asking for, preventing them from having a severe spell put on them.

As his wife was comfy and sat in the living room, John was making sure all would be ready for the late afternoon and evening. His plan was to have a large bowl and put it next to the front door so that he wouldn’t have to take it with him whenever someone would knock on the door.

He was putting the content of the large bag in the bowl he had prepared when something caught his attention. He spotted a candy he hadn’t eaten for what seemed to be forever. As a kid about to do something stupid, he looked around, making sure his crime would remain unnoticed. He picked the candy, took the wrapping paper off and very delicately put it in his mouth.

It was absolutely delicious. Of course, his adult mind perfectly knew candies weren’t very healthy, but he made the thought go away with an imaginary gesture of the hand.

This candy he had put in his mouth was not the fanciest food he had ever eaten. But John suddenly realized despite how tiny this candy was, it was bringing him happiness at his very moment.

He had closed his eyes as he was letting the flavors of the candy invade his mouth and let his mind wander a bit on its own, a light genuine smile on his lips.

He started to think about all the little things in his life, like this candy, that was bringing him joy. He had been the bass player of Queen for something like two decades. He had traveled the world, seen so many things. He was married and was a proud father of six. One could say he had accomplished many things in his life.

But what about the little things, the things that wouldn’t appear on his Wikipedia page, or that only the persons closest to him would talk about?

John thought about these little things. How he liked to wrap himself in his covers at night to feel comfy and cozy, as he was hearing his wife’s sleepy breathing. How he liked to receive a random picture from his kids or grandkids, letting him know about their lives now they had left the familial nest. How he liked to be in his garden, merely enjoying nature: the trees and their leaves, the psithurism, the flowers and their wonderful smell, the birds and their colorful feathers, singing here and there.

He also thought about a few memories he had with members of his family, his wife and kids of course, but also his mother and his sister. Even his father. Yes, his dad had died when he was still very young, but he was now making sure to recall nice moments, fragments of time before whatever had decided to take him from his family’s loving arms.

He also thought about his dear friends, his former band members, but also the roadies. How they had been laughing together to let the pressure down in between two concerts.

His mind then let him think about his dear dog who had passed away not that long ago. Again, trying to stick to positivity, he recalled the zoomies, her face when she didn’t get the present she had expected for Christmas – probably blaming Santa Claus for that – but eventually liking the toy, the walks in the nearby park, the smiles and the ear scratches….

His train of thoughts was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. John realized he had finished the candy for a long time and had been daydreaming in the kitchen for a good ten minutes.

He took the large bowl of candies with him and went to the front door. He put it on a high table that was in the corridor and opened the door. He let the kids say the now usual “trick or treat” and took time to compliment them about their costume. He noticed one of them was dressed as a zombie from the series and game The Last of Us, making him wonder if any of his grandkids would have picked such a costume….

He gave the kids their candies, all of them politely thanking him and rushing to the next house. John smiled at the sight of them happily running with their bags getting filled with sweets.

He closed the door and thought about suggesting tea to his wife. He started to walk towards the living room but stopped after two steps. He randomly picked another candy from the bowl and smiled like the kids he had seen a few minutes before.

Yes, it was good to enjoy the little things….

#warriorteam1924 writes #the little things #2023 halloween from warriorteam1924 #queen #john deacon #john deacon fanfiction #john deacon fanfic #john deacon imagine #john deacon fiction #john deacon fic #i'm not sure i remember all the tags lol #well enjoy anyways #love you lovely people

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adagioapassionato · 7 months

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concert spotlight...se so neon

Seeing a band called 새소년, which means 'new youth,' right as I enter a new chapter of my youth, felt incredibly fitting and exciting. It was a nearly perfect experience that I’ll never forget. This was the first concert of an actual band that I had been to and not just a singer. Thus, I felt like I could enjoy how the musical arrangements were improvised and tailored to be played live, and not just the vocal performances. There was so much to pay attention to – I found myself glancing back and forth between the members Soyoon who was centre stage singing and playing guitar and Hyunjin playing the bass (sadly I was too far left of the stage to see the drummer!). It was wonderful to get to know them even better by seeing them live – I definitely want to go to more concerts like this one in the future!

I started listening to Se So Neon only recently, and when they announced their tour in Europe, I had heard only a few of their songs. I bought tickets anyway and used the time between the ticket release and the show to listen to all their music and ‘prepare’ myself for the show, as I like to call it! I discovered that their songs are bright with poetic lyrics that are very open to interpretation. I was particularly excited to see them perform ‘The Wave’ live, but before the tour started they released their single ‘Kidd.’ On hearing it, I instantly knew it would be beautiful to hear live. So those ended up being the songs I most looked forward to seeing at the show!

The entire experience of the concert – from standing in line to the entire show – felt like everything I could ever have hoped would happen. I was a bit apprehensive about going to the show alone as I didn’t know anyone else who likes Se So Neon. I arrived at the venue to a small group of about ten people waiting outside – amongst them I met some truly wonderful and interesting people who I so enjoyed talking to. I had to queue about five and a half hours until the doors opened, and with them I was not bored even a minute! I met one girl who was a concert veteran – she showed us so many pictures and videos of the different concerts she had been to and her interactions with the artists. I thought it was so cool that she was able to live such that she could enjoy all her favourite music like this. She seemed to be living my dream life. I also met some other wave to earth fans who have been so hard to find offline – they were so cool and I really enjoyed meeting them. I’ve always wanted to meet cool people in a concert line, and I guess I finally did!

While waiting in line, we ended up seeing Hyunjin twice. The first time, we saw him entering the venue, I didn’t really know what to do and awkwardly waved at him but somehow, he waved back! It was a cute interaction that I still think about. So in some way, I ended up interacting with the band members or at least spotting them before the show!

I have never stood barricade at a concert ever in my life, and was determined to make that happen this time. I was 11th in line, so I entered an almost empty concert hall and basically ran to take my spot right in front of the stage! I was close enough to touch the stage and was standing in between Soyoon (vocalist/guitarist) and Hyunjin – an ideal view and spot! It was absolutely crazy to watch them from so close by. Whenever they stepped forward to play their solos, I absolutely went crazy – they were basically right above my head, it was both scary and really cool! Se So Neon released two versions of their setlist before the shows. While both were amazing, I was really hoping that they would play the first version. Waiting to see which song they’d play first – and thus which setlist they would play – created so much excitement and anticipation for me! Just as I wished, they ended up playing the first version – hearing the opening notes of ‘joke!’ as the first song made me so happy.

As for the performances themselves, they were so amazing to watch. Soyoon is a joy to watch when she performs. She has an amazing stage persona and looks so cool when she is playing. She seems like she genuinely enjoys being on stage and you can see it in every aspect of her expressions, demeanour and body language as she plays. I noticed this in videos of Se So Neon’s live performances – Soyoon always has a wide smile and seems to lose herself in the joy of what she’s playing, but it’s even more pronounced when you see her in person! Her energy is so palpable and contagious, that you cannot help but sing, dance and jump along with her!

Watching the performances from so close to the stage also ensured a closer connection with the band and allowed me to enjoy the live arrangements even better. I’ll talk about my favourite performances from the show now, although it’s very hard to choose as I wanted to capture every moment of every song while I was there!

Summer Plumage 여름깃: This song and the album with the same title are probably my favourite work by Se So Neon. This song is, once again, bright and fun to listen to – the lyrics are a bit hard for me to understand, but seem to be about the fleeting nature of time that still seems to leave its marks on us. I didn’t know how this song sounded when performed live, but it was honestly such a wonderful experience and sounded even better than the studio version! There’s an interlude after the first chorus, with a bass solo that Hyunjin played right above my head! It was so special and such a groovy melody – it added so much to the song and I kind of wished it was in the original too. Soyoon’s improvisation on guitar was also so much fun to listen to. I actually really love when bands improvise guitar solos – they are different each time and add such a fun and exciting element to the performance. I really enjoyed watching one of my favourite tracks from my favourite Se So Neon album come to life like this!

The Wave 파도: I absolutely LOVE The Wave – it’s probably one of my favourite Se So Neon songs ever! It’s a song that sounds adventurous and lively, which is exactly what I love about it. The use of rhythm and the drum sound is very unconventional. I think the best part of the song starts after the second chorus where the drum sound changes before the guitar solo. Watching how Soyoon improvised these parts live was absolutely crazy. She played the part before the ending guitar solo standing right above me, which made it all the more special and cool! She completely loses herself in this song while performing, which makes it just as fun to go crazy to it while watching her shred on the guitar! To me, it’s a song about being wild and carefree, which is definitely what I felt as I watched it performed before me – I mostly remember singing the lyrics at the top of my lungs with excitement and happiness. Watching my favourite song by them played like this was truly an unforgettable memory.

A Long Dream 긴 꿈: I don’t think there was a better song to perform for the encore than this one. This song is just so full of serotonin that it felt like spending golden moments together before a goodbye hug since it was the (second) last song. Its lyrics about exploring feelings of growing attachment and love to someone resonate with me a lot, and I love its bright sounds and joyful rhythms. Hearing it live was truly so beautiful – I couldn’t help but jump and sing along loudly (which fills the videos with my shouting rather than the song…). I love how we were able to interact with the band during this performance, especially when we sang the ending melodies with Soyoon live instead of how it is played on keys in the studio version. There’s something so heartwarming about singing along with so many people – this song really feels like a long dream come to life when you watch it live. I’ll never forget how enjoyable it was and how excited I was to hear it!

Kidd: When I first heard Kidd, the song felt so rousing, as though it was calling comfortingly to the entire world. The post-chorus lyrics with “빼꼼, 빼꼼 Are you waiting for (Peeking out, peeking out, are you waiting for)” sung by a huge chorus made me think that this song was meant to be sung live, with a big audience supporting the artist almost as if we are performing the song together. How fitting for a song about overcoming sadness and hardship hand-in-hand. Even at our small show, being part of Kidd live was the most beautiful experience ever. Shouting the post-chorus from the bottom of my heart with hundreds of others felt like coming to life. Soyoon’s voice is truly stunning at conveying the gentle emotions of this song, and I felt so touched listening to her sing this. This was so memorable because of just how exciting and emotional it was to be part of the crowd and be able to add to the performance – not just to watch the band play it before you on stage. It made us all feel connected and whole in that moment – and that’s why I think it was the most stunning performance at the show!

The show ended with the song Winter 눈, originally not included in the setlist – it was such a wonderful surprise especially since I had not even expected them to perform that. Once the show ended, I felt so exhilarated. I really loved how I could enjoy Se So Neon’s music in such a versatile manner, and so intimately too by seeing them play standing right before me. Originally, when I booked the tickets, I could simply hope that I would actually be able to see them and wouldn’t need to leave the country for good. In a way, I tried to manifest that I could continue my life here by preparing myself to attend this show. And somehow, everything fell perfectly in place and set my life here in the days leading up to this show. So, seeing Se So Neon and spending time with them felt like opening up a new phase of my youth, and celebrating that I could continue living in the best and happiest way possible. I hope I’ll see them again…maybe at an even larger scale next time!

References:

Summer Plumage

The Wave

A Long Dream

Kidd

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 7

Y/n meets her savior and officially joins the investigation.

@deadman-inc-bikeshop @viviace and @dovahdokren here you go. If you want to be on the tag list, send me a DM.

Trigger warnings: dissociation, implied sex abuse/trafficking, discussions of death, drugs

It was only when the man left your line of sight that your senses started to return. And even then, you felt like you were on a separate plane of existence from everything happening around you. You were floating, completely numb to your surroundings, letting the world push you wherever it needed you to be.

You weren't entirely sure how you made it from the dumpsters to the FBI headquarters, but there you were.

You listened in on the conversation happening in the other room. From what you could tell, the man who saved you was arguing with his boss.

"Because if there's so much as a Tylenol in her system, you're going to pass it off to the DEA." The man said, his voice soft but firm. This wasn't the first time they had this argument and it showed.

"Will, it is not my fault that the DEA gets preferential treatment." The boss sounded exhausted. "We have a better chance of catching this man with their resources. And we can't turn a blind eye to how substances affect human behavior. I thought you of all people would accept this."

"What if there's nothing in her system?" The man posited. "Then all we have to work with is our own resources. Would that be so bad?"

"Look," the boss said, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. "We can't determine anything until forensics gets lab results back tomorrow. For now, see what you can find out from the waitress. She was able to keep her talking, maybe we can find out about what."

The man resignedly left the room and made his way to you. You glanced around the hallway, hoping he wouldn't notice that you've been eavesdropping.

He sat on the opposite end of the bench. You pulled the security blanket from the ambulance tighter around your shoulders.

"I know this is such a stupid, insensitive thing to ask," the man broke the silence. "But are you okay?"

"If it makes you feel any better," you sighed and dropped your shoulders. "I wasn't really okay to begin with."

"Yeah." The man agreed. "It doesn't matter how much you break something, it's still broken. Broken is a... Boolean value."

"It's just that.." You clutched the receipt between your fingers. "Just as I thought things were starting to improve, the universe sends me a cultist strapped to a bomb. I'm never going to recover from this."

"I don't think anyone expects you to." He said. "My name's Will, by the way."

"[F/N]." You said, just for formality's sake. He already knew your name. "I don't think I ever properly thanked you for saving my life."

"Don't worry about it." Will smiled weakly. "If you think you can, though, it would be innumerably helpful if you told us what happened."

You knew you weren't in a position to be asking for favors, but you were desperate. "Could I maybe stay with you for a while?"

Will hovered his hand over yours as if asking for permission. You took it, perhaps a little too eagerly.

"I'll stay with you as long as you want."

Will's presence made it easier to tell the man, whom you learned was the head of the Behavioral Science Unit of the FBI, everything that progressed that night.

"And then she started chanting that one bible verse about the martyrs inheriting the kingdom of heaven." You finished. "That was when Will shot her in the leg."

The director, whose name you learned was Jack Crawford, took a moment to ponder the information. You felt like a child that had been sent to the principal's office.

"Do you have any reason to believe that the woman was under the influence of any drugs? Alcohol?" Jack asked, resting his hands on the desk.

"Not with any certainty, no. I didn't see her ingest anything." You shook your head. "If she was under any influence at all, it was probably against her will."

"What makes you say that?" Jack cocked his head. "In your own time, of course."

"She was..." you glanced at Will, just to remind yourself that he was there. "Scared. Nothing she said had any conviction behind it. It was like she was a hostage being forced to read a fake suicide letter."

"What about these 'cult names' you mentioned?" Jack said. "What significance do you think they have?"

"She kept referring to Chase as 'vanguard'." You began.

"That's what Keith Raniere called himself." Jack interrupted. "Keith Raniere was the head of a sex trafficking cult."

"And the only reason I know that is because I listen to a lot of podcasts." You felt the need to explain. "I'm not sure how Mulvaney decided it would be a fitting title. Maybe he identified with Raniere."

"Did the woman call herself something, too?" Jack leaned in.

"Funny you should mention that," You forced a laugh. "Because she referred to herself as an 'unwoman'."

"That is interesting." Jack brought his hand to his temple, perhaps trying to convince you that he knew what ‘unwoman’ meant.

"He probably thinks Handmaid's Tale is some kind of instruction manual." You said, emphasizing the title of the work.

“Handmaid’s Tale!” Jack exclaimed, suddenly understanding. "So, are you thinking maybe he's running a breeding cult?"

“Like a borrasca.” You turned to Will, hoping that maybe he would understand what that meant.

As if on cue, a woman in a lab coat burst into the room.

“Dr. Katz,” Jack announced, taken aback by her urgency. “Welcome.”

“Jack, you’re going to want to see this.” Dr. Katz said simply.

Jack stood up from his seat. “Excuse me, Ms. [L/N], Will. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Again, you were alone with Will.

“I’m...” Will broke the silence, pausing to find the right words. “Jack isn’t as scary as he looks. He just has a habit of asking too much of people. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but you’re perfectly within your rights to tell him to back off.”

You shook your head. “That wouldn’t feel right.”

“Tell me about it.” Will muttered and leaned back in his chair. “It does seem pretty out of character for him to want to drop the whole case on the DEA, but he does have a point about their resources. You can’t argue with money.”

“No.” You agreed. “You can’t.”

Will sighed. “I’m sorry. The last thing you probably want to hear about is FBI in-fighting after almost being killed twice in a two-week period.”

“It doesn’t really inspire confidence, no.” You said.

“Let’s talk about something else.” He offered. “Do you like... fishing?”

You laughed at his strange attempt at making conversation, but answered honestly. “I used to go fishing with my grandpa when I was a kid.”

Realizing he’d tapped into a happy memory, Will decided to follow it. “Where did he take you?”

“My grandparents had this lake house up in Michigan.” You reminisced. “On this dinky little manmade lake where all the rich boomers took their spoiled grandkids for the summer.”

“Did you ever catch anything?” He shared a little smile.

You realized that he was doing the same thing to you that you did to the unwoman. He was trying to keep you talking to avoid, or at least prolong, some catastrophic event. But he was doing it for your sake. You appreciated that.

“We pulled up a ton of bluegills, some walleyes, occasionally a bass.” You listed. “One time he and his brother-in-law settled a dispute by seeing who could catch a catfish first. They were outside all day.”

“Did he ever take you downstate to go fishing on Lake Erie?”

You stared vacantly ahead. “He wanted to.”

Will lowered his head in respect. “I’m so sorry.”

“It was, like, fourteen years ago.” You admitted. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Still,” Will shrugged. “Grief takes a lot out of you. I’m sorry for bringing it up, I had no idea.”

“At this point, most avenues in my life end in death. It’s not your fault.” You smiled at him. “Thanks for trying, though.”

You settled into another prolonged but comfortable silence.

“I think Jack is going to arrange to get you into some kind of protective custody, by the way.” He said, shifting his body to face you. “And I don’t think he’s going to give you a choice now that he knows Chase is targeting you, specifically.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about that.” You answered. “I think they’re probably going to insist I quit my job, too.”

“You sound disappointed.” Will nodded. “You’ve grown to like that job, huh?”

“I was good at it.” You admitted. “My boss was gunning for me to take over when he retired. I had big plans for that place. I know waitressing is supposed to be a job that’s ‘just a job’ but--”

“You had ambition.” Will finished. “You were making an investment for your future.”

For the first time in a while, you felt heard. “Right.”

“If you would permit me to say,” Will stood up and walked towards Jack’s desk. “I think you would be an invaluable asset to this investigation.”

You leaned on the armrest. “I don’t know, Will. I feel like I would just get in the way.”

“But the sooner we catch this sick fuck, the sooner you can get back to your restaurant.” He said, grabbing a post-it note. He gestured to you with a pen. “And I will do everything in my power to get you back to that restaurant.”

“Why?” You asked. “I’m just a waitress.”

“Your profile of Chase Mulvaney in your TattleCrime interview was a work of genius.” Will took off his glasses. “And it was incendiary enough to make him come back for you. It wasn’t just a cocaine-fueled bout of murderous hysterics. He remembered you. Now, throughout this investigation, Jack has been ignoring me. But maybe he’ll listen to you.”

“And if he doesn’t?” You raised an eyebrow. “What then?”

Will sighed and leaned back on the desk. “Then I do it myself.”

“Fuck it.” You said, the complete contents of your soul behind those two little words. If he was going to raise the stakes, by god you were going to match him. “I don’t have much else to live for, so might as well die for something.”

“That’s the spirit.” Will agreed.

#hannigram x reader #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #hannibal x you x will #hannibal x reader x will #will graham x you #tw death #tw dissociation #tw trauma #tw sex trafficking #will graham x reader #hannibal nbc

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my-head-is-an-animal · 2 years

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Hi! I saw that you have requests open (yay!) so I thought I'd send one over! [This request does contain some triggering subjects (mental health issues, suicide) so if you're not comfortable writing it, its totally okay, I 100% understand. I would never want anyone to write something they're not comfortable with, so please stay safe! If you do choose to not write it, could you please let me know tho? Thanks!]

The request: I was thinking of a marauders era fic (multi-chapter if that's possible, but a one-shot works too!) with a female reader who is Regulus' twin sister. She's a Gryffindor and therefore is really close with Sirius and the Marauders, but also has a good relationship with Reg. During the summer before going into her sixth year at Hogwarts, she attempts suicide (was thinking of her overdosing, but it doesn't have to be). However, Regulus and Sirius end up finding her in time and she gets taken to St. Mungo's. So basically just A LOT of angst at the beginning but mostly fluff afterwards! ***Bonus points for adding in James and/or Remus! ***Thank you for considering my request, I really appreciate your time! :D

This is the first time I’ve written for Regulus Black, so I hope this is okay!

TRIGGER WARNING!! THIS FIC CONTAINS MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND SUICIDE. PLEASE SCROLL DOWN IF YOU ARE UPSET BY THESE THEMES.

ALSO NOTE THIS FIC IS IN FOUR PARTS.

Unseen Battles

Chapter 1/4

Regulus Black x FemReader (twin sister)

Word Count: 751

The water shifted and echoed against the cold tiles. Regulus, your twin brother was playing his music loudly and the thumping of the bass felt relaxing, enough for you to simply drift off. You could hear the distant patting of Kreacher’s feet against the wooden floors above, but it seemed to be a comfort, rather than the concern as it had been previously. You felt your body starting to slip down in the tub, the now salty water lacing your lips.

Silence.

Nothing, but silence coated your surroundings. Nothing more existed.

Two months earlier

James, Remus, Lily and Marlene had arranged to meet you and Sirius in Diagon Alley. A day hanging out with your friends was exactly what was needed. Remus seemed tired and you weren’t much in the mood for running around, so you hung back with him mostly and talked about what he was doing now he no longer had Hogwarts to occupy his time.

‘Just trying to find some work at the moment.’ Remus smiled. ‘Not easy with everything that’s happening, but something will come up.’

You always liked Remus’s gentle ways, he wasn’t boisterous like Sirius and James and he didn’t have the spikey attitude of Marlene, he was quiet and soft, much like Lily. It didn’t mean he didn’t have his moments of madness, but that’s what you liked about him, an air of unpredictability. He always had your best interests at heart as well and in recent times, you’d come to rely on that kindness.

It became clear that the world was getting darker, people were disappearing every day and it was scary just walking around by yourself. You counted yourself among the lucky that you had friends to stick with when things looked darkest.

The one thing you were starting to realise, was how lonely you’d be without your friends, without Sirius. You’d have Regulus when you went back to school and that was something you’d always taken for granted, knowing that you and your brother had a bond that no one could possibly understand. But being in different houses meant there would be more time spent alone in Gryffindor Tower.

‘Well, you can always send a letter.’ Remus tried to encourage you. ‘I’ll always reply and during the holidays, as long as it’s safe enough, we can get everyone together for a day or two during the holidays.’

A day or two? Is that all? To go from seeing your closest friends and family every day, to a couple of days every few months was a stark change that you were dreading. You weren’t sure if you could handle such extreme separation so quickly.

The next two months were difficult, Sirius had sworn you to secrecy, to tell no one that Dumbledore was organising the Order of the Phoenix to fight Voldemort. Regulus had a very different opinion on the Dark Lord, you tried to keep the peace between your two brothers, but it was difficult when you yourself had not yet publicly declared your loyalty. Of course, your opinion seemed to mean very little when they were fighting.

Communication with your friends decreased and you were left feeling more and more isolated. Often, you’d go through the motions of daily before the start of every school year, your friends who were a couple of years ahead of you would decide to catch up with their families before leaving for a whole term, but this time was different. There would be no sigh of relief on the first day of term when you caught the jet black hair of James messing around with your brother, no Remus leaning casually against the train station pillar whilst helping Peter relax about the next year’s curriculum, and there would be no Marlene or Lily to rely on when you needed the support.

As the 1st September closed in, you felt the four walls of your bedroom regularly closing in. Trying to find the same comfort in Regulus’s music pulsing through the wall that you once did, but it was growing weary. Your parents were no help to the situation, their pure blood mania was sickening and Sirius was no longer around to stand up for you when you needed him.

Remus had written a few times to ask how you were and hearing from him was wonderful, but your memory was becoming foggy on whether you’d written back or not. Suddenly, you were surrounded by confusion, aggression and darkness. Your friends no where in sight.

You can find the next chapter here.

#regulus black #regulus black x female reader #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #may be triggering #TRIGGERING THEMES #suicide

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thepriceofbeingaroseisloneliness · 3 years

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Toshiya’s Creativity Vol 7: Looking back at Life This time, as Toshiya’s birthday is getting closer, we asked him to look back on his life. From his childhood to boyhood in Nagano and moving to Tokyo after his awakening to music. And the present. Memories, present and future…. Blessed with good weather, we did this interview in a localisation where you could feel the arrival of spring. “For me, music is the most stimulating thing. It was a way to escape from reality” “I think it’s a miracle I met these 4 people.” “When you are standing on stage in front of the audience, you should be a special person that nobody can’t replace”

Notes before reading: This is from ‘Toshiya’s creativity’, the serialization done by Ster Edge Magazine and later compiled into a book with the same name. This is Vol 07 (Ster Edge 006) , which was published in March 2018. Originally, I planned to post this for Toshiya’s birthday but....life. Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts. Links or credits to this post when the content is reposted or captured in other SNS is appreciated :)

------ 2017 marked the 20th anniversary of the formation of DIR EN GREY. Toshiya also had the opportunity to look back on the history of the band at various locations. This time, we asked him to look back on his ‘life’ just before his birthday on March 31st. How did he feel at that time? What did he realize at that moment and what does he think now? It was an interview that gave us a glimpse of his enigmatic way of thinking and a part his feelings. Toshiya is from Nagano prefecture. He says the environment in which he grew up was "a normal countryside one” in “a normal family”. In our previous talk with Hide TANAKA, a flower designer who is a childhood friend of Toshiya, which was published in "Toshiya's Creativity Vol6", he talked about his childhood, but we will explore this further, in a bit more personal way. When he was asked about his oldest memory, he folded his arms, thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth. “This memory comes quickly to my mind. There was something like an agricultural cooperative bazaar/rummage sale being held near my grandparent's house, and I think they took me to it. I was very impressed by a child of the same age as me at that time who was lost and crying alone. So, I remember holding my grandpa and grandma's hands tightly and saying, ‘Don’t lose me!’ (laughs).” His grandparents' home and his home were close, so he often went out with his grandparents from an early age. “I was close to my grandfather and my grandmother. I remember I was the type of child loved by the elderly. I’m still quite in contact with my family and relatives, we have a good relationship. But it wasn't something special, it was normal for me at the time. My hometown is a normal countryside town, where nothing is like this city, it feels like there are only mountains and rice fields. I also liked drawing at home and playing outside. I was playing like a normal country child would do.” Young Toshiya seems to have grown up in the nature of Nagano. It seems his parents also respected the things he wanted to do. “I was in a sports boys' team, a baseball team, and I practised kendo. I feel like I certainly did what I wanted. I liked physical activities. I wasn’t strong or weak at sports, after all I was normal (laughs). My parents taught me soroban (Japanese abacus), and in junior high school I attended a cram school. I think I got a textbook to study English through radio lessons. I just pretended to play the abacus, and I wasn't good at it at all (laughs). " Toshiya was a boy who was devoted to sports. He talked to Hide about playing the guitar when he was young, but was he interested in music and instruments at that time? “No, no at all. My mother's brother used to play the guitar and I was just using that guitar as a toy instead. More than playing, I was killing time. It felt like that. At that time, I had no dreams for the future. When I was told to write about my dream for the future, I just wrote ‘be a salary man, like my father’. I think that was the safest choice (laughs). The children of my class said ‘I want to be a police officer’ or ‘I want to be a pilot’, but I wasn't interested in what I wanted to do in the future at all.” He said ‘normal’ many times while talking about himself in the past but while listening to his talk, he didn't feel like that for some reason, he had a mysterious aura since he was a boy. He said the thing that young Toshiya was more interested in was ‘wild ideas/fantasies’. “I think it was like that in the past. Didn’t you have any ‘wild idea’ /fantasy on your way to school or coming back from it? I liked that kind of thing. As I liked Gundam, I thought ‘I want to ride one’. Sometimes I went home with my friends, but more often I went home alone. It was about a 30-minute walk from my house to school, so it was days of spending all that time doing that (laughs).” Perhaps he was a boy who had his own world and the strength to be alone. “No, no, I didn't think deeply about that. I never felt scared to be alone…. the reason I went home alone was it was easier for me to go home alone (laughs). I'm older than my siblings, so I grow up as an only child for a while. That’s why it was normal for me to be alone. Most of the boys and girls I played with were older kids who lived near my house” Toshiya, an elementary school boy who often played with older boys and girls who lived in the neighbourhood, gradually got more chances to listen to popular songs at his senpais' homes. Boøwy was the catalyst for him to have an instrument. “Boøwy was a cool band that older seniors listened to. When I got into middle school, there were about one or two people in the class who liked Western music. When I became friends with those guys, I was told ‘You are still listening to Japanese music?’ (laughs). From that moment, I started to dig deeper into Western music.” Then, that Toshiya in middle school becomes more and more absorbed in music. It was around this time that he started to have in his mind that he wanted to play an instrument. “Besides Boøwy and X…..From overseas… I listened to Van Halen. Then, bands like Europe, Guns N'Roses,Bon jovi….. as it was the golden age of LA metal (glam metal), I liked that kind of stuff. I listened to the X’s single ‘Kurenai’ at home. That song starts with a ballad-like part, and then it gets fierce at once, but when I was playing it at first, I could hardly hear any sound. I still remember that suddenly it made a loud noise when I turned up the volume, I was surprised and desperately turned down the volume (laughs). " As Toshiya told us this funny incident, for sure there are many people who had a similar experience. What elements of these bands inspired Toshiya in middle school? "The music was exciting, but the fashion and performance were shocking ... Every band was very unrealistic. It seems that I was taken to a different world at that time. The feelings were very strong. Since TV was the only way to collect information, I think the influence from TV on me was huge.” He has been absorbed in band activities since high school. The first thing he got in his hands was a guitar, not a bass. He doesn't have get the chance to play the guitar on stage right now, but he uses the guitar to make songs. "After all, I started playing the guitar because I admired some guitarists, but I thought 'It's difficult to play with 6 strings. It's a little easier with 4 strings.' After all, I thought it would be easier if there aren’t many chords to hold down. Also, I thought the bass was in a position that didn’t stand out much compared to other instruments, so I thought it would be interesting because that means there were many interesting possibilities about playing” Toshiya, who liked drawing since childhood, went to an art school while being in a band, after graduating from high school. Although he is good at drawing, he eventually chose the musical path. “I didn't want to get a job after graduating from high school, but I didn’t want to study something either. However, I liked drawing, so I asked my parents to attend an art school. At school, the places where the people who graduated there got a job are displayed at the corridor, isn’t it? I was looking at that and I thought ‘Ah? I don't think many people can get a job in the world of drawing’. I don’t think there are many jobs available when it comes to drawing. I thought ‘I like drawing but as this is more a hobby than a job, there is no point in spending money to study it. I’m going to spend my time doing what I like’. After all, I left the art school in about a year. After all, you only live once, and I may regret not doing what I want to do…..That's why I decided to go on the path of music for real. Music is the most stimulating thing for me. Making music was fun and I think it was a bit an escape from reality. I could be a different person than the one I was in my daily life….I wonder if these ‘extraordinary things’ became an stimulus for me.” Immediately after that, Toshiya goes to Tokyo to be fully into band activities as a band man. An era in which the Internet is hardly widespread it was important to move to make his own path. He took action and met various people. “When I went to Tokyo, I met and talked with several people. I was told often that ‘those who move out their hometowns had already won’. I thought there was no chance if I stayed in the countryside and I started doing band activities quietly. There may be various risks and scary feelings, but if you really want a chance, you have to go to the place where there is information. Of course, I think that taking no action is also one of the options. There may be a way to improve your skills locally, or you can go out to the city to seize opportunities, and I think it's up to you to decide which one to choose. I met the members (of DIR EN GREY) in Tokyo, so I think I wouldn't have been in this band if I hadn't come to Tokyo. " "I think it was a miracle that I could meet the other 4 members” Toshiya, who met Kyo,Kaoru, Die, and Shinya, moved to Kansai and started band activities there . In 1997, DIR EN GREY was formed. They made their national debut in 1998, and made his major debut in 1999 with the release of the singles "Akuro no Oka", "ZAN-" and "Yurameki". He thought ‘Because I only have one life, I may regret not doing what I want to do’, and took action. About three years later, Toshiya's life changed. "I think most people in the music world are like that…..At that time, I didn't know what I was doing, but I was confident. I think it's a little scary when I think about my confident at that time. I had such a simple idea that in a way or another, we were going to make it. That's why I didn't think anything strange, the biggest thing was that I didn't have any strange fear. As I grew up, I started to think about things I hadn't thought of before. I was getting more and more involved with people, but I didn’t have that kind of thing when I was young. I think that was the biggest driving force. When I look back on it now, I feel envious of that feeling that nothing was going to stop me.” It was a brilliant and sensational success. It was probably the tremendous power of these five people that attracted that success, which the appropriate world to describe it would be “comet”. A comet that seen from a distance was very beautiful but, how did DIR EN GREY feel about it, being the comet themselves? “We didn’t fully understand the situation we were in. There was a strong feeling we were getting into a world we didn’t know. We were an active part of that, but it felt like we were outsiders. At that time, music had a stimulating sense of unreality but also the fear that it became real started to spring up. At that time, it felt like that many times. DIR EN GREY was called the “last boom” of the scene we were in and I think we were lucky. There was also a part of us that tried to not be absorbed by that boom” DIR EN GREY’s activities have been very creative since then. From this formation until their debut, the band didn’t lose their spirits and kept their aggressive stance. Continuing to present things with a strong emphasis in musicality and fashion making a distinction in the middle of that ‘boom’, they built a unshakeable fortress called DIR EN GREY. “At that time, various media such as TV and magazines talked to us, but we tried not to go in that direction. I was influenced by TV in terms of knowing music, but when it comes to my own work, I didn’t think about becoming the kind of musician that appears on TV. Of course, I thought it would be the best if we got TV exposure but…..at some point, there were things that cold me off. ‘This boom won’t last forever’, it’s easy to get on that boom, but once the boom is over, it’s gone. At that time, I might not have thought so much about it, but I instinctively felt that it was dangerous to get into that boom” It’s not just Toshiya, all DIR EN GREY members agreed. “Sometimes thanks to the boom and the media, they (the listeners) get to know about you. I think it’s the best way to get people know about you but, I also think it’s really dangerous. I think there were some people who succumbed to that kind of excitement. We were cautious because we were the only ones who could protect ourselves, no one else would protect us.” Because DIR EN GREY decided that it was dangerous to get drawn by that boom, they were able to pursue the music and expressions they wanted to do in a deeper way. A different strength from that boom. “That’s right…. We didn’t really understand what happened, we couldn’t say ‘ we did this so this happened after’, there were moments we relied on ourselves, but there were also moments that we relied on others. I guess that balance was good. However, we tried to not get into that wave of popularity as much as possible” DIR EN GREY continued to run ahead of the boom without appearing in the mainstream media, toured Asia in 2002, achieving the first overseas expansion. Due to changes in music aspects, the attention they got from overseas increased and in 2005, they performed in Berlin, marking their first solo concert in Europe. From there, they started to held live performances around the world. Their music spread to the world in proportion to the rise of the Internet. Their journey was so innovative in the music scene that many artists used them as their role model. Should it be called ‘a miracle’ caused by a natural sense of balance? “I think this (the overseas expansion) was something rare for us. ‘Something like this is what we want’, ‘It would be good if you could show this or that’……we were told these kind of things so maybe it (a miracle) happened. First of all, I think it’s a miracle I met these 4 people.” Toshiya said this a little shy smile. There aren't many bands that have been so active for 20 years without changing members or stopping their activities. It's a miracle. “Because it’s an aspect that you can’t control…the things you do and the people you meet. I think it’s a miracle in that sense as well.” After 20 years, there were changes as an individual person, and there were changes in the way they interact with music. He says it's not just about music, ‘No matter what you do, if you make a mistake, you're done’, he adds. “Everyone calls me an 'artist', but I don't feel like one. The easiest thing to say would be ‘free person’ (laughs). As I don’t have the experience of a normal working life, waking up at the same time on weekdays mornings, getting on the same train every day, rather than an artist, I would say I’m a free person. However, if there is a misunderstanding, I come to think of myself as ‘someone special’ who can’t live a normal life. It’s dangerous and scary. But humans are creatures that make mistakes (laughs).” Is it his way of saying that there was a “misunderstanding” in the past? “Well, there is. I made mistakes. That's why I'm scared. At the time of the debut, the number of adults I didn’t know increased around me. No matter what you do, many people was moving. That became something common. But that many people come, means that many people also leave…. Shortly after my debut, a friend from Nagano told me two things. One was ‘it’s good you can do what you like’, and the other was ‘Did you start a band to be admired/ to be pampered?’ Those words were quite a big deal for me. I thought I couldn't stay that way, so I had to change my way of thinking a little more. The words this person told me made me feel sad but then I said ‘Isn’t it good? Why you don’t try to do your best too?’ (laughs).” Toshiya laughs and says ‘I want to be a person with an ordinary consciousness’. His way of talking and manners are soft, giving an impression that he is a person who has nothing to do with the word ‘rude’. “In my teens, my senpais were unconventional and I admired a lot their messy behaviour but unfortunately, times are very different now. When we were children, we thought about what to buy and how to use the money we received for New Year's but nowadays children seem to save money. It might be good to do something unconventional and have a dream in such a conservative era, but I'm not that age anymore. Now, if I do something like that, I’d be in a difficult position (laughs). That’s why being a person with an ordinary consciousness would be the ideal”. “When you stand on stage in front of the audience, you should be a special person that nobody can’t replace” When you ask him about music activity, the talk extends to other topics that are not limited to music. The concept of the brand 'DIRT 100% Natural Dirty' produced by him is 'unisex real clothes that can be worn in a wide range of occasions from casual to formal’, the design not only affects the clothes but also the spaces that surround your daily life. Toshiya proposes and produce unique and original clothes for daily life. The fact that the words ‘life’ and ‘everyday’ are included means that for Toshiya, as music, his brand production and life are something that flows together, not something that can be separate from each other. “There isn’t really a distinction. But both, music and brand production, I can’t call them ‘work’. Of course I can’t remove the business part of it but I don’t think it’s work. This interview is also part of my job, that’s why I’m definitely switched on my ‘business mode’. If you like something in a pure way, you shouldn’t make a business of it. Of course, I make music and produce clothes because I like it, but the truth is that you can’t just do something because you like it. That’s why I think I have to do it. For example, of course I would say ‘I want to do this’ to the company but saying NO to everything that the company suggests, like ‘I want you to do this, I think it’s just selfish. If I’m allowed to do what I want to do, then I have to do also what the company wants me to do, otherwise, it won’t work. If you just want to do whatever you want, it would be like ‘why don't you do it by yourself? I think I'm doing it with several people because I can't do it alone.” It might be because of this that the band DIR EN GREY continue to be active with the same members. It’s only because they have their own opinions but also they have the capacity to listen and absorb other people’s opinions. “I have a firm ideal within myself. However, there are times you will realize things listening to other people’s opinions and absorbing them. When you have a talk with several people that are experts in something, new opinions that I didn’t know before are born. I often think that it’s like the scales fall from my eyes, and it leads to new discoveries. There might be a reason why we don’t aim to “do things by ourselves’. It's not that music and brands can't be done alone…. I feel that if I go alone, I might make a mistake. Going back to I said before, if you think of yourself as 'special', I think it's not going to go in the right direction….But it's an exception when you stand on stage in front of the audience. , you should be a special person that nobody can’t replace” No matter how good a person is, they may stop at some point. Toshiya was no exception. However, he says with confident ‘I still have many things that I want to do’. “I've often thought ‘this is my limit’. I have thought many times ‘I don't have any ideas, I don't like it, it's hard’..... But then, I’ve always come up with ideas and images such as "I want to do something like that" or "Let's do something like this". I've been doing something like that all the time….I think my desire for expression will never run out. I don't think things can be made from scratch. Everything is imitation of something, an arrangement of something….I think that’s the trigger for the ramification of creation. In your daily life, you can see various things and various things will happen, so I hope to reflect in my work what is happening at that moment.” Will Toshiya reach a turning point in his life soon? In the last talk, he wondered if he would become an adult when he is 50 or 60 years old. He also said he wanted to be 50 or 60 years old soon. He set his mind on the idea of ‘You only have one life, if you don’t do the things that you want, you’ll regret it’. Until now, he has devoted his life to the band so is he satisfied with that or is there any regrets? “It’s half satisfaction, half regrets (laughs). I think I have more regrets, though. When I was in elementary school I thought that at my age I would be living in my hometown, I’d be married and would have kids…’I wish I had done that at that time’….’I didn’t do that’….things like that, if I start mentioning them, there would be no end. But you can’t do anything about the things you didn’t do, I think the perception will change if you look at it with regrets or as a reflection. Sayingt that ‘I could become an adult once I’m 50 or 60 years old” means I entrusted to my future self, things I can’t do now. It’s a way of escapism, though(laughs). I feel like the things I can’t do now will be easier in the future and the range of the things I’ll be able to do will be wider. I will pursue forever the person I aspired to become when I was a child. I think it’s a human thing to do that.” Toshiya’s voice “I requested this photoshoot to take place somewhere near the sea. Since my birthday was closer, I did an interview looking back on my life. If anything, it felt like the interview was important. As we went to Odaiba, the travel time was longer. The talk about the Olimpics in the car was exciting.

#dir en grey #toshiya #translation #toshiyatranslations

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bnha-butterfly · 3 years

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Three song playlist: The act of being in love <3

Welcome to the designated “nobody asked for this” section of your weekly bullshit. This week I bring you three song playlist. Next week who knows what the fuck I will bring you.

Characters: Oikawa , Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki,

Oikawa Tooru

Falling in love: Talking dreams - echosmith

When oikawa falls in love it’s with the way you make him feel. Yes he’s in love with your personality and your looks but you make him feel alive in a way he hasn’t really felt before. You make him feel like whispered goals under starlight.

Realizing he’s in love : Best Part - Daniel Cesar ft. HER

He is so stupidly lovestruck he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Everything reminds him about you and the more time he spends with you the closer he feels to just blurting out the way he feels about you.

Being in love: No matter where you are - us the duo

Oikawa loves so hard. He always makes you feel like the only thing in the world. You’re his everything and as much as you are there by his side he is right there by your side. he’s always there to wipe your tears and quiet any doubts you might be having.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Falling in love: Easily- Bruno Major

The first thing he realizes is that you don’t give Oikawa the time of day. He is so used to watching people fawn over his pretty best friend that you are a breath of fresh air for him. Then it’s the fact that you don’t seem to mind his stubbornness so much. after that it kind of just snowballs into him liking everything about you including the small things. Small things like the way you jot down notes in class . That’s all it takes

Realizing he’s in love: This side of paradise - Coyote Theory

When Hajime realizes he’s in love with you it’s because he never wants to see you sad or upset or hurt. He just wants you to have a smile on your face. But it’s not just that he never wants to see you sad, it’s that he wants to be the one you come to when you’re sad. He wants to be a rock, a piece of stability in your life. He is down so bad it is embarrassing.

Being in love: Home - Luke Chiang

He thrives in the domesticity of your relationship. In the way that you search for each other in bed. In the way that he gives you a piggyback ride to the kitchen in the morning. In the way he can curl up on the couch with you after a bad work day and suddenly everything is right. You are his haven. His sunshine and most importantly his home. For you he is your rock. Your hideaway from the world. Your personal piece of heaven personified.

Matsukawa Issei

Falling in love: The Key to life on earth - Declan McKenna

Your laugh, that’s what catches his attention first. He loves the boisterous loud laugh you have that ends in you snorting or trying to catch your breath. He wants to hear it more often. The was you look at him in this half glare whenever he teases you. He didn’t even stand a chance.

Realizing he’s in love: Teenager in love - neon trees

It’s spur of the moment beach trips during summer vacation. It’s running through the school hallways when everybody has either gone home or is in their clubs. It’s discussions and words whispered in stairways. It’s the combination of all these things that makes him finally realize he’s in love with you.

Being in love: Pierre- Ryn Weaver

It’s feeling like you’re living in a movie. It’s starting to romanticize your own life. It is late night drives at 3 AM when neither of you can sleep. It is him trying to teach you to play the bass and thinking you’re cute when you’re frustrated. It is an album full of spur of the moment poorly taken polaroid pictures. it’s the joints playlist that the both of you keep adding to.

Hanamaki Takahiro

Falling in love: Teenage Dirtbag - Weatus

Compared to his best friends he feels bland. He isn’t tall like Matsukawa, he isn’t strong like Iwaizumi and he definitely isn’t the pretty boy that Oikawa is. But, you give him your attention. You laugh at his jokes, playfully push his shoulder and hit him when he makes suggestive comments and you make him feel seen.

Realizing he’s in love: Just my type -Saint Motel

He wants to kiss you so bad. He wants to kiss you so bad that it hurts. It’s like every time he sees you all he can think about is kissing you and he can’t help but wonder how his lips would feel against yours. He is down so bad and all of his friends know it. So he’s getting teased relentlessly. Especially because he can’t help but fumble over his words and over himself whenever you’re near him. Someone please help him.

Being in love: Comfortable- Alessia Cara

He’s so comfortable with you it is almost scary to him. He never imagined himself to be someone who opens up so easily. It’s just that he loves you so much and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you so he can’t help but tell you everything. In return he learns everything about you. Your favorite song, your favorite food, your favorite color. He learns it all and he never forgets a thing.

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

Tsukishima Kei - Haikyuu

Synopsis: before you met Tsukki, Yamaguchi was the go-to person for girls who wanted to confess their love for the tall, blonde middle blocker. Now that the two of you are friends, however, you collect love confessions for him on the daily. And why shouldn’t you? You and Tsukki are just friends; you say so yourself all the time.

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

“You’re sure you don’t mind?”

You shook your head as you took the letter and box of chocolates from the small, trembling girl before you. “No, not at all.” You forced a sweet smile. “I’ll be sure to tell him.”

The girl grinned wide, her face lighting up. “O-okay, thank you! I don’t think I could ever tell him in person about how I feel.”

“He’s really not as scary as everyone likes to think he is,” you said as you tucked the gifts of affection into your bag, pretending to pay careful attention but in reality, not exactly caring whether the card got crumpled or if the candies melted.

The girl’s cheeks flushed a bright shade of red and she chuckled. “Really? Maybe I’ll try talking to him at lunch then!”

“You should.” You feigned interest, not quite sure why you were encouraging this girl to personally confess her undying love for the boy that you yourself held deep feelings for. Maybe it was because you felt that if you played the part as the supportive best friend, you would eventually just fall into that roll and forget all about how his smirk gave you butterflies or how your heart skipped a beat whenever he offered to share his music with you.

“Okay, I will!” A wave of confidence flooded over the girl’s features. “Well, class is about to start, so I better get going. Thanks again!”

“No problem.” Your assurance fell on deaf ears as the girl turned and headed to class with her friends, the lot of them giggling and whispering as they went.

As soon as the gaggle of girls had turned the corner and disappeared from sight, you exhaled and turned on your heel to head toward your own classroom. Managing to make it just before the first bell rang, your mood lifted as soon as you spotted your friend sitting in his assigned seat beside yours, eyes closed and headphones positioned over his ears, almost as if they were a permanent fixture of his head.

Fishing the offerings out of your bag, you dropped them down onto his desk rather harshly to get his attention as you slid into your own seat. Hearing the items drop onto his desk and feeling the vibrations through his arms, which had been folded across the tabletop, Tsukki eyed the card and chocolates and sighed.

“Again?” He pulled his headphones away from his ears and hung them around his neck, the music still blaring enough that you could faintly hear the bass.

“Again.” You confirmed with a slow nod.

Yamaguchi, who sat on the other side of Tsukki, stared at the gifts with wide eyes. “Wow, Tsukki, you really are popular!”

“I really wish I wasn’t.” He picked up the small box of sweets and tossed them onto Yamaguchi’s desk. “Do you want them?”

Yamaguchi, who was used to laying claim to the rejected love offerings, nodded happily and accepted them. Sometimes he gave them to you as well, and as much as you appreciated the thought, eating the physical representation of unrequited love wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed, so you usually ended up just throwing them out when you got home.

“I wish you would just stop being so mean to everyone who isn’t Tadashi and I, that way people would actually confess their love for you to you and the two of us would be left out of it,” you grumbled. “It’s getting annoying.”

“How do you think I feel?” Tsukki lazily ripped open the card and scanned its contents quickly with his eyes, scoffing at the girly handwriting and hand-drawn hearts. “Pathetic.”

Without a second thought, he handed the card over to you so that you could read it as well. You chuckled to yourself as you took in the words of affection that resembled a Victorian-era love poem. You felt a little guilty about snooping on the private emotions of a girl who, as far as you could tell, seemed perfectly nice; however, you couldn’t deny the joy you experienced when Tsukki shared yet another sappy love note with you, inviting you to participate in the flat-out rejection and tug on your heartstrings just a little bit more.

As long as he didn’t love anyone else, there was still hope for you.

“‘The way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight makes my heart sing.’“ You read a particularly descriptive part aloud before handing the card over to Yamaguchi. “If only these poor girls knew that their most vulnerable feelings get scrutinized by a panel of three cynics like us.”

Yamaguchi chuckled heartily as he took his turn reading the card. Before another word could be said on the matter, however, the second bell rang and the teacher strolled into the room, bringing a halt to any and all side conversations.

By the time lunch had rolled around, you had almost completely forgotten about that morning’s events. Your stomach grumbling and your only thought being getting something to eat, you stood up to grab something from the vending machine but stopped in your tracks when you saw the girl from earlier standing by the door, her face even redder than it had been that morning and her eyes drifting from you to Tsukki, who had yet to notice her.

Suddenly, you remembered that you had encouraged the poor girl to talk to Tsukki herself, which even you knew was a horrendous idea. Sure, you had told girls that in the past, but never once had one actually followed through. Usually, you received a love confession, you gave it to Tsukki, you laughed about it together, and the girl would take her broken heart and retreat with her tail between her legs when Tsukki never so much as acknowledged her existence.

This was uncharted territory and you had no idea what to do.

Turning to Tsukki, you pulled his headphones off—which he absolutely hated, but that was besides the point—and looked him dead in the eyes to set him straight before he could snap at you. “You see that girl by the door?” you asked him, and after glancing past you, he nodded. “She’s the one who gave me the card and chocolates to give to you this morning. She’s going to come in here and talk to you and I need you to not smash her heart into a million pieces. Okay?”

Tsukki opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the girl had worked up enough courage to make her way into the classroom and was now standing beside the two of you.

Smiling sheepishly, you backed away to give the two as much privacy as possible and pretended to be busy by digging through your bag for something.

“Tsukishima-san, did you get my card and chocolates?” the girl asked, her fingers intertwined together and her feet shifting weight nervously as she spoke.

Tsukki simply nodded. With that, Yamaguchi returned from using the bathroom and you stood next to him near the door, the two of you watching from afar as the unknown girl confessed to Tsukki in the partially-full classroom.

“What do you think he will say?” you inquired out loud.

Yamaguchi shrugged, never taking his eyes off of the interaction before him. “No. He’s never interested in any of the girls that confess to him. I don’t imagine this one will be any different, even if she is doing it in person.”

“Yeah . . . I just hope he doesn’t make her-” You stopped talking mid-sentence when the tears started welling in the girl’s eyes and she turned to rush out of the classroom. “. . . cry,” you finished your thought.

Rolling your eyes, you returned to your desk, having completely forgot about getting something to eat from the vending machine, and looked to Tsukki, who was completely unfazed.

“That looked like it went well,” you quipped. “Remind me to never confess my undying love for you.”

“All I did was tell her that I wasn’t interested,” he explained. “I don’t know how I could have possibly been any nicer.”

“Well, no offence, but considering you are you, I’m sure there was a way.”

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For the following 24 hours, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the look on that poor girl’s face after being rejected by Tsukki out of your head. Of course, you had no idea what he had actually said to her, but whatever it had been had been enough to make her cry . . . would he say something as equally insensitive if you ever decided to tell him how you felt?

By some stroke of luck, Tsukki wasn’t at school the next day, giving you time to clear your head without having to put up a facade for hours on end. However, you hadn’t been completely alone the entire day, and Yamaguchi was more observant than you had originally thought he was.

“Something’s bothering you,” Yamaguchi said out of nowhere as the two of you walked home after school that day. “Do you want to tell me or do you want me to guess?”

You chuckled softly. “You have three guesses and if you don’t get it right, you have to buy me a snack from the corner store when we pass it.”

“Deal.” Yamaguchi nodded, an aura of self-confidence practically radiating off of him. “Okay, let’s see . . . you got a bad test grade?”

You shook your head, convinced there was no way he could possibly guess correctly. “Nope.”

“You don’t like what your parents are cooking for dinner tonight?”

You snorted. “Nope, that’s not it.”

“Ah, okay. One guess left.” He was silent for a moment as he thought. “Could it be that you’re upset with how Tsukki turned down that girl at school yesterday because you have feelings for him but now you’re afraid that he will reject you in the same way?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, your jaw dropping. Yamaguchi just grinned. The sneaky bastard had been playing you all along.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He played it off as a lucky guess. “Does this mean you’re buying the snacks then?”

“I . . . I guess so?” You were unsure how to respond. “But, wait, how did you know?”

“Tsukki may be completely oblivious to the general concept of feelings, but I’m not,” Yamaguchi said as he started toward the store that was in sight in the distance. “Now come on, I’m hungry!”

Completely shaken, you moved forward without really thinking about it and followed Yamaguchi. After you paid for two candy bars, the two of you continued on your way, Yamaguchi munching happily as if nothing had even happened and you staring at the still-wrapped treat in your hands, at a loss of words.

“If you knew I liked him this whole time, how come you’ve never said anything?” You finally found your voice.

“Because I figured you would share when you were ready,” he answered. “But now I think you’re never going to tell him because you’re too scared.”

“Of course I’m scared!” You threw your arms into the air dramatically. “You saw the poor girl running away with tears in her eyes. You’ve seen how he laughs at sappy romance stuff. How could I possibly feel anything but scared?!”

Yamaguchi thought for a moment. “Well, sure, it’d be scary if you were anyone else . . . but you’re not. You’re you. Judging by this whole situation, you don’t know this, but he likes you too.”

For the second time in less than an hour, you had been completely floored. “He what now?”

“Did you think he really hung out with you all the time and blatantly turned down other girls’ confessions in front of you because he just thinks you’re a good friend?”

You nodded, flabbergasted. “Y-yes?”

“You two are so unbelievably oblivious it’s actually hard to watch you guys running in circles around each other. Just tell him how you feel. I guarantee he won’t turn you down.” Yamaguchi suddenly stopped in his tracks and gestured to the house behind him; Tsukki’s house.

Without even realizing it, Yamaguchi had lead you right into your waking nightmare.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You conniving little-”

“You’ll thank me later. You both will.” He shoved you up the walkway to the front door before continuing down the road to his own house. “Good luck!”

“Yeah . . . thanks,” you huffed, eyeing the closed door in front of you. You had stood on this porch a hundred times before, knocked on the door a hundred times before, but today was different.

Maybe Yamaguchi was right. Maybe Tsukki did like you back, and the only way to know for sure was to simply ask.

Before you could psych yourself out or change your mind, you pounded on the front door three solid times and glued your eyes to the doorknob, waiting for it to turn.

Less than a minute later, you could heard footsteps inside and felt heat rush to your face. Were you actually going to do this?

When the door swung open and Tsukki stood before you, dressed in pajama pants and a sweater, definitely looking a little on the ill side, you felt your heart jump into your throat.

“Hey,” you greeted. “How are you feeling?”

The boy eyed you curiously. “Better now, thanks. Why are you here?”

“I, um . . . I have a confession for you,” you said before you could stop yourself. The words just sort of tumbled out of your mouth and now there was nothing you could do to avoid the situation.

An amused look spread across Tsukki’s face. “You didn’t need to come all the way to my house for that. Just throw the card out and eat whatever candy came with it. You know the drill. It’s just another girl who-”

“There’s no card or any candies,” you told him and he cocked a brow. “And it’s not from just another girl . . . this one is from me.”

His face paled and his hand dropped from the doorknob he had still been holding onto, an indication that he had been ready to say goodbye to you pretty quickly. Now, however, he seemed to sense the seriousness of the conversation and had decided it was worth sticking around a little longer for.

“I won’t stand here and tell you that your eyes sparkle in the sun or that my heart does backflips when I see you, because you’ve heard that shit a million times,” you said. “But I will say that I like when you share your music with me or when you let me in on your inside jokes. You make me feel really special and I like that. I like you, Kei, and I just thought that I should tell you.”

“Oh.” He looked eerily similar to a deer in headlights and you were just waiting for him to slam the door in your face. But he didn’t. His hand did reach for the doorknob once again, but instead of closing the door, he opened it wider. “Do you want to come watch a new documentary with me?”

That hadn’t exactly been the response you had been expecting, but considering you weren’t currently a sobbing mess, you knew it could have gone a lot worse.

“I would like that.” You smiled and stepped into the house. “I might not have a whole box of chocolates, but I do have this.” You pulled the candy bar out of your pocket. “We can share it.”

“I would like that.” Tsukki closed the door behind you.

From that day on, even though you and Tsukki never officially declared your love for one another or referred to each other as ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’, you knew you had moved on from simply being friends.

And sure, sometimes you still got confessions for him from random girls, but it didn’t bother you nearly as much anymore. How could it when you knew, without a sliver of a doubt, that Tsukki only had eyes for you?

#haikyuu #tsukishima #tsukki #tsukishima kei #tsukishima scenarios #tsukki x reader #middle blocker #yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #reader #reader insert #x reader #lostinthewiind #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #PG

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rataltouille · 3 years

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BONFIRE, BONFIRE!: A COLLECTION OF FLASH FICTION + POETRY

so i’ve decided to compile all twenty [these will be split into two so that the post isn’t super long] of the writing pieces i’ve done for my random celebration into one post so that it’s easier to read / access share!! you can also find it here, all put into one work, on wattpad, because i feel nostalgic about that website and decided to just post it!!

NOTE: i know that this shouldn't need to be said, but these 20 pieces belong to me so please don’t copy/repurpose it for your writing!! i plan on using these somewhere in my own writing and either way they’re stuff i’ve written so don’t use them!!

1. cooking + destructive + purple from @andiwriteunderthemoon [also i kind of cheated with this prompt and asked my sis @dreamscanbenightmarestoo for ideas and so the base idea’s from her!!]

I didn’t mean to set my house on fire, alright?

Let me set the scene: I’m sitting in my room, watching the infomercials that blur together, and suddenly there’s a bright purple flash on the glitching screen: /grapes/. They’re shiny, plump, and oh? A recipe for fine wine? Don’t mind if I do. So I pop into my kitchen and cut the grapes, dice them up, finally using the knife after years of not cooking— /mother, are you proud of me now?/— and stick the soft, luminescent fluid into a glass bottle. Following each step of the recipe.

The recipe didn’t mention an explosion.

Destruction rained around my house like a meteor shower. The bubbles from the fluid, frisking up at contact with metal, swam across my shoes and into the living room. It touched the TV, which still flashed the recipe, which I was still cursing at. And then, you know, it burnt up. The couch scorched first, I think. So that was fun. I later realised that I’d used my reserve of petroleum, which I’d put in my kitchen cabinet, instead of vinegar. I think I’ve got to move back in with my mother again.

2. running + quiet + sky blue from @kryskakikomi [i have no idea what this is i drafted this in a fever dream state]

Summer crawled up his skin like a worm. He was seated at his dining table, crosswording his way through the sticky morning, when it struck him that the humidity was new. He’d been caught in summer before, of course, but this year was different. His parents had whisked away to their hometown, and he still didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to go. He loved their home— he could have been running on beach sand and waves could have cruised over his feet, and his face would reflect sky blue under palm trees. Instead he sat doodling and scratching at cement walls in a quiet that nagged at his ears, grappling his flesh like a fishing hook, reeling him in. Boredom, him sister told him, before she also left for someone’s home. What would you know? he whispered once the door latched from the outside. Maybe /she’d/ like to sit on the same wooden chair, all the pink paint worn out, and scratch out squares of empty text until the pen poked through the other hand. He scoffed. At least he knew the number of scars on the wood; he could hold that over her when his parents returned.

3. hallucinate + hazy + violet from @chloeswords [i wanted to write something dreamy and ethereal but everytime i look at your url i’m reminded of church mud and indirectly my religious trauma so here we are 🤡]

We hold the book in our arms and chant for God. We don’t know what he looks like. They say that he’s sharp, never pixelating or blurring or showing through, like a hazy image would. No, children, our family says, he will come clothed in gold and velvet— the colour a deep and rich crimson, or chartreuse. And of course, he weaves a violet into his hair. Because he is just that humble. Just that gentle. Loving.

We’ve almost understood now. Pray, clasp our palms together into a transient equinox, and pray. Maybe he will shine down on us. Maybe we will speak so loud and chant so long that our lips will chap. Maybe we’ll simply hallucinate him to salve our bones. Our family says, he will bless you. And so he will.

4. halcyon + pluviophile + beige from anon [i was yearning for cats i am a cat person i love cats]

I remember my life before I moved to London,

Those halcyon days that I spent scooping up cat litter and brushing warm fur,

Being a mother to beige and white and black little felines.

They keep better company than humans.

Now I’m a self-proclaimed businesswoman, artist, influencer, pluviophile,

Even when I’ve barely stepped foot outside during the rain,

[But it needs to be said that when it rains in London, it pours].

I think I’d like to open a cat cafe;

I’m rich enough to pull it off.

5. sing + vulnerable + olive green from @occiidens [this was actually super fun to write because it’s a break from the typically unhinged stories i gravitate towards]

You watch from the highest hill of your town, hand wrapped around the serrated wood of a red oak tree. The bark pokes into your flesh, drawing blood that shouldn’t have been taken from you. You scowl. Just another thing that lives to cause you pain.

Three storeys down is a young man, short and smiling and lovely. He has dark skin and darker hair, walking with the stride of a deer, and he’s smiling; the joy reflects onto your face, even though you can’t hear him. He wears a cotton shirt, the olive green stark against the fire-blue sky. You call out, sing his name, three times in a row.

When he finally looks up, squinting as you silhouette under the sun, the smile widens. A wave. You’re suddenly overcome with embarrassment. Your palm digs into the bark until the wound is freshly dug again, the skin supple and vulnerable. You want to wave, but your hands would look so awkward, and the blood wouldn't help. So you turn on your heel and run— why are you so awkward?— and the grass around you is brighter. This is now a tomorrow issue, you conclude. You’re still smiling.

6. dislocate + ostentatious + blood red from @oasis-of-you [this got really unhinged really fast. TW: body horror]

If you take a turn at Finn Avenue,

Rogue your way down a blood red river,

[It’s not actual blood, do not worry. The colour’s a pigment and it’s saturated enough to give you the texture, the touch, the taste of blood, but I repeat, it isn’t true blood. You might think that it’s ostentatious of us to make you cross a river like that, but you’ll understand why.]

And if can stick your fingers inside the fluid,

You’ll find a bone.

Don’t pull it out fully! Only observe.

[This is a real bone, most likely animal. We may be ominous, but we don’t hurt humans. Not yet.]

So what do you do now? You want passage into a better world.

You came here because you saw the brochure, the flyer,

Radiant Idyll, home for love, but you also saw the jutting anatomy that leads to the city. The pictures were rather clear.

Why do you look so surprised? We’ve put this on the brochure— don’t you ever read the fine print?— to avoid this exact situation. That you would cross a body, a skeleton, pooled over in a fluid that we don’t name, but it’s probably alive.

It’s watching you right now.

So what do you do now?

Hurry up, unhinge your arm, dislocate the elbow, drop it into the blood, forgive me, false blood, and pay for your passage.

Oh! Excellent; that’s record time. We do hope you enjoy your stay!

1. @noteaboy [i’ve interpreted your url as ”note, a boy”]

There’s an orange tree. It’s spring, and there’s an orange tree, and it brims with fruit and citrus perfume. Point your lens flare downwards, and note, a boy. A young man, perhaps, because he combs his hair, uptight and firm, and he wears a tie. A long suit. He doesn’t look up, because his hand holds a book. /He/ holds the book, not the hands— tenderness doesn’t translate through anatomy, I’ve taught you this before. He’s waiting for someone. There’s only the rustle of leaves. He drops the book onto the lap of the tree, crushing the apple that had fallen down. Orange, not apple. Take note better. You only have one chance to get this right.

2. @eatingjupiter [your url is so beautiful omg]

The goddess had said this before she died: you need to watch over him. He needs your sentry to survive. The goddess’ words weren’t heeded. Little baby Jupiter tottered on lava as him parents small-talked with their kingdom. Well, it must have been small talk, because nothing seemed to happen afterwards other than his mother’s face collapsing in agony, anger, annoyance. He knew not to touch them then. He’d fly off into the sun one day, but if his hands were but and charred, he wouldn’t survive even a third of the journey.

The prophecy was simple: the firstborn to the kingdom will metamorph into a celestial, purify themselves so that only stardust remains. Live in the sky forever. The astrologers were baffled; you don’t just become a star. They should have heeded the goddess.

Jupiter was sixteen when he expanded and collapsed all at once. He still lives, they say, and the astrologers /were/ right, in a way: people just don’t become stars. They become almost empty space. Nobody knows if his hands were burnt when they left earth’s orbit forever.

3. @laughtracksonata [your name gave me slight horror vibes idk why!!]

Hahaha. The Horror Movie (don’t ask me for a name, I’m not good with those), with its cymbal crashing and plastic sounds, it’s so loud and scary that it hurts, father. Please turn it off.

Father doesn't listen. I shiver on the couch. The screen flickers like radio static and reflects off our wide eyes. What kind of a home is this anyway? I don’t want to fucking listen to a laugh track or a horror VHS tape or watch the bass crescendo as the serial killer jumpscares the watcher. I don’t think that having hour pupils glued to the same blood-splattered movie, with the same recording looping in his eardrums will help him. He laughs along, sometimes. It’s scary. Father needs a new hobby.

PART TWO COMING SOON!!

anyway this got REALLY long so i’m posting the third prompt group, the one based on songs, as a second part in some time. i hope you enjoy this, and PLEASE do boost!! i spent a lot of time writing these pieces and am pretty proud of them :’)

general taglist: @lovingyou-is @guulabjamuns @andiwriteunderthemoon @coffeeandcalligraphy @melonmilk @silentlylostwriter @charles-joseph-writes @eklavvya @eowynandfaramir @bitterwitchwrites @laughtracksonata @whatwordsdidnttouch @indeliblewrites @thenataliawrites @summersguilt @illimani-gibberish @sarahkelsiwrites @writing-in-delirium @shaelinwrites @sienna-writes @chewingthescenery @jennawritesstories @chloeswords @aelenko @keira-is-writing @cherylinanika @infinitely-empty-pages @jmtwrites @august-iswriting @freedelusionbanana @beetleblue88 @mistercaleb @iwannawritepls @hanwatchingmovies @mortallynuttyqueen @idratherliveinnarnia @maisulli @thegreyboywrites @ahowlinwolf @ravens-and-rivers @oasis-of-you @yanittawrites @chazza-writes-sometimes @skyfirewrites @lovebenders @treybriggsthewriter @themidnxghtwriter @ash-karter @queen-devasena @a-procrastination-addict @gaymityblight @beyondthebracken @madmaxst26 @adielwrites @moonpixxel @hollow-knight-dnd @keep-looking-here @overlap @ashleygarciawrites @ryns-ramblings @wordsbynathan @novaemlynlewis @sophiewritingstuff @howdy-writes @occiidens @nsanelyawkward @viawrites-andacts

#writeblr #am writing #flash fiction #poetry #wtwcommunity #ofcolourtracking #crabappletracking #anyway part two probably in a couple days #i still have to start writing them 🤡✌️#bonfire bonfire

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harrys-kiwi · 4 years

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go with him

summary: (y/n) has a new male friend that makes Bucky insecure in so many ways

request: Hello! Would you mind doing an angsty oneshot from boyfriend!Bucky's POV where he notices you getting closer and becoming more affectionate with a new guy friend causing jealousy and insecurities to grow within him? One day, he confronts you and you say some mean things?

category and warnings: one fluff in the flashbacks, but mainly angst. soft!bucky (literally an angel who deserves better) and total asshole!reader. one or two swear words.

authors note: let’s all gang up on (y/n) for treating Bucky like dirt. thanks for your request anon! hope this is what you wanted. please leave feedback and your Bucky requests :) and thank you so much for your love on “just stop”

word count: 2.3k

For a 102 year old man, Bucky thinks, he is doing quite well. He feels and looks about 70 years younger, for one. He has a great job that he gets to do with his best friend. And he gets to call the most amazing girl he’s ever come across his own. What more could a man want?

Alright, so (y/n) could - age wise - be his granddaughter. But their love was timeless; it had defeated the odds in so many ways, that really, what’s an age gap got to say? It was absolutely perfect. (y/n) had always dreamed of living decades before she was born, nostalgic for a seemingly simpler time. She loved to hear Bucky’s stories from those times, enamored by the older man’s experience. And Bucky really wanted to fit into the decade he had to live in, so having a young girl like (y/n) helped him stay up to date with everything.

Emotionally and physically, it was the perfect co-dependency. It was the love they both had always dreamed of, and Bucky couldn’t believe that the universe would grant him such a treasure after all the wrong he had committed in his life.

It was perfect, until Ben came along.

See, Bucky loved and trusted (y/n) more than anything in the world. When they had gotten to know each other first, Bucky was immediately a goner. And although he had completely forgotten what it felt like to be in love - exciting, breath taking, and scary, it caused more insecurities to rise.

“Come on, Buck,” Steve sighed as he took a swig from the Beer in front of him, “don’t do this. The girl clearly likes you.”

“Steve, have you gone insane?” Bucky questioned, eyebrows furrowed. “Have you forgotten that I was an assassin? I don’t get to have a woman, let alone one like her, in my life after all I’ve done.”

“Listen pal, you’re gonna regret this.”

“Regret giving her a chance to lead a normal life with a normal man by her side? I don’t think so.”

Bucky didn’t believe he deserved anything good. And (y/n) was good personified. He had tried, so hard, to make her see that she didn’t need him. That she needed someone her age who could offer her stability. Someone without his ptsd, his trauma, without the nightmares. A man who could go out clubbing with her because the loud bass and flashing lights didn’t trigger memories of being strapped to a chair in an evil organizations’ base. But when (y/n) had come to his apartment, latched onto him and began sobbing because she loved him so much it hurt and she didn’t know what to do with herself if he wouldn’t have her, well, then things changed.

He hadn’t realized that another human was capable of feeling so strongly for him. After that night he started calling her his girlfriend, and little by little, his insecurities faded into the background. Every gentle touch, every hushed whisper, every reassuring smile he got from her lead him to the place he was now: security. He had never felt this before. So he latched himself onto it, onto her, making her the source of his happiness.

Which was why he never bothered asking her who she was texting when she began spending more time on her phone. He knew it was probably something important, since (y/n) preferred real life contact over social media. Her behavior toward him had remained the same as always, so Bucky thought nothing of it.

(y/n) let out a laugh and clasped her hand over her mouth as her body shook with laughter. Bucky looked up at her from where he was sprawled out on the couch, his head in her lap as they watched TV together.

“What is it?” He smiled up at her.

“Ben sent me the funniest meme,” she laughed, “look!” She handed him the phone. He took it, read the caption and looked at the picture, chuckling as he gave the phone back to her. He didn’t get the joke, but as long as his girl was happy. (y/n) quickly typed a reply, and then another, and another.

“Baby…” Bucky huffed, and when she didn’t pay attention to him, he grabbed her phone and placed it on the table beside them, quickly turning them around and pinning her onto the couch. (y/n) squealed and then began laughing as Bucky placed sloppy kisses all over her face.

“Bucky! Stop!” She breathed between giggles, grabbing his face between her hands and rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs. “You are such a beautiful man, it’s not even fair.” She pouted. Bucky reached down to kiss her puckered lower lip, which quickly turned into gently biting and tugging at it. “Fuck, Bucky.” She mumbled, reaching up to kiss him once more, moaning quietly when she felt his tongue roll into her mouth. She tugged off his shirt, and let him love her right there on the couch, her buzzing phone long forgotten.

Bucky really felt like an idiot. Had he been living in a bubble? Na��vely believed that you wouldn’t find someone much better for you? As he stood in the doorway of your shared apartment, it was like he was watching a scene of your life if he wouldn’t have ruined it by letting himself become a part of it. You were sitting at the kitchen table, books and handouts covering its surface, highlighters and pens sprawled around, your legs resting comfortably on him. You guys hadn’t even heard him come inside. Taking a deep breath to try and loosen the knot in his stomach, he called out to you.

“Hey, Doll.” He said gently, walking into the kitchen, and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You hummed in response, tilting your head back and smiling up at him. He smiled back, placing another soft kiss on your lips. He felt slightly better knowing Ben had seen that, but the unease settled back into his stomach as he saw the much younger man sitting in the seat adjacent to you, your feet perched on his lap. He forced a smile, and held out his hand.

“Hi, I’m Bucky.” Ben smiled widely and shook his hand in a tight grip.

“Nice to meet you man, I’m Ben.” Bucky nodded and left the room. He hated how insecure Ben made him feel. He was exactly the kind of man Bucky had told you you needed to find all those years ago. He seemed really nice. He was obviously smart since he was studying the same thing as you. And Bucky hated to admit it, but he was handsome and you two looked really good together.

Surely this was some sort of cosmic karma, someone’s messed up idea of revenge for all the unforgivable things he had done in his life. To let him believe that he was worthy of feeling so good and loving so hard, and being loved back exactly the way he needed in return - just to have it ripped away from him right in front of his sight. To have to watch the only person he had ever and could ever love, meet her soulmate right in front of his eyes. Bucky doesn’t even know how long he had been sitting on their bed thinking, but he heard her voice calling out for him.

“Buck, come here!” He complied immediately, getting up to see what his girl needed from him. He found her standing by the door as Ben put on his jacket. “Come say bye to Benny!” She smiled. He had a nickname now? He walked up next to her wrapping an arm around her waist and shaking Ben’s hand.

“It was great meeting you, will I see you tonight at the party?” Ben inquired.

“Oh no, Bucky doesn’t do partying. I’ll be coming alone.” (y/n) interrupted, smiling sweetly at the man across from her. Bucky’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“Alright then, I’ll come pick you up around eight.” Ben winked, pulling (y/n) into a hug that she reciprocated eagerly. Bucky had to look away as Ben kissed (y/n)’s cheek and walked out of the apartment.

“This is it,” he thought to himself, “this is my biggest nightmare come true.” Bucky tried to swallow down his tears, scolding himself for getting emotional. But he couldn’t help it, not when he was so desperately in love with her and didn’t know how to stop her from slipping through his fingers. He turned around, making his way back into the bedroom. Using the sleeve of his knitted sweater he wiped at his eyes, trying to take deep breaths. He sat at the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths and trying to clear his head. Maybe he was just overreacting. Maybe he was reading into this too much.

“Bucky? Is everything okay?” He heard her angelic voice calling out to him. He looked up to see her walk into the bedroom, savoring the sight. He reached his arms out, feeling like a child, desperate for her to comfort him. “Aw baby,” she sighed as she sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around him. He held on to her middle, hiding his face in her chest. Her calm heartbeat and steady breathing allowed him to swallow down the tears that were building up, and he felt her small hands framing his face and beckoning him to look up at her. “What’s wrong baby?” She cooed while brushing back his hair and kissing his nose.

Bucky felt so embarrassed to say what was going on. He didn’t want her to realize how insecure he was. Or perhaps what he was really scared of was that if he told her that he thought she was better off with Ben, she would agree, thank him for giving her the okay, and leave him for good. “It’s nothing.” He mumbled instead.

“I’ve never seen you so upset before Bucky, what do you mean it’s nothing?”

He took a deep breath and looked her in her beautiful eyes. “I just get jealous of Ben.” He felt naked in that moment. It had taken a lot to be able to be this vulnerable in front of her, not wanting her to think that he was weak. Or worse, for her to think that she had given him reason to be insecure. Bucky felt her stiffen in his arms.

“This is about Ben?” She said, slowly. He nodded tentatively, not breaking eye contact. “Oh god, Bucky. Come on!” She rolled her eyes and got up from his lap to begin pacing in front of him. He felt his insides clench as his heart rate picked up.

“Doll, I just-“

“Just what, Buck? Just can’t get over your insecurities and just can’t stop comparing yourself to any man I ever talk to?” Bucky swallowed harshly, feeling the tears sting his eyes again. He found himself nodding. “Well get over it.” Her tone was cold and harsh, and he wished he wouldn’t have said anything. Wished he wouldn’t have given her a reason to be mad at him.

“I’m sorry, Doll. It’s just that he can offer you so much, so much stuff that I can’t. And seeing you so close really drilled that point into my mind. You know my mind has a thing for being manipulated.” He tried a joke to lighten the situation, terrified of where this conversation would go otherwise.

“Damn it Buck, stop trying to make everything about you and how damaged you are. Don’t you think that if I wanted Ben I would have had him a long time ago? I’ve always just wanted you, and I’ve wasted so much time trying to get you to see that! And after all this time, you’re telling me a friendship with a guy from college is making you doubt everything?”

Bucky couldn’t believe the damage he’d caused. He wished so hard he could rewind, just so he could have held her harder instead of ever opening his mouth to doubt her. “I’m sorry-“

“I don’t have time for this. If you still can’t get it through your head that there’s no reason for you to be this insecure then I don’t know anymore.”

Bucky scrambled to stand up and grab her hand before she could leave the room, tears freely falling from his eyes now. “Doll, please don’t leave.” He croaked, desperation laced in his tone. He looked at her with as much determination as he could muster, although he could barely see her through the tears. But he felt her hand in his grasp, the way she was squeezing his hand back ever so slightly, which was enough for him to get his hopes up all over again.

“Bucky...” she trailed off, looking at his tears with soft eyes.

“I just don’t know what I’d do without you, (y/n). And seeing you with someone who can give you everything I’ve always wanted to give you...” he shook his head, “I just want you to have the best. And i know I’m not anywhere near that. That’s not an insecurity, that’s just a fact. But I wished that when you found the best, you wouldn’t flaunt it in front of me like that. Because fuck, I’ve never loved like this in my entire life. And watching the person you love share small intimacies with someone else? Someone you’ve wanted to be your entire life? That’s the worst pain I’ve ever felt.” He took some time to think of what to say next. Silence hung in the air until he spoke up again, squeezing her hand once more before letting it go. “Stay with me tonight. Choose me over him, please. If you go with him tonight,” Bucky winced, mustering up the strength to finish his thought, “you go with him forever.”

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bcbdrums · 4 years

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Why Does Anyone Go To A Drive-In?

A/N: Wine-floats stolen from GT. The drive-in prompt from @drakgoprompts.

FFn link --> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13639433/1/Why-Does-Anyone-Go-To-A-Drive-In

Written frantically and entirely un-edited. Enjoy!

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Shego fixed her hair in the mirror of her compact after the hover car had landed. She checked that her lipstick was perfectly symmetrical and not smudged in any way. She wished her heart would stop beating so erratically every time she looked at Drakken, but... That was the new reality she was living. Ever since what happened at the UN...

"I still don't see why you think this will work, Shego," said Drakken as he scanned the parking lot with binoculars, searching for their target.

"You said it before. Embarrassment is the soft under-belly of the teen ego, or something?"

"Oh yes, because it worked so well the last time!"

"She's in the public spotlight now, it will work!"

Drakken grumbled to himself and thrust the binoculars toward her. While she couldn't hear the words, she knew what they would be about; how Kim Possible had gotten the glory in the end, when without him and his plants saving the world would have been impossible. But a medal, a press conference, and a few patents seemed to be all anyone was interested in where Drakken was concerned.

Kim Possible, eighteen-year-old athletic beauty was the one the public and press were really interested in. And with a heavy heart that Drakken kept well-masked, he returned to villainy with Shego by his side less than two months later, as if nothing had ever changed.

Shego peered through the binoculars and scanned the parking lot for Kim's familiar purple car. They had followed the teen to a drive-in movie theater, Drakken trusting Shego's 'plan' that she had yet to fully explain to him about humiliating Kim and ruining her reputation.

In truth, Shego had no plan to humiliate Kim Possible. It was just the excuse she had used to get Drakken to leave the lair. Actually asking him on a...date...was out of the question. She could imagine the confused blinking and the asking if she was sick or had run into any technology that prompted atypical behavior. The only way she could think of to attempt to ascertain his feelings was to...trick him into a date, and then make a move.

The only question was when.

"Is she here?" Drakken asked impatiently.

Shego spotted the purple car and noted the two teens inside, already munching popcorn. The naked mole-rat was on Ron's shoulder, being handed pieces of popcorn by his owner.

"Yep," Shego said, pointing toward the car as she handed the binoculars back. Drakken grabbed them with a frown and stared. Shego leaned back and glanced at the movie screen. It was some sort of old black-and-white comedy she didn't recognize... Not at all ideal for 'accidentally' cuddling up to a date in 'fear' during a scary scene. Shego sighed.

"They're on a date," Drakken said.

"Yep..."

"We tried to ruin one of her dates before. It didn't work."

"It might this time."

"But it's her boyfriend this time! Hasn't she known him for years? We won't be able to embarrass her in front of him," Drakken argued.

"Way to pay attention, Dr. D...." Shego said tiredly. She was starting to regret her idea. Drakken never paid attention to anything except his evil plots. What had made her think she could get him to rest for a moment to watch a movie with her?

She sighed and glanced out over the crowded drive-in. The hover car was parked by the very back fence. It was a horrible view, but it kept them out of sight of most gawkers. Kim's car was near the back and the edge of the broad parking lot, away from the glow of street lamps. The top of the convertible was up, which Shego thought was slightly odd considering that top-down would be better for movie viewing.

Drakken hadn't said anything for several seconds, so Shego reached back into the ice chest she had brought to take out the ice cream and wine for wine floats. Even if she couldn't take the 'date' to the place she had hoped, it wasn't worth giving up on yet.

Drakken turned as she uncorked the bottle and his brow furrowed as he looked between it and her face.

"What are you doing?"

"Making us wine floats... Ever been to a drive-in, Doc?"

"No... Drive-ins exist just for making out, everyone knows that. Why?" he asked, nodding at the paper cups where she was scooping out the vanilla ice cream.

Shego shrugged and hoped she still looked casual. His mention of making-out had set her heart racing again, even if he wasn't talking about the two of them.

"We may have to wait awhile..." she said, hoping he would buy it. Maybe...maybe the movie would be long enough that she could lean against his shoulder.

Suddenly Drakken's brow rose and a devious grin spread across his face...

"Oh...that is brilliant! A well-thought plan, Shego!"

"Huh? I mean...yeah it is! What...exactly do you find brilliant about it?"

"To humiliate Kim Possible in front of the world and in front of her parents! She'll be grounded for...for... How long do parents usually ground children? Oh no matter, she won't be able to intervene with my plans! I can finally launch the 'Drakkenator 2000' and—"

"Have some wine, Dr. D." Shego interrupted, holding the wine float out toward him, plastic spoon stabbed through the center of the floating ice cream.

He blinked as he received the cup and began eating it almost robotically, staring at her in curiosity. Her heart pounded. Why couldn't she look at him without that happening anymore?

"So...you think we may have to wait awhile?" Drakken said, stirring his float after swallowing a small bite.

"Maybe. They don't seem like the type to move too fast. But you said it... There's only one reason to go to a drive-in."

Drakken's brow rose ever so slightly, and he suddenly turned away. Shego's heart beat harder. What did that mean?

"So...hopefully the movie is good," she said quickly. "Whatever this is, I've never seen it."

Drakken turned back to her with wide-eyes. "You've never seen 'The Raunchy Eighties'? It's a comedy classic!"

"Uh..." Shego looked back at the screen where an overweight man was being rolled over a comically large bass drum in a street parade. Slap-stick? "If you say so..."

Drakken set his float aside and picked up the binoculars again, staring at the car. Shego watched through the corner of her eye as his expression morphed back into a wicked grin.

"It looks like you won't get to enjoy the movie after all, Shego..."

"What? Give me those!"

Shego set her float in her cup-holder and put the binoculars to her face, focusing in on the purple car. The naked mole-rat was now on the roof, gesticulating down in apparent frustration toward the car. The car's occupants however...had their arms around each other and were locked in a passionate embrace. At that moment, Ron looked to be trying to crawl over the gear shift to get nearer to Kim.

"Oh, ick!" Shego said, dropping the binoculars and crossing her arms. She did not want to watch Kim Possible making out with her dorky boyfriend... Especially when she didn't have that luxury herself.

Drakken was humming happily and holding his cell phone to his ear. Shego drank from her wine float and set it down again, trying to muster up the courage to just make a move... If he didn't go for it, well...she would just be putting herself out of her misery. And then she would look for a new job. But if he did...

"Hello, James? ...It's not Drew, it's Dr. Drakken, you—! Ah-hm. Anyway. The reason I'm calling is... No— No I'm not jealous that your daughter is— Nrrgh, listen you— Shut up! I just thought you'd be interested to know what your daughter is up to at this very moment."

Shego watched Drakken's face become more frustrated as the call went on.

"Yes! She is at the drive-in theater canoodling with that boyfriend of hers and things look to be getting a bit...out of hand, if you catch my drift. ...No I'm not spying on her! Yes, she's really here. Why am I at the drive-in?"

Drakken shot a panicked look toward Shego.

"Date," she whispered.

"I'm on a date! Why does anyone go to a drive-in? ...Why you—! Plenty of women are interested in me! ...Who am I with?"

He looked at Shego again. She rolled her eyes and pointed to herself. Drakken's brow rose and he suddenly looked more panicked. But he swallowed nervously and nodded, his eyes remaining on hers.

"Sh-Shego. I'm on a date with Shego... Y-yes, of course she would date me! ...She's not too young for me! You—nrrgh, this isn't about me! It's about my arch-enem— Your daughter, getting a bit too hot and heavy on her date with the buffoon! I just thought you'd want to know!"

Drakken snapped the phone shut, his face fixed in a deep frown as his chest heaved. A myriad of emotions were playing across his face as he stared at the phone clenched in his hand, worry and dismay mixed in with the anger.

Shego's heart pounded. She slowly slid over the middle seat of the hover-car toward him. Drakken's eyes flew to hers and widened.

"I'm sorry! You told me to say it was you, I— I... Sh-Shego... What are you doing?"

As she got near enough she set her hand on his chest and leaned in close to him.

"You said it before... Why does anyone go to a drive-in?" she asked softly. He still looked panicked, and she was well on her way there herself. But the way he had looked at her during the phone call had given her hope. Maybe somewhere in his distracted mind were some faint feelings for her after all.

"But...your plan?" he asked, his eyes darting away briefly before coming to rest on hers.

"This is the plan," she breathed, just before her lips met his.

Her kiss was soft. One second... Two... And then he kissed her back.

She felt her heart would escape her chest as his lips caressed hers, his hands finding her waist and resting just above her hips. She pressed her hand to his chest as her other came to rest on his cheek and draw him in deeper.

She had her answer... And all her worries flew away as she lost herself in his touch.

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About half an hour later, Shego had all but forgotten that a world outside the hover-car existed. The glow of the black-and-white screen silhouetted Drakken above her as he fumbled with the zipper of her suit in the dark. She had already gotten his coat open and was struggling to yank it from his shoulders. But their progress was slow as it was almost painful to tear their lips away from one another.

A sudden commotion in the distance finally dragged Shego back to reality, and she leaned over Drakken's shoulder to look out into the parking lot as he kissed at her neck. She easily spotted Kim's car where the teen now stood outside with her boyfriend, and with the four parents of both teens.

"But Dad!" Kim said, "you know me better than that!"

"Oh please don't send me into space Mr. Dr. P.!" Ron was pleading. "I've had enough space travel to last me a life time!"

"And how could you listen to Drakken!" Kim continued.

Shego brought her hand to Drakken's face to turn his gaze outward.

"Look," she said, nodding toward the group of people several rows ahead of them in the lot.

She had missed several lines of the conversation, including everything said by the adults as they were speaking in more hushed tones than the teens. But the naked mole-rat had hopped up on Kim's shoulder and seemed to be pointing at something. In the direction of the hover-car.

"Oh no," Drakken whispered.

"Zip me up, zip me up!" Shego hissed as Drakken attempted to get off of her. They had previously struggled enough to find a position in the cramped hover-car to lay down in, and getting out of it was just as bad. Drakken's panic wasn't helping as he yanked carelessly at her zipper. Shego was pushing at his shoulders to get him off of her, but he was more interested in making sure she was decent.

"Dr. D.! If you don't get off they're going to think—"

At that moment, running feet arrived at the hover-car. Drakken clutched at Shego in fright, and she let her head fall back against the seat in defeat. She scowled as the faces of Possible, Stoppable, the mole-rat, and the four adults were suddenly gaping down at them as Kim shone a flashlight into their faces. Drakken recoiled and squinted while Shego merely frowned in anger.

"Ohhh, oh, sick and wrong!" cried Stoppable, turning and leaving the scene.

"Well I'll be!" James said, reaching up to scratch his head. "Uh...so sorry, I...sorry..." he muttered, grabbing the arms of his wife and daughter and pulling them away. Kim resisted the pull as she stared wide-eyed at the pair.

"But, but...why are you here?" she asked, a hint of anger still in her eyes at being caught with her boyfriend.

Drakken blinked and looked down at Shego, who suddenly found humor in the situation. She bit her lip as she grinned at him, and a moment later he blushed and smiled shyly back. They turned back to where the flashlight still shone toward them and spoke in unison.

"Why does anyone go to a drive-in?"

#drakgo #drakken #shego #dragko #drakken x shego #shego x drakken #drakken and shego #drakken shego #kim possible #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #writing prompt #prompt

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shualogy · 4 years

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in the city of angels | joshua

⟹genre: angst? maybe a little bit of fluff? mostly angst?

⟹pairing: joshua x female y/n

⟹warnings: cheating, guilt, mentions of non explicit sexy times, mentions of alcohol

⟹word count: 1.7k

⟹summary: Joshua moves to Korea but you try to make it work.

⇒ author’s note: this imagine is heavily based off of la la lost you by niki (the acoustic version>>>>>) the lyrics are italicized and in brackets and I highly recommend listening to the song while reading to make it hurt more,, just want to say who HURT me ,, anyways I hope you enjoy

[While I’m on sunset are you on the subway?]

You breathe in the salty ocean air and release it through a sigh. Wiggling your toes in the sand, you lean forward to hug your knees. The sea breeze gives you a chill and you pull your jacket tighter around your body.

You wonder what time it is over there, if he’s heading to practice or a concert or some other scheduled event right about now. Snapshots of you and Joshua flash every time you close your eyes. The time you went stargazing together during the summer and talked for hours. The hot summer days you spent marathoning anime in his bedroom and the popcorn fights that would lead into sweet kisses and giggles. The times where he would practice playing the guitar, humming random melodies while you read a book and glanced at him every so often. The days of sneaking around and stealing quick kisses in empty supermarket aisles or at empty bus stops. The evenings of dancing in your kitchen while baking cookies or trying to teach him how to cook which ended with burnt pots and pans and empty take out containers piled in the trash. The nights of scary movies that turned into cuddles and pillow talks. The day he was scouted. The day he left.

[You would know if you stayed

You would know if you put up a fight]

You promised each other to call everyday. You would send him letters and videos when he was too busy to call. “Y/N look at this dog I found!” or “I saw this today and it made me think of you” texts would wake you up. Good mornings, I love you, I miss you voice messages tasted bittersweet leaving your mouth. Your mornings were his nights, his nights were your mornings. You would spend your early mornings trying to help his mind calm down from the fears that kept him awake and he would spend his early mornings wishing luck and encouragements for you.

However, life inevitably caught up to the both of you. With you starting school and his training becoming harder, calls became less frequent. Soon the only texts that were exchanged were a curt “goodnight, love you.” Both of you fell into an uncomfortable silence. It was nothing like the silence you would fall into when you would be laying in his lap and he would be playing with your hair. It was a deafening roar of a love that had begun to burn out.

With a break from his training coming up, you promised to call him. You look at the time, making sure it was early enough for him not to be in practice nor too late to keep him up at night. You opened up your laptop, nervous but excited as the skype tones rang.

“Y/N? What’s up? Did you need something?” He looked terrible. His eyes looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“No I was just calling you like I promised to since you’re on a break. So how’s training been, have you had good food lately? I read this book the other day and I can’t wait to tell you about it and-”

“That sounds really good babe but I’m kind of in the middle of practice.”

You paused. “I thought you were on a break?”

He sighed, and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. “I was supposed to be but evaluations are coming up and I need to work on this one choreography.”

A little hurt that he forgot, you bit your lip then said, “Oh I can just call you when you’re done with practice if that’s ok-”

“I don’t know what time I’ll be done, it might be late for you.” He cut you off.

“I can stay up, I don’t mind. Is everything okay?” You could hear the bass of muffled music in the background. You could hear yelling and every so often Joshua would wince at the loud sounds.

“Joshua? You can tell me anything, we’re in this together remem-“

“Of course nothing is okay!” He explodes. He runs both of his hands through his hair, resting on them as angry tears gathered in his eyes.

“We aren’t in this together anymore! I’m the one who moved across the globe to become a trainee in a group that I don’t even know will work out! I’m tired and exhausted and God, Y/N I knew this was going to be hard but I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

As the screen became blurred with the tears in your eyes, you ask with the smallest voice, “Joshua what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I can’t do this anymore.”

[Your toes turn blue in winter, I'm gettin' red, rum]

Weeks pass and suddenly it’s winter. It’s been awhile since you’ve talked to Joshua, both of you deciding you need a break from each other indefinitely. Your friends drag you out to a house party, saying it’ll be good for you to get out of the house. You head over to the kitchen with your friends to grab a drink. Someone hands you a red cup with god knows what and you throw your head back as the drink burns as it goes down. The warmth quickly spreads through your body, beginning with your chest. Satisfied, you head outside to get some fresh air.

Over in Korea, the snow has piled up and the temperature is at a record breaking low. Joshua exhales, pulling his scarf tighter around him as his breath forms a cloud. He sees some lights across the river and thinks, Oh I should take a picture for Y/N, she would love this. But then he remembers. Then he regrets.

[I’m missin' our drunken 2 A.M. strolls in K-Town]

“Joshua shhhhh we’re gonna get caught!” You giggled as you tugged your boyfriend’s arm out your back door. He stumbles out the door and laughs. With a smile, he plants a kiss on your lips.

Somehow, the two of you ended up wandering the streets of Korea town. Warm with the alcohol in your system and with the warmth of your boyfriend, the universe seemed to fall into place.

You shake your head. No, that’s the past. It’s a chilly night out and you curse yourself for not bringing a jacket. Shivering, you let out a deep sigh and ignore the heat in your cheeks as tears being to well up in your eyes.

“Hey you seem cold, you can borrow my jacket if you like?” You turn and meet eyes with someone new.

[And fuckin' on Brooklyns in Brooklyn Your Chelseas in Chelsea Hope that eases the pain, so you remember to miss me]

Tired of training, tired of working, tired of everything, Joshua heads out to a party being thrown by someone’s friend’s brother. He didn’t know who but he didn’t care.

Joshua knows this is wrong. He knows he could get in so much trouble for this. But in the moment, with her lips on his and his hands on her hips, it doesn’t matter to him. He ignores the nagging voice in his head that tells him he could get caught. He ignores how her hands aren’t like yours and how his body doesn’t fit with hers like a puzzle piece. He ignores that she doesn’t kiss him the way you did. For now he just needed something, someone to get you out of his mind.

[And you sold your car, now you walk for miles Bet your feet feel numb]

Joshua wakes up the next morning with a headache and his heart still empty. He sits up in bed, replaying the events of last night. His mouth tastes sour but not from the alcohol. Sighing and ignoring the gnawing feeling at his chest, he chugs a glass of water and gets ready for the day. The dorm is almost empty, save for a few members still milling about. He decides to head out early for practice to give him some time and space with his thoughts. He takes the long way, walking through parks and neighborhoods to try to get the guilt out of his system.

[All my demons run wild All my demons have your smile In the city of angels, in the city of angels]

As nice as it sounded to go home with the stranger you met at the party, you and Joshua haven’t officially broken up yet. But then you start to see the stranger everywhere. At school, at work, and you begin to wonder if you’re being tempted, if the universe is saying it’s time to move on. He makes you laugh, smile, all of these things you’ve been missing in your life. However, you still remember Joshua. Your Joshua. You remember the way his lips turned up at the corners and how you could tell when he wanted to kiss you. And he would. Over and over again. You decide to go for a walk to clear your mind. You pass by the streets you used to walk with Joshua and wonder when they began to change.

[Hope it holds you like I do While my demons stay faithful In the city of angels]

“Shua-hyung, is everything okay? You’ve been off lately.” Chan asks as they stretch before dance warm ups. Seungkwan elbows the younger who is oblivious to Joshua’s situation.

“Everything is fine” Joshua assures him. Everything is in fact, not fine. Guilt threatens to swallow him whole but he pushes it aside. He came to Korea to train and become an idol. He’s realizing how selfish he’s been, and how selfish he has to be if he wants to make this work. Although the lump in his throat stays, he bottles all the other feelings down. He knows what he has to do. And he hates himself for it.

[Pretty little white lies got me good Thought this was love, I was misunderstood]

You pick up your phone and to your surprise, it’s Joshua.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, hey it’s been awhile.”

You bite your lip wondering if he’s finally decided what future of two of you looked like.

“What’s up Joshua?”

“Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

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[If I'm honest, I'd call, but I'm trying to let go]

You’re devastated when you get your exam score back. You could have sworn you studied everything the professor gave you but still, you failed. That’s how school has been lately. College has become a new type of hard and you aren’t used to failing so often. Tears blur your eyes as you cry in frustration about your grades. You pick up your phone, knowing exactly who can comfort you, who knows what to say. But you never press call.

[And I hope you're happy, livin' life in taxis But you'll always have me, you'll always have me]

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.” Sighing, Joshua tells you about that winter night. You can hear the regret in his voice.

You’re angry and hurt but also realize that you’ve grown so far apart. You’re relieved and heartbroken but maybe it’s for the best. Your words don’t meet his ears and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s been like this for far too long. You’re tired. He’s tired.

“Maybe it’s best if we don’t talk anymore Josh,” you said in between hiccups. You swallow the lump in your throat and ignore the the bone crushing feeling in your chest.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, I truly am. Thank you for the love and memories. I wish you the best, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Joshua.”

If you thought about it hard enough, your fingertips could feel the fuzz of his cheek. If he thought about it hard enough, he could smell your shampoo and feel the pads of your fingertips against his cheek. However, you couldn’t reach each other.

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[And I hope you're happy, livin' life in taxis But you'll always have me]

It’s been 5 years since you last talked to Joshua. After some time, you began to date again but no one quite made you feel the swelling in your chest that you longed for. It’s okay though, you’ve become content with the life you’ve made for yourself. You heard Joshua debuted in a group called seventeen and as much as it hurt, you couldn’t help but smile and be happy for him. You’d still feel a pang in your chest everytime someone mentioned him. You wish things didn’t turn out this way.

You look back over the water and watch as the sun kisses the ocean goodbye. You get up, deciding it’s time to go home. You wipe as much of the sand as you can off of you. After taking one last glance of the fading sun, you take a deep breath and turn around to walk back to your car.

“Y/N?”

“Joshua?”

Your heart begins to swell.

[you'll always have me]

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quixotic-writer · 4 years

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Switch it Up (Sal’s POV)

request: @birdgirl1772

summary: For some mysterious reason, Q and Sal wake up in the other’s body. After a quick pep talk they both agree that they’ll pretend to be each other for the day and hope they’re back to normal the next day. As Sal does some cleaning around Q’s place, he stumbles upon a journal and can’t help but give in to curiosity and dive into what’s between the lines of Q’s rambles.

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“meow!” Was all I heard as I feel something small and warm curl up against my face. I feel myself slowly rising from my sleepy state and it’s quickly replaced with confusion. The moment I manage to open my eyes, a black cat was mere inches from my face staring down at me with beady green eyes.

“AAAH!” I let out a scream and fall out of bed in attempts to distance myself away from the cat. When I screamed though, it didn’t sound anything like my voice at all, it had a low bass to it and felt as though I spoke with an accent. My hand shoots to cover my mouth and my eyes are wide and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.

As I look at everything that surrounds me, I am now quickly noticing a list of things: this isn’t my room, there’s — not one but— THREE cats surrounding me, and my voice isn’t mine, nor is this body. I look at the tattoos on the arms but my vision feels so blurred that I can only make out the shapes of them. I quickly pick my now sore body up off the floor and rush into the bathroom.

“Q?!” I spat to the reflection in the mirror with a sense of shock and awe. I stare at each and every detail of the body I now reside in, familiar with it because it was my best friends, but it all felt dysmorphic at the same time because his body is built entirely different from mine. I knew this body wasn’t supposed to be mine, but I was still the one controlling it and there’s no escaping that it seemed. I bring my hand to my face and rub it across feeling the stubble of the beard tickle my palms and finger tips insuring that this wasn’t a dream.

As I continue to play around in the mirror and marvel at the sticky situation i’ve found myself in, I feel the cats begin to brush up against my legs and mewl. I jolt at the sensation and feel the anxiety of my feline phobia well up in my stomach, but there isn’t much I can do since they seem to think i’m Q.

“I guess I should feed you guys, huh?” I speak down to the cats who chatter in response. I step out of the bathroom to head downstairs but I suddenly jump at the sound of a phone ringing. Looking to the nightstand I see Q’s phone ringing with my contact ID lit up on it. ‘Sally Boy♡” it read, a very effeminate name for me. It didn’t bother me, it was actually kind of cute.

“Hello?”

“Sal! Thank god you picked up. What the hell is going on?!” Judging by the sheer panic and the speech pattern and also the blatantly obvious answer: it was definitely Q on the other end of the line. Is that really what my voice sounds like to other people?

“I guess we switched bodies or something. You don’t have anything important to do today that would need me to be you... right?”

“No, I don’t have anything. Do you have anything I have to do for you?” I pry into my memory to think of the seemingly endless list of things I usually have to do, but to my surprise nothing really comes to mind.

“Pretty sure I got lunch with Gatto today, nothing else I can think of. But check my calendar in my phone just in case, and for the love of god DO NOT destroy my house.” The line goes dead and I know Q doesn’t wanna hear it. He’s the complete opposite of me as far as cleanliness goes, if even one thing is out of place if I ever get back to my own body, he’ll never hear the end of it.

I turn on my heels and go to feed the cats as I had initially planned, carefully tip toeing around them so I don’t touch them or stomp on them on accident. As soon as their breakfast is made and served, I retreat upstairs to get myself cleaned up. It’s still a shock every time I walk past any reflective surfaces and see the i’m not actually me.

I brush my teeth, comb my hair, wash my face; the normal things anyone does when they wake up. As I go to spray some cologne, I get a quick whiff of it and just soak in the scent. Q always did smell hypnotically good to me, every time he walked past a gust of it would hit my nose and I would just stop what I was doing to take it in.

“That sounds kinda creepy.” I say out loud to myself and my thoughts come to a halt. I step out of the bathroom and take a look at all the details of Q’s room. It’s a mess to say the least. Clothing everywhere, it looks like he hasn’t dusted in here in ages, his work desk in the corner of his room is riddled with piles upon piles of paper and is completely disheveled. I know this isn’t a matter of a “system” going on, I just know he has a hard time keeping up with things sometimes especially when his depression weighs down on him a little harder on certain days.

I step over to his desk first to try and make sense of the clutter and piles and try to organize them so that he’ll know where they are and why they’re arranged so specifically.

“Notes from a meeting. Notes from another meeting. Paid bill. Fan mail. Contract.” I shuffle through and assign them a pile until I reach a composition book at the pit of all the papers. The front has nothing written on it so I saw no harm in peeking inside and turning to the first page and reading it.

My therapist suggested I started keeping a journal/diary since I tend to lose track of time and have a hard time remembering certain things. It seems stupid but why not give it a shot.

I stop reading immediately and my eyes go wide and pause on the last word I read on the page. This is his DIARY, I can’t be reading this. I flip the pages and see almost half the book is filled with endless scrabbles of words of what’s going on in his head. I’ve never been good at reading Q’s mind quite like he can with mine, he’s always so closed off about his emotions and curiosity is enticing me to read every word on these pages.

“This is so wrong.” I say holding the notebook closed with my forefinger creating an open gap of temptation between the pages. I look around quickly and look back down at the notebook and slowly open it back up. “Maybe... skimming things wouldn’t hurt. Right?” And with that, I was nose deep in the notebook.

Today at set we filmed Sal’s punishment, it was payback for the time the boys thought it would be funny to put tarantulas all over me. I went in early to play with the little cats and kittens that were brought in for the day and I had never felt happier. Nothing brings me more joy than to just be around animals. That joy was quickly taken away though. It was funny at first seeing the little kittens all over him. It was all just mild discomfort it seemed, it wasn’t SCARY since they were small and harmless to him. But when we brought in the actual cats, that’s when I really started feeling bad. He was drenched in sweat, his throat seemed hoarse from the sheer panic and stress to the point where he could barely get anything out, his body looked like it was ready to concave on itself because of the situation. I was laughing with Joe and Murr, but deep inside, I felt guilty because it was all my idea. I caused him pain. I know it’s a part of the game we play, but something about it just didn’t sit right. I just wanted to go and help him and hug him until he felt better. I wanted to say sorry over and over but I knew it would kind of raise some suspicions. So instead I kept quiet and played along... At least at the end of it I helped ease the tension and brought out Big Benjamin Cat. Sal seemed fine after that, and I think that’s the only reason it won’t really bother me for a while is because he was okay after it all. I hate seeing him hurt.

He felt bad about my punishment? This was truly news to me. The way he talked about it too, it seemed so endearing and despondent about the whole situation. Now i’m intrigued and enraptured by what’s within this book, all inhibitions have been thrown out the window and I quickly flip through a few pages and land on another page.

After today’s therapy session, i’ve noticed myself talking a lot about Sal. I love Gatto and I love Murr, let me preface all this with that. But I feel this magnetic connection to Sal that I don’t think i’ve ever really felt with anyone. He gets me even though I don’t tell him a lot, he’s just there for me. When I do tell him stuff, he handles it like it’s glass; He gives it a lot of care and attention. There’s no one else who makes me feel the way I do. It feels like this growing thing for a long time and I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve tried sorting out all of these thoughts and emotions that go through my head with him, but I really just don’t know. I’m a grown man still confused and I think that’s what makes it hard. It’s also kind of scary because for so long i’ve just been seen as your standard single and sleeps around kind of guy and i’m kind of growing tired of that image but I can’t just wipe it away when its been stained on me for so long. I just hope one day I can sort this shit out and be honest with myself.

With each page that I devoured, I felt as though I was peeling away the layers of an onion and was slowly getting to the heart of it all. With each sentence it felt like I was suffering from whiplash because I kept doing double takes to all the seemingly outlandish remarks. What caught me incredibly off guard was the endless ramblings of me, his infatuation with the idea of me. The image of the mental ideas of Brian Quinn was slowly being pieced together like a puzzle with this journal. Without realizing how much time had passed or how much I had read, I had finally reached the last and most recent entry, the one that sent my heart into an inferno.

I think now is a good a time as any to finally come clean with myself. It’s time i’m honest with myself and I stop holding myself back, no more lying to myself, no more blind blatant ignorance, none of that. I’m Brian Quinn, and I admit it: I have fallen in love with my life long best friend Sal. Wow. It feels oddly invigorating to finally get that out of my system. Maybe my therapist was right about this journal thing. Yes, I love my best friend but I don’t know what to do about it. He’s honest with me and said he wouldn’t mind being with a guy and that gave me a small spark of hope, but I just don’t know if i’m a guy he’d be into or not. It could be an unrequited love situation for me and it would hurt a lot to have my heart crushed like that. But honestly, I don’t care if he doesn’t love me back, I just don’t ever want him to disappear out of my life. That’s what’s stopping me from just spouting it out and telling him the truth. I don’t want to scare him away, I don’t want him to feel awkward around me, I don’t want things to change for the worse. I just want Sal, in the sense of his presence, his companionship, his friendship. That’s all. Maybe one day i’ll have the confidence to tell him, but for now i’m just happy that i’m confident enough to tell myself the truth.

I sat there for an unknown period of time. I leaned back in the chair with my mouth slightly agape and brushing a hand through my hair, unsure of how to process everything that I just read. It felt like a guilty pleasure to finally know all of this about someone I thought I had pegged pretty well.

There’s one big detail that stood out loud and boldly to me: Q, my best friend, has fallen for me. It’s so crazy to read what’s on his mind and watching him figure this out and realize what the emotions were page by page.

I close the notebook and place it with all his other books neatly in the little nook of the desk and finish tidying things up. After another hour, his room was back in livable shape. I smile and beam with pride at my handiwork and hope this helps him feel a little more at peace in his own living space.

Just as he was headed downstairs, a knock on the door echoed through the quiet home. When the door opened, I was startled to see myself standing before me, forgetting for a brief moment that I wasn’t in my own body.

“Fucking hell Q, you could’ve at least texted.” I had a hand over my chest as my heart rate begins to subside from the mild scare of seeing myself standing before me. Q rolls his eyes and looks down and beams with jubilation to see the three cats prowling towards him.

“My babies!! Daddy’s home!!” He kneels down and gives a happy helping of pets and scratched to each one of them.

“So how’d lunch with Gatto go? Did he suspect anything?” Q picks up Brooklyn in his arms and cuddles her close and they both step into the house and seat themselves on the couch.

“Went fine. He did say that ‘you’ were acting strange today, he just said that i’ve been hanging out with Q too much. Little did he know that it was me!” He chuckles releasing Brooklyn from his arms and watches as she trots away. “How were things here? You seem fine with the cats since you’re not dead and none of them are missing.” I think back to the little notebook upstairs but try and play things cool as to not give anything away, he’ll talk to me when he’s ready. It’s not my place to pry at his emotions.

“Things were fine. I did tidy up your room though, just thought i’d help you out a bit. If and when we switch back, just ask if you need help finding anything.” I smile to him and he smiles back, it was a bashful smile and it made my heart melt. “Did you wanna order dinner or something?” I say into the silence of the living room.

“Well considering this technically is MY house, I say we eat my favorite pizza: a hot pepper pie from my favorite pizza joint. However, since you’re me, you’re gonna have to order.” I roll my eyes and open up my phone and see that Q has the pizza place’s number saved and on speed dial in his phone.

“Okay Q, c’mon dude you’re kidding me. Speed dial?” He gives a cheeky smile and shrugs his shoulders.

We order and eat the pizza and talk to each other about our experiences in the other’s body. Q got to experience the wonders of my sleep apnea, he told me how startled he was when he woke up with my mask on his face. I told him of how the cats wouldn’t leave me alone because they thought I was him, it got a hearty laugh out of him since he knows how uncomfortable they make me.

“Thanks for cleaning up my place Sal.” He says as we clean up our pizza mess.

“Yeah, it’s no problem. It’s hard to find time to keep things in line with our schedules, thought i’d help out a little.” He pauses for a moment and goes to play with his fingers and realizes he doesn’t have his usual ring to fidget with. He’s nervous and that was one of his tics, but I pretend not to notice and I wipe down the table.

“Sal, uuuuh... Weird question but did you clean my desk?” I know where he’s going with this.

“I did. Books in place, papers in stacks. Why?” I say innocently.

“There’s a... There’s a notebook... it’s for my therapist and stuff... sensitive info in there.” He’s sweating and his eyes are pleading that I don’t know anything. The guilt hits me harder than ever now, but I can’t do that to him, I don’t want to shatter that trust.

“I didn’t snoop around man, it’s none of my business and this is your space, I respect it even if i’m in your body.” His tensions seem to ease in that moment and his shoulders slumped to a relaxed position. I feel like crap lying to him like this, but if it means his comfort, then it’s a harmless white lie. I mentally make a promise that nothing I read would ever leave my memory, and that’s all it will ever remain to be: simple memories.

“Okay, thanks man. I’m gonna head back to your place and hope that when I wake up i’m surrounded by my cats and not a face full of apnea mask.” He jokes to me as he gathers his stuff to head back out.

“Make fun of my sleep apnea all you want, but now you know the pain I live with!” I joke with him as I let him out. We said good night to each other, and just like that I was left alone in the silence of Q’s home. It was late already so I figured I close this night out already and head to sleep.

I cleaned myself up and prepared for bed, slipping into a pair of pajama pants and brushing my teeth. I took one final look into the mirror hoping that when I woke up, I wouldn’t need a mirror to see his face. All I want tomorrow is to just give Q a hug as myself again.

I crawl into the sheet with the cats cuddled up against me. The cats have kind of grown on me today, dare I say that maybe I learned to love them a bit today. I close my eyes and shift around until I was in blissful rest.

When I woke up at last and opened my eyes, I saw as the husky rays of the sun shone through my window and the familiar hun of my sleep apnea machine filled my ears. I peel it off my face and rub off the sleepy sensation from my entire face. I lean over and grab my phone to see a text from Q waiting for me

We’re back in business baby!

Was all it read and I smiled to myself. I walked to the bathroom and was met with the delightful sight of my true reflection. It felt so good to be back in my own body, in my own house.

I head to the kitchen and fix myself up a griddled PB and J and sit at the table and eat with nothing but my thoughts to occupy me. Through that whole mess, I didn’t question the switch, I didn’t question why then. I only had one lingering question that seemed so insignificant:

What happened with Q and that lunch with Joe. I wonder if he found out some of my own sensitive information and didn’t say anything just like I had. Maybe one day I’ll be able to solve, but it just won’t be solved today.

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A/N: Just wanted to say I loved playing around with this idea so much, that soon i’m gonna write this segment from Q’s POV ♪( ´▽｀)

#brian quinn #sal vulcano #vulquinn #fluff #suki writes

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Beetleking

It was going to be just a relaxing movie night. You had netflix up on the tv and Bj was in the kitchen attempting to make popcorn. He likes the convenience of the microwave but also has to resist the temptation to put metal in it. He's been good and hasn't done that yet. Yet being the key word.

When he finally came into the room you had worked out the perfect movie play list. Simple nostalgia to start and then some cheesy horror movies for a good laugh. They didn't have the Lion King in the netherworld, so it was time to introduce Bj to your animated childhood.

He threw himself down onto the couch on top of you, immediately settling his head onto your lap. Your movie choice meant his head scritches. It was a good deal all in all.

"Okay babes, show me the furries." and he clapped his hands to signal he was ready for the film, like he hadn't just said something that would throw you into a mental spin for the next five minutes. You tapped the top of his head and pressed play on the movie.

He was fascinated the whole time, though his reactions were not the best. Laughing hysterically at the Mufasa death felt messed up, but that was to be expected. He was turned sideways on your lap so you couldn't entirely see his face, so there was no way of knowing what he was thinking during the whole thing, but by the time the movie ended he seemed to have enjoyed it.

"Okay, what did you think?" you scratched behind his ears as you asked, watching him squirm with a light smile.

"It was good. Liked the songs, loved the food. Kinda wanna try meerkat now but that's for another time." You smacked him at that. "Hey I'm kidding! Mostly! What's next?" He rolled over so that he was looking straight up at you. Seeing you still had a pout on your face - a joking pout but a pout none the less- he began to make kissy faces at you. Of course the pout immediately disappeared and was replaced but you laughing and ultimately pushing his face away enough that he rolled off your lap and straight onto the floor with a solid thump. Bj was phased though and immediately rolled to be sat on his knees with his arms resting next to you on the couch.

"I thought we could watch some shitty scary movies? Either the facebook poltergeist murdery one-"

"Sounds like discount me."

"Or that one where the people get stalked by a weirdass ghost curse."

"Also discount me."

"Well which discount do you want?"

He hmmm-ed as he climbed up from the floor and back onto the couch, this time man handling you into being cuddled against him.

"Lets go with stalking. Nothing like dumb people and a curse."

"Alright, cool. Now if you could free my arms I could put it on."

It took him a hot minute but he did begrudgingly unwrap his arms from around you so you could queue up the next film. The second it was playing and you sat back only slightly, you were immediately pulled back by slightly too long arms into a room temperature embrace. He tucked you into him with one arm around your shoulders and down to your hand, your head nestled into the crook of his neck. It was comfortable and because of that you two stayed in that same position until the near end of the movie. Right as it was coming to a frantic climax, a hand began to wander. Nothing major to start. Bj's hand not around your shoulder went from resting at his side to resting on top of your thigh about halfway through the movie, which wasn't unusual. But now he'd started to move it back and forth, up and down your thigh. Just light enough strokes to make you almost shiver. It was only when the hand started to move inwards gradually that you dared to take a look in his direction. But his eyes were on the screen and seemed only to be focused on what the screaming people were doing. With a mental shrug you looked back to the screen. However, the second you did that, the offending hand slid straight down to the inside of your thigh. Still stroking back and forth, but not daring to go too high up your leg. But this movement alone had you tense. Not for any negative reasons, but tense in anticipation. And of course, for the rest of the movie Beej continued to just stroke your inner thigh, with only the occasional tensing of his grip. He’s handsy enough that he could be trying to tease or he’s just being himself. It continued like this long enough that you relaxed back into him and returned 80% of your focus to the very end of the film.

As that first bass note hit, signalling the start of the end credits, Beetlejuice grabbed one of your legs, swinging it over him so you were suddenly straddling him. You reached for the remote while he began to kiss and lightly bite at your neck, and making a high pitched whine than you expected, you turned off the tv. Now all of your attention was on the demon in front of you. Your lips connected in a clash of teeth, only for a moment, before settling into a more tongue driven fight. You weren’t all too sure what about the movie got him so riled up, but hey, horny Beetlejuice is the norm and there’s no reason to turn him down right now. Hands tangled in his hair with the occasional tug, he groaned into your mouth and squeezed your ass in sync with your movements. The green -and rapidly pinking- demon lifted you in his arms weightlessly and began the walk to the bedroom, featuring many pauses to slam you against the wall here and there. He was careful not to truly hurt you, but a little bit of roughhousing can go a long way. Team work allowed you both into the bedroom. Your back pressed against the door, one hand reaching down for the door knob and the other alternating between gripping his back and stroking his chest. It would have quicker if he put you down and you opened the door normally. It would take even less time for him to simply open the door without touching it, given the whole demonic thing. But he would admit that it was way hotter to pin you against the door, licking, sucking, and occasionally biting your neck, while you fumbled for the knob and made whining sounds.

He was quick to launch you onto the bed and even quicker to be back on you again, now missing a jacket. He loosened his tie above you and undid the first few buttons on his shirt. He knew what he was doing. But you did too as you took over and undid the rest of the buttons, shoving the shirt off his shoulders. Taking off his pants was harder because he kept disrupting your process by taking off your shirt and burying his face in your chest. Immediately he made moves to scatter the area in as many hickeys as he could get away with, and then paying close attention to your nipples.

You took just a moment to enjoy this, fingers running back into his hair to give a solid yank, resulting in him popping off a nipple to make a loud groan. His eyes closed for just a moment, and it was then you noticed the hot pink strands waving through his green hair. You would’ve expected more pink given his behaviour, but hey, maybe it was just slow on the catch up.

His eyes opened and immediately found yours. His hand also immediately found you, but in a much lower place. He was quick to get rid of the rest of your clothing, and you managed to get him down to just his boxers before he was back at it again.

“Fuck Beej, someone’s eager tonight.” You managed to pant out as he was quick to get two fingers in and his kisses were signalling a move south.

“What can I say babes, you’re sexy as fuck and you give me ideas like no one else. Now let me hear just how good I am.” And let him know you did. He was quick to latch onto you with his mouth. The man was a master of tongues and touch, and holy shit he might as well run on batteries for the amount of energy he had. In no time you were alternating between moaning, gasping, calling his name, and singing his praises to the walls. This paired with you essentially grinding into his face was his own personal heaven. The man has an ego, and you had dialled it up to 11. While still keeping his mouth and one hand on you, he had another one completely free to do with as he wished. At first what he wished was to stroke your ass and offer the occasional smack, but as your moans grew louder and your praise became more stuttered he decided he’d had enough. A sharp bite to your thigh was enough to prompt you to open your eyes. And boy were you glad you did. BJ’s was head between your thighs and he was making extreme eye contact. You allowed yourself to gaze just slightly down, confused as to where that missing hand was doing, only to find BJ was stroking himself over his striped boxers. There was even a small, slightly green, wet patch forming. You made an involuntary hit twitch at that. Which in turn led to a gruff moan vibrating your body. You made eye contact again only for him to wink at you. Another involuntary twitch. In fact a few more twitches. As your eyes continued to dance between his eyes and his hand you found yourself edging closer and closer, until your rambling sounds became more concise.

“Beej, fuck, so good, gonna cum, so hot, holy, fuck, gonna cum, gonna…” And with that you convulsed in the pleasure that spread through your legs and up your body.

With one long lick to clean you up, Beetlejuices grin leaned over you.

“Fuck baby, that was hot as hell. And if you think that was good, you know just what’s coming next.” His boxers were gone in a flash and in their place was him, hot and heavy. He slid into you like a hot knife through butter thanks to your cum, which still provided a nice sheen to his stubble. His groan once he bottomed out started deep but definitely curved upwards. You could tell he was already close. Despite being sensitive, you gave it your all, meeting each thrust of his when you could, before the pace became too punishing and frantic. Once he was pounding you into the mattress, you elected to claw his back and return the hickeys he so generously offered earlier. These actions garnered you a much higher whine and a quickened pace.

“Fuck babes you’re so warm and wet and tight. Holy shit you make me feel so good. I want you to cum again. I want you to cum so I can finish on your stomach, can you do that for me baby? I need you to cum.” And to make sure he got his way, his had was quick to move south and help you where you needed it most. It only took a few more thrusts and grinds before you were once again moaning his name, your voice slightly more strained this time around. Once BJ was sure you had finished and was absolutely shuddering from overstimulation he was quick to pull out and finish himself above you. If you weren’t currently catching your breath there’s a good chance you would’ve cum again just from the sight alone. With one final grunt Beetlejuice finished on your stomach, making a high pitched whine as he milked every last drop of the glow in the dark fluid onto you. A number of emotions flashed across his face in quick succession. Satisfied, to tired, to pride, to smug, to a grin akin to something evil. Before you could even register what he was doing, he smeared his thumb in his rapidly cooling cum and wiped it across your forehead.

“Simba.” He whispered with surprising reverence despite the fact that he looked like he was about to burst out laughing.

“What the fuck. Did you. Did you just fucking Lion King me?” You couldn’t wrap your mind around it fast enough, and he was already laid down next to you laughing his ass off. If you could look in the mirror right now you’d see a stunned face with a faintly glowing smear of light green fluid that was rapidly drying on its forehead.

Once the shock wore off you couldn’t tell if you were offended or if it was hysterical. Wiping the rest of the glowing liquid off your stomach, you leaned over and pushed at his still laughing face, making BJ fall off the furniture you had both been on for the second time of the night. Somehow you felt even less guilt than the first time. Though, you had to admit, his dedication to this plan that was two movies in the making was pretty damn funny. You started laughing yourself, “You absolute bitch, you had this all planned!”

His head and shoulders popped up over the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on the mattress.

“Maybe. But you had fun didn’t you?” He had specs of light shining on his face, only making you laugh more at the whole situation. His grin returned when he wiped a spot off and immediately put it in his mouth. At that you froze. “And who says the fun has to stop there? I’m sure I can think of some more movie references if you give me enough time.”

That night a lot of movies were changed irreversibly for you, but hey, it was fun ruining them.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice/reader #smut #nsft #why yes i did write this for one gag

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 5 years

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A Night At The Opera- Chapter 1

Fandom: Queen/Borhap

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian May x reader/ John Deacon x reader

TW: one of the bandmates is a dickhead.

Genre: Horror ig?? ( based on phantom Of the opera)

Series: A Night At The Opera

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

A/N: Ugh I had to repost this twice bc tumblr is a dick. Anyway, I hope you guys like the first chapter of my (Not so scary) Halloween series!

For as long as the theatre had been running, there’d always been rumours running around of a being living beneath its foundations, causing all the seeming accidents that took place on the operas most successful nights. A light falling on stage.Musical instruments shattered to pieces. Actors and actresses, singers and drummers too sick to take part in the performance, with two circular marks on their neck. Phantom hiding in the shadows, speaking to no one, never to be seen. But to Freddie Mercury, that only added excitement to the already beautiful place he was to perform at later.

“Come on darlings! We’ll be late!” Freddie called into his shared apartment, adjusting his hair for the thousandth time in the mirror, quickly turning side to side to check his outfit. He just HAD to look his best. In the mirror, the singer saw his two friends emerge from Deaky’s bedroom, and he smiled mischievously at their messed hair, swollen lips and dishevelled clothes.

“Sorry, Fred, we got busy,” (Y/N) giggled, glancing over at her partner in crime, before swiftly trying to fix his clothes so he looked at least a TINY bit presentable to his audience later. Freddie couldn’t help but smile at his friends. He and (Y/N) had been friends for as long as his family had been staying in London. She helped him through college, despite having no knowledge of what he studied. And when Queen was formed, she took place in the role of the roadie and the techie. They were so close, she was more than a friend. She was a sister.

“I can see that, dears. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Now, come on! (Y/N), love, do you have the equipment we need tonight?” Freddie asked with a chuckle, beginning to pick up a few bits he’d need later that evening, including his camera. If he was going to this theatre, he was taking pictures, ghost or not.

“Of course, I do. It’s by the door behind you, you oblivious mule,” She walked up to him and playfully nudged his shoulder as she passed, grabbing the equipment from next to the door. Most of the bigger stuff stayed in Roger’s van but a few things had to be kept inside, as not to be lost in the mess of that van. Deaky laughed heartily, sparing a glance in the mirror to fix his hair.

“I thought you were meant to know her, Freddie! She’s always prepared,” Deaky pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek as he brushed past her to pull the door open, holding it for her as she began to lug the equipment towards the elevator down to the ground floor of the apartment complex. Freddie shook his head, tongue between his teeth as he smiled and followed his friends out, making sure to grab (Y/N)’s purse, which had been abandoned on the counter, before shutting the door behind him and locking it.

“Are you sure you couldn’t get anywhere grander, Fred?” Roger questioned his friend, giving him a raised eyebrow as he helped their roadie and friend carry some of their tech into the back door of the theatre, eyeing the expensive-looking decor. Deaky brought his bass and the guitarists amp.

“How much did this place cost us, Fred?” Deaky pushed, worry lacing his voice, knowing how tight budgets were then, anxiously looking at all the glitz and glamour this theatre had. And they were only backstage, so God only knew what the main stage and the crowd looked like. (Y/N) placed Deaky’s amp down and some of the cables onto a table nearby, watching and Deaky, Roger and Freddie placed everything they were holding down beside your stuff.

“Don’t you worry about it, darling. I know someone, got us a few weeks here to perform, and dears, we have sold out most days! We’ll be stars before the week is out!” Freddie brushed the pair off, delight and excitement lacing his throat. Roger and Deaky exchanged nervous looks. What if this didn’t work out?

“Ugh! Where has that guitarist gotten to now? He said he’d be here by now!” It wasn’t uncommon for Adam to be late for rehearsal, or sometimes even shows. But this was important. This could be the launch of Queen “I need to test his amp!”

(Y/N) had been pacing for the last few hours, running around to prepare everything for their show, grabbing water so the boys would have something to drink after the show and during Adam’s painful guitar solos. She poured beer onto some of Rogers drums, fixed lighting, adjusted Freddie’s mic, fixed an issue with Deaky’s amp and even cleaned the backstage. She hadn’t stopped moving since they’d walked in and with Adam late, her stress was climbing.

“(Y/N), lovely, you need to take a breather. You’re going to burn yourself out. Take a break, please. I’ll try to call Adam, just calm down,” Deaky took her hand, pressing his lips to the back of it and gently leading her to one of the couches. He kissed her forehead, running a loving hand across her cheek.

“But, Deaky-”

“No, my darling. Can’t have you too stressed before the show has even started. Stay here, or I’ll make Freddie come back here,” Deaky threatened with a cheeky smile and the girl couldn’t help but give him a tiny smirk and nodded. The long-haired brunette stood up after connecting his lips to your cheek once more and ran out, going to find the closest phone. (Y/N) instantly started tapping her feet, blowing her cheeks out in boredom. It was a strange feeling -to not do anything when she’s normally always moving. A guitar lay in the corner of the room. One of Adam’s. The one he hated- said it never made the right sound. But she didn’t think he could ever make the right sound. One of the reasons Queen hadn’t properly taken off anywhere. But they were desperate. Slowly, the woman stood up and picked the guitar up, strumming it, only to cringe at how out of tune the instrument was. Her fingers twisting the tuning keys, listening until it was perfectly in tune. When she sat back down with the guitar, she realised how long it had been since she last played; (Y/N) had been taking private lessons, but when she agreed to become Queen’s first roadie, she found that she had no time to attend those lessons before. Adam had attempted to teach her once or twice but he wasn’t the best guitarist, let alone a good teacher so eventually, she just forgot about it. Until now, it seemed. Placing her fingers on the fretboard, she picked up one of the coins from the table and began to strum Jailhouse Rock. It was a bit slower than the original song, and some of the notes were wrong, but considering how long it had been since she’d played, she was rather proud of herself. Quietly, and without realising it, her voice joined into the tune, a little off the pitch due to how soft she’d sang it. As she reached the last cord, (Y/N) felt a shiver run up her spine, the hairs on her arm and neck stood on end. She looked around, no longer feeling like she was alone.

“Hello?” She called out, placing the guitar next to her and standing up again, looking around.

“Your playing is rusty, but it has potential,” The new voice made (Y/N) jump and she span around instantly, noticing a woman approaching her.

“I don’t think it matters, to be honest- I’m just a roadie,” She chuckled in response, awkwardly shoving her hands into her jean pockets. This new woman had her hair pinned back in a 50’s style hairdo, a black dress hiding her body. She had lines all across her face, signifying her years of age and she kept her hands folded neatly behind her back as she got even closer.

“That doesn’t matter. He’ll like you,” The woman stated, grabbing (Y/N)’s chin and turning it side to side. A small smile rose on her face, as she examined the now uncomfortable roadie.

“Okay, who are you talking about? Who ARE you?” (Y/N) asked, pulling her face away from her sharply, narrowing her eyes slightly. She knew this woman probably worked here but now she was confused as to why she was grabbing her face. Who would like her? What was she talking about?

“My name is Lucille. I’m the manager here. Do you know that this place used to be an opera?” Lucille asked, taking a small step back from (Y/N). Her smile was still there but it seemed darker.

“No. I just moved some of the stuff and connected everything. Guess Freddie’s getting his wish- we are spending a night at the opera,” (Y/N) answered, attempting to joke to break the tense atmosphere.

“Listen for his singing. You would be foolish to ignore it,” Lucille simply said before walking backwards for a few steps, turning to the door and leaving. (Y/N) was left alone in the backroom, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“Are we all ready for a soundcheck, darlings?” Freddie asked, tilting his head to look at the three men behind him, all of which nodded, then looking to the roadie, sat on the edge of the stage, ready to run around to fix something that had gone wrong.

“Ready, Freddie!” (Y/N) gave him two thumbs up, glancing up at all the lights above their heads and the wooden walkways that helped reach them. She’d have so much fun playing with them later. However, for a split second, she swore she saw something move, but it moved so fast, it really could have just been her imagination. Her eyebrows furrowed but she focused her eyes back on the band in front of her, watching as Roger counted them in and they began playing a song Freddie had written recently called Liar. It sounded amazing. Well. Almost. Adam’s off-tune playing threw the entire song on a side angle. (Y/N) winced at a particularly sour note. She had taught yourself this song as soon as Freddie presented it to her, so hearing the relatively easy into being butchered by the guitarist was painful to her. As the band continued to make their way through the setlist, (Y/N) wrote down what needed to be fixed and quirked, in order of its importance and th amount of time it would take. There was still a few hours before the show, but she wanted to make sure she finished the most important stuff first. Just as she looked back down at her notes, however, a light came tumbling from the ceiling and landed right in front of Adam, making him jump back and crash into Roger’s drum set. Thankfully, the drums weren’t damaged or knocked over, but Roger fell off his stool, making a loud crash. Instantly, all the music came to a sudden halt and (Y/N) ran over to Roger and Adam, panicked and worried. Roger groaned as Deaky ran over, helping the drummer sit up.

“Mother fucker, shit!” Roger grumbled, squinting in pain when he brushed his hand against the back of his head. Freddie was inspecting Adam for any injuries and (Y/N) just looked up at the ceiling, back to the scaffolding where the lights were stationed.

“Fucking bitch is trying to kill me! Hey, (Y/N), you didn’t check the FUCKING lights!” Adam began screeching, louder and louder each time Freddie attempted to shush him or defend the girl.

“That- That light isn’t ours. One of the theatre’s…” She muttered, looking back to the men “Sorry, I’ll go check what happened,” (Y/N) stood up but when she started heading towards the door that leads to the stairs, a hand grabbed her own. She turned around, looking back to find Deaky, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead from performing, worry ablaze in his eyes.

“No, love, it’s not safe up there, we can cope without one light,” He reasoned softly, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing it. (Y/N) gave him a loving smile before shaking her head.

“We can’t have another one falling during the show. What if another light falls and hits one of you, this time? I’ll be right back, I promise,” Slowly, she pulled her hand out of his grip, giggling as he kept contact until her arm slid right out. A teasing kiss was blown in his direction before Deaky’s lover was gone, up the stairs and into the scaffolding. The wood between the lights was rickety, but strangely stable, as was the rope ‘handrail’. Something up here was freaking her out, an odd feeling rising through her. As if she was being watched by someone… or something. No. That was ridiculous. (Y/N) quickly brushed the thought away as she checked every light until she reached the place where the light had fallen. As she took a closer look at it, however, she noticed that nothing was wrong with the stand it was in. It looked quite new and looked almost as if...as if someone had detached it themselves. Footsteps sounded from behind her. (Y/N) shot a look over a shoulder. Nothing. Maybe she was just mad. Or tired. She was working herself to the bone recently. But she needed to look into that light. Did they tend to fall off? Were the stands not very good? Surely no one would try to kill or injure anyone on stage. Right? She was tired. That’s all. She was just tired. When she went to bed, she’d feel a lot better. Yes, that’s right. Though she’d started to convince herself otherwise, she couldn’t deny the tall figure standing at the end of the walkway. And the way he looked at her like she was a juicy steak. Or the way he pulled her closer without even moving. The arguing of the band beneath her died down and all she could hear was his quiet voice singing, luring her in. She hadn’t even realised that she was slowly getting closer to his extended hand. His lower face was hidden by a black surgical mask and his dark eyes were fixed on her with intense security. Never moving off her. A small smile slid to his lips when (Y/N) got close enough to grab his hand. Her rough hands gripped onto the smooth leather of his gloves.

But just as this stranger went to lead her off, his eyes narrowed and he took off, releasing her hand. (Y/N) stumbled back in a haze. What had just happened? She nearly fell off the wooden walkway when two arms wrapped around her waist. Clumsily, the roadie turned around, fingers gripping the ropes. Lucille stood behind her, watching the girl with careful eyes.

“I’ve seen him take interest quickly, but never that fast. You must be careful. Go, I will fix this, you go back to your friends,” (Y/N) scanned the older woman's face, confusion embedded deep in her eyes. What was going on at this weird opera house? “Now.”

Without another word, Lucille brushed past her, disappearing into a doorway, that she swiftly locked behind her.

When (Y/N) rejoined the group below, they were all looking at her in concern, noticing the distant look in her eyes and the way she looked to be in a daze. However, one person who refused to be sympathetic was Adam.“So, what happened?” Adam demanded, finally taking the strap of his guitar off and carefully placing the guitar down. She couldn’t stop herself from looking up into the darkened scaffolding, goosebumps rising on her skin.

“N-nothing. It was just a faulty stand. I checked the others too. There won’t be any casualties tonight,” She attempted to joke but she couldn’t shake the unnerving feeling that seemed to follow her and seep through her skin. Adam raised his nose at her before waltzing off, despite being in the middle of soundcheck. Looks like they’d have to go without one. Deaky made his way over to (Y/N), gently, intertwining their fingers when he got close enough. His lips pressed against her temple, seeing the spooked look in her eyes.

“Are you okay, love? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Deaky always got too worried over people. He was very motherly and domestic in that way. Roger could bang his elbow on something and Deaky would fuss about it for days. Or Freddie could have a voice crack and Deaky would insist on him having a break and drinking tea, even going out of his way to make sure Freddie didn’t even talk. He was the same with (Y/N), almost always worse.

“I’m just scared that another light is going to fall and someone’s going to get hurt,” She lied smoothly. Well, it wasn’t an entire lie. She was concerned that another light would fall. But if it fell, she was almost sure it wouldn’t be an accident. (Y/N) was entirely convinced that that tall stranger had something to do with the first light. Deaky chuckled, though admittedly, he was slightly fearful too. He gave his girlfriends hand a firm squeeze and kissed it quickly.

“Everything will be fine. I promise.”

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I’m Happy at Home || part two

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Part Summary: You and Teddy enjoy the concert from backstage, Teddy disco-dancing his heart out just like his father. When the concert is over, the boys find that despite the roaring crowds, they have no bigger fan than your adoring five-year-old.

Pairings: John Deacon x Wife!Reader; dad!deaky

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: None!

A/N: Ok lovies, here’s part two! I can’t believe I restrained myself to stick to my Saturday update schedule, because as we know I’m a sucker for validation, but it’s a good discipline and it’ll give me more time to finish the whole fic. I hope you like it!

“That’s Uncle Brian!” Teddy told you, his face lighting up as Brian began playing the opening chords to “We Will Rock You”. Teddy’s smile only got broader as Roger set in on the drums, quickly followed by John’s bassline and Freddie’s vocalizations as he played with the crowd.

“Where’s daddy?” Teddy asked, craning his neck to see through the smoke and flashing lights.

“Right there,” you said, finding him off the drum risers already. If there was one thing that could be counted on during a Queen concert, it was that your husband couldn’t stand to stay in the same place for more than a few seconds. Freddie gallivanted across the stage very noticeably, but if you took your attention from John for a second, he’d be off somewhere else before you noticed he was gone. It had always been something that amused you about him, and Teddy hadn’t yet figured out that there really was no telling where his father would be on stage at any given moment.

When John did find a place to settle for a moment, he’d more than make up for his lack of distance traveled across the stage by dancing. As soon as Freddie started singing, John was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his playing perfectly in time as his whole body moved along to the beat.

“Mud on your face, big disgrace!” Teddy sang with Freddie, his fear of the noise quickly overcome by one of the songs he’d known by heart since he was old enough to talk. He wriggled in your arms to be set down and you obliged, watching him with a smile on your face as he danced and sang every word. He danced just like his father, bending at the knees, jumping and kicking to the beat.

You looked back up as they transitioned to playing “Let Me Entertain You”, seeing John hop from one foot to the other on the drum riser steps. Watching him dance on stage never failed to make you smile like it had done the very first time you’d seen him perform, back when they were still playing pubs. You’d taken to calling him your “bouncy boy”, endeared to the way he put his heart and his body into every single song they played.

No one had prepared you for how easily your heart would be stolen by another bouncy boy, a little replica of his father down to the bob of his copper brown curls as he danced. If you’d thought John couldn’t keep still to save his life, Theodore Taylor Deacon was ten times worse. Between the two of them they were never lost for energy, always fiddling with something and unable to stay still. Though some days it was a little hard to keep up with them, moments like this reminded you that you wouldn’t have changed your two bouncy boys for the world.

You watched them happily, Teddy’s adorable laughter at the sheer energy of the concert mingling with the sound of the songs that never failed to amaze you in their beauty and intensity. At some point John stepped off stage to take off his jacket, tossing it to you without really taking his attention from the stage where Freddie was talking to the audience. You didn’t mind, knowing he was in his concert mindset and very little could pull him from it. You caught his jacket and folded it neatly over your arm, happy to help everything go as smoothly for John as you could.

“Can I wear daddy’s jacket?” Teddy asked. You breathed a laugh as you took a look at him, his hair damp with sweat, breathing heavily from his dancing.

“You sure?” you asked. It was always hot backstage even if you weren’t skipping around the whole square footage of it, and you could feel the warmth of John’s body heat still on his jacket. “Might get a little warm.”

“Just for a minute,” he pressed.

You held the jacket open for him, smiling to yourself as his hands didn’t even reach halfway through the sleeves. The hem was nearly on the ground but Teddy didn’t seem to mind, beaming up at you as he waved a sleeve.

“Do I look like daddy?” he asked.

You felt such adoration for him you thought your heart might burst. “Yes, you do,” you told him. “Just like daddy.”

Teddy grinned and continued to dance, albeit a little slower with the weight of the jacket and the relative calmness of “Killer Queen” that they were playing at the moment. Suddenly, at the end of Brian’s solo, the stage went black; Teddy’s yelp of panic quickly turned to a gasp of delight as he recognized the transition to his very favorite Queen song.

“The machine of a dream!” he sang at the top of his voice as the stage lights flashed back on, his high voice blending with Roger’s raspy vocalization. You could tell Roger was tired; he’d been drumming his heart out as he always did, and drumming and singing at the same time was hard work. You made a mental note to tell Roger how excited Teddy had been to sing along with him, knowing it would make Roger smile.

The stage went black again as the crowd applauded Roger’s drum solo. Green lights dimly lit the stage and you felt a flutter of excitement in your chest as you knew what came next; sure enough, the deep twang of John’s bass strings delivered the first notes of “Get Down, Make Love” and you felt your mind wandering to your post-concert plans with your husband.

As if reading your mind, John looked over towards you as blue lights joined the green on stage, giving you a wink as he played the four notes you’d never been able to associate with anything other than being absolutely wild for your husband since the first time he’d recorded them. The song never failed to put you and John in the mood, and you’d drunkenly confessed that to Freddie one night at a party only to be met by Freddie’s delighted laughter. “That was the intended effect, darling,” he’d said. “I’m glad to know it works.”

It worked, alright; that much you could say for sure, biting your lip as you watched how John moved his hips against his bass and studied how his long fingers danced across the strings. You would have spent the whole song with John holding your rapt attention had it not been for Teddy wrapping his arms around your leg, clinging to you again as the song slowly dissolved into the eerie noise used on the studio version. The main lights went off and stayed off, only the glow of the now slightly sinister rainbow lights traveling over the stage giving it light. You picked Teddy up and held him close, bundled in John’s jacket, rocking him gently as you kissed his forehead. You had to admit that it was a bit unsettling, even for you, as the ghostly wail of the Red Special echoed through the dark.

“It’s kind of scary, mummy,” Teddy said in a small voice, his face buried in your neck to hide from the dark.

You patted his back soothingly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just Uncle Brian and Red Special.”

“Where’s daddy?” Teddy asked.

“He’s okay,” you assured him, knowing he was worried. “He’s still on stage. The lights will come on in a minute and you’ll be able to see him.”

A moment later a whistle sounded, Roger coming in strong on the drums to bring the song to its rocking finish. The white lights came back on and you were immediately met by the sight of John bouncing and swiveling on his feet.

“There’s your daddy right there,” you said to Teddy. “See?”

Teddy lifted his head and nodded, the color returning to his face as he saw John was perfectly fine and in fact having a great time. If John was okay and thought it was a good time to dance, then everything must be alright.

Teddy seemed to need a little bit more time to get settled from that fright, though; you trusted your maternal instinct and continued to pat his back to soothe him like you had since he was a baby, holding him close and letting him rest his head on your shoulder again. Thankfully the next song was slow; Brian played piano and you rocked Teddy in time with his playing. You sang along with Freddie, singing “Save Me” like a lullaby to your little boy.

By the time Freddie started playing with the audience after the next song, Teddy was back to his usual exuberant self and happily joined in with the audience’s part of the call and response. You set him down and he mimicked Freddie in his wild gesticulations, the sleeves of John’s jacket flapping adorably with every movement.

The rest of the concert continued without incident, Teddy every bit as invested as the audience through the remaining hour of the show. You had to hold him back from rushing at Freddie when he came backstage after “Tie Your Mother Down”, knowing Freddie was only popping back very quickly to change into a pair of shorts before the next song. Though Freddie didn’t have time to hug and talk to Teddy like you knew both would have liked, he did give Teddy a smile and encourage him to keep dancing as he went back onstage.

Teddy did as Freddie said, dancing his little heart out until the very last song. He looked up at you as the strains of “God Save the Queen” echoed through the arena, recognizing it as the traditional end to Queen’s concert sets.

“Is that the end, mummy?” he asked. You could barely hear him over the incredibly loud but well-deserved cheers and applause as the boys made their final bows.

“That’s the end,” you agreed. “Look, here they come now.”

Teddy turned when you gestured to the stage, his expression lighting up as his father and his uncles made their way offstage towards him. He took off like a shot towards his father, wrapping his arms around John’s leg. John stepped back a step to steady himself, a little surprised at the greeting, moving his bass out of the way so it wouldn’t hit Teddy.

“How was it?” John asked, a smile playing on his features as he looked down at his boy.

“Amazing!” Teddy gushed. “I was dancing with you the whole time, and it was so loud, and you played so many songs, daddy!”

“Don’t I know it,” John agreed with a chuckle. “You’ve got my jacket, I see.”

Teddy flapped the sleeves for effect. “It’s too big for me.”

John laughed outright. “I think you’re right. Come on, let’s go see mum.”

John pulled the strap of the bass over his head, handing the instrument to Ratty to be put away. He guided Teddy with a protective touch to his shoulder, steering him towards you, and you couldn’t help but smile at your two favorite boys.

“Fancy seeing you here,” John said, drawing close to you. You could tell from his voice alone that he was tired; you ran your hand up and down his arm in an effort to soothe.

“I was off with my boyfriend,” you teased. “But I ditched him to come see you.”

He grinned. “As any proper groupie should do. I’d expect nothing less from the girl who’s been coming to my shows for as long as you have.”

Teddy looked up at the two of you. “What’s a groupie?”

You met each other’s eyes, amusement and surprise warring for dominance as you tried to think of what to say in answer. Thankfully you were rescued by Roger, who scooped Teddy up and set him on his shoulders.

“You’ll learn all about what groupies are when you’re older, little rock ‘n roll man,” Roger said. Teddy was happy to forget it in favor of chattering on about how loudly he’d sung “I’m in Love With My Car”, which brought a huge grin to Roger’s face as he listened. Roger took Teddy over to see Brian and Freddie at his request, giving you and John a moment’s peace from your energetic little boy.

“How was it?” you asked him. It had seemed perfect from your end, but you knew there was an added layer of perspective John had from actually performing.

“Good, yeah,” he said. “No major hiccups, no broken strings or anything like that. What did you think?”

You smiled. “I thought it was great. ‘Get Down, Make Love’ scared Teddy a bit, but other than that we both loved it.”

John gave you a knowing smirk. “Oh yeah? And what did you think of ‘Get Down, Make Love’, Mrs. Deacon?”

“Other than it making me jealous of your bass?” you ask, giving him a coy smile. “Between your hips and your fingers, I couldn’t help but wish you were playing me instead.”

You twined your fingers with his and give him a kiss; though he responded as he always did in leaning closer to your touch, you could tell he wasn’t nearly as passionate as you were. You pulled back and took his hand in both of yours, noticing the slight tremor there. He was always a bit shaky after shows as he came down from the adrenaline high, and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Tired?” you asked.

His grimace was apologetic. “Kind of, sorry. I know we had plans.”

“That’s ok, honey,” you assured him gently. Truth be told you were tired too, and though you could have gladly gone a few rounds in the dressing room if he’d been up for it, you were also perfectly happy to take him home and let the three of you get some rest. “It’ll make next time even better. Let’s get Teddy and head home, how does that sound?”

He gave a sigh of relief. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

You gave him a chaste kiss and brushed his sweat-dampened curls back from his face, smiling up at him as you kept your hand in his and looked over to where Brian, Freddie, and Roger were all watching Teddy demonstrate his dance moves. For three rock ‘n rollers, they always melted the instant Teddy came around and showed their true natures as the huge softies they were at heart. Freddie gave a delighted laugh as Teddy mimicked a signature Mercury move.

“Perfect,” Freddie said. “Better than I do it, even.”

Teddy beamed under the love and attention of his uncles; even though he was shy by nature, just like his father, he was completely at home with Roger, Brian, and Freddie. You leaned closer to John and he put his arm around your waist as you watched the people you loved most in the world.

Teddy yawned and rubbed the too-long sleeve of John’s jacket over his face. “Red Special didn’t sound like a guitar, Uncle Brian.”

Brian chuckled as he picked Teddy up and held him close to his chest. “What did she sound like?”

Teddy rested his head on Brian’s collarbone. “She sounded like a ghost one time and it was scary.”

“Oh no,” Brian said, giving a sympathetic laugh. “I think I know which song you’re talking about. I’m sorry it scared you, little bear.”

Brian had called Teddy “little bear” since the day he’d come to the hospital to see the newest addition to the Deacon family, shyly presenting an astronaut teddy bear as a gift for the baby. You hadn’t told anyone what you were naming your son - Roger firmly denied that it made him tear up to know he was the boy’s namesake, but you knew better - and it had seemed like fate that Brian had brought a teddy bear for him. Too nervous to hold him at first, Brian had tucked the bear next to Teddy in the hospital bassinet. Freddie had said how sweet it was to see the two little bears together, and Brian had taken the name to heart. From then on, Theodore Taylor Deacon had always been Brian’s “little bear”.

“It’s okay,” Teddy said. “It was only scary for a minute, but then Red Special sounded like Red Special again.”

“Good thing you reminded me not to tighten the strings too much, hm?”

Teddy smiled. “Good thing!”

As Teddy yawned again, you knew it was time to start heading home. Doubtless the boys had plans to go out and party like they usually did after shows, but for your five-year-old, bedtime had long since passed. You eased out of John’s hold and went over to Brian, taking your little boy from him.

“Say goodnight,” you said as he wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Goodnight,” Teddy said, giving his uncles a little wave. All three smiled and waved back.

“Night, Teddy,” Roger said.

“Thanks for coming to see us,” Freddie added.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Brian said.

Teddy nodded. “Okay.”

John came up behind you and put his arm around your waist. “Night, boys. You’re off to dance the night away, I presume?”

“Roger’s already got a date set up, haven’t you, Rog?” Freddie teased.

Roger grinned. “I have, thank you.”

“Freddie and I are going out to that club we saw last night,” Brian added. “See if we can’t drum up a little fun here in the lovely city of Montreal.”

John smiled. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Freddie laughed. “You stuck your hand through a plate-glass window, darling. I think it’s safe to say there’s very little you wouldn’t do.”

John chuckled. “That’s true,” he admitted. “Be safe. We’ll leave the door unlocked for you when you come in.”

“A gentleman, as always,” Roger teased. “What would we do without you?”

“Are you coming home soon, Uncle Rog?” Teddy asked, his voice soft with sleepiness.

Roger looked like he could have melted. “I might have a bit of a sleepover at my friend’s house, but Uncle Brian and Uncle Freddie will come home tonight. And I’ll come home tomorrow.”

“Can we play tomorrow?” Teddy asked.

“To your heart’s content, kiddo,” Roger promised. “So be good for mummy and daddy and get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” Teddy agreed.

You shifted Teddy on your hip. “You remember the address?” you asked the boys.

All three of them recited the address of your grandparents’ summer home back to you.

“Let’s hope your memory stays intact when you’re drunk,” John teased.

“Call if you can’t remember it or get in some kind of trouble,” you reminded them, hearing your worried mom voice surface almost involuntarily. They smiled as they recognized your tone, one you’d used even before having Teddy as you fussed over the four of them.

“Will do,” Brian promised.

“Go on and get that baby into bed,” Freddie said. “He’s nearly asleep already.”

“Which one?” you joked. You knew he was referring to Teddy, but looking at your husband, you knew he was nearly as ready for bed as his son.

“You’re teasing, but he really does look dead on his feet,” Freddie said. He smiled at John. “Let your lady take you home, Deaky.”

John chuckled. “If you insist. Goodnight, all.”

“Goodnight,” they chorused back. You let John lead you back to the dressing room, his hand settled protectively on the small of your back as Teddy leaned his head on your shoulder.

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