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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 3

a/n: uwuwuwuwu this is an au since yanno,,,, they didnt really make it to nationals :(

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

GUESS WHOS BACK! BACK AGAIN!

anon:

may i request a scenario where seijoh made it to nationals and atsumu flirts with reader🥺

CAN WE BLS STOP THIS SANGWOO/ATSUMU TYPA BEAT BC I HONESTLY DONT VIBE W IT AND IT LOWKEY SCARES ME A LITTLE :o

OMLOMLOML YALL MADE IT TO NATIONALS

to be honest, it was,,, unexpected

you were sitting there, on the bench and gripping it in anticipation as seijoh and shiratorizawa were once again at a match point thanks to kyotani’s angry spike

going past 31, they were now 31-30 with seijoh in the lead

you could tell ushijima was getting antsy despite him covering it up and encouraging his team with a one-liner

your own team was buzzing with both nervousness and hope and iwaizumi was clenching and unclenching his fists in anticipation for the last toss

when the ball went up, oikawa’s eyes flashed, arms moving to set and the red-haired spiky guy was now watching which spiker he was going to give it to

however

he tossed it to no one

instead, oikawa’s hand flicked and he dumped the ball

it was like in slow motion and as shiratorizawa’s players scrambled to the floor,

it was too late

the ball bounced on yellow polished floor before rolling away, completely unaware of what just happened and the lives it just changed

your mouth hung open, eyes trailing after the rubber ball like every single people in the gym

then it finally hit you

‘YOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

a scream from iwaizumi lit the candle of happiness and you didnt even care, running out to the court to jump on your captain, tears flowing down his face and his arms squeezing you tightly against his chest

‘AKLDFJJSHKFEOIOWIHFSKESIFOEWIHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

it was all a jumbled noise from everyone, your team, your coaches, the fans in the stand, and even from that orange boy and his team

the boys were hugging each other and crying and sobbing but oikawa’s hold remained on you, your own tears mixing with his sweat and coating his neck

‘you did it, oikawa-san. you did it’

you whimpered and he laughed and you felt him nodding

‘we’re going to tokyo. nationals!’

he choked out

‘OIKAWA!’

the entire gym rumbled and you basked in the joy that the entire team radiated before having to stand with the coaches so they could shake hands with shiratorizawa for a good game

the locker room was loud, even much louder than the gym, with kindaichi’s loud sobbing and mattsuhana’s loud celebratory singing and iwaizumi’s joking shouts and eventually joining in

iwaizumi held his arms out for you and you giggled, crashing straight into him

you wiped his sweat filled face and he sat down on the bench, with you standing between his legs and his large hands gripping your waist

‘it’s not a dream, right?’

he whispered, eyes closed at the gentle feeling of you caressing his face

‘no, iwa-san. nationals is ours’

you soothed and he let out another loud laugh before pulling you close and burying his face in your stomach, probably crying again but this time, out of joy

for years theyve tried

and now, they succeeded

well,,, nationals should be a good thing, right?

hmm,,, maybe the honor of going

but the other players??

oh god

it was obvious when miyagi’s representative entered through those doors and eyes immediately went to their manager

it wasnt like you were the only female manager but you were an unfamiliar team so you have never been seen before

uwu youre so pretty like bow down to the goddess

oikawa’s hold on your hand was tight and his eyes flitted to everyone who looked at them, as if signalling them to back off and you were his

‘wahh, oikawa-san! kageyama told me that the best of the best are in here! he told me to look for fukurodani and nekoma!’

seijoh’s eye twitched at the mention of your new-found friend who you’ve been texting back and forth and him secretly teaching you everything about volleyball since your own team has been too busy preparing for nationals

they watched you try and stand in your tippy toes to find the apparent red and black jerseys and the black, white and gold jerseys

hmm,,,, it seems everyone had the same colors

‘ne, y/n-chan, you trust our team, don’t you? if anything, we’re part of the best of the best! you got the best setter right here!’

oikawa grinned but you nodded distractedly

‘come on, we got to go unpack and train’

iwaizumi nudged so you had to stop looking and you followed your captain, who still held your hand

but this is a typical fanfiction ladies and gents

as you were walking towards the locker room, there was a team that wore maroon colored jackets and were walking towards you

again, this is seijoh’s very first nationals so nobody really knew of them

they were more familiar of the white and purple jackets of shiratorizawa rather than the mint green and white of seijoh

however, oikawa seemed to know them

‘ah’

he whispered out, making you look up at him but his sights were straight towards them, a hard and cold look

‘ara? fresh blood?’

you cringed at the weird analogy and the guy with the black tips, who you infered to be the captain, elbowed him

‘excuse us’

he nodded in greeting and you noticed the guy with the bleach hair and you did a double-take, blinking rapidly

‘oh sangwoo?’

KSLDFJKDLFJSLDK KILL ME ALREADY

watari coughed, knowing exactly what you meant and it seems nobody else did except for the sangwoo look-a-like

and he raised an eyebrow in interest

‘hm? you called?’

another guy with gray hair, who looked exactly like him, rolled his eyes and he pulled him forward to walk after their captain

but he didnt let off yet

as he passed you by, he leaned close, breath fanning your ear

‘but its miya atsumu, baby girl’

ON GOD I WANT TO COMMIT WITH HOW GROSS HE IS LIKE BLS

kyo, who was behind you, growled at him and pulled you behind himself

‘she has name, fcker’

atsumu faked a surprise and backed away with his hands up

‘alrighty, then. didnt know you had a bodyguard, girlie. but maybe,, later on, we could get to know each other. alone’

YALL THIS IS GOING TO GET BETTER LATER I PROMISE HES NOT A WEIRDO PERVERT AS HE SOUNDS

osamu was annoyed and dragged him away, leaving you with your team, who were also extremely pissed off, especially oikawa

‘heh, the best setter in the country and yet he acts like a horny dog’

oikawa seethed, a pointy smile etched on his face

‘eh? best setter?’

you wondered but not given an answer because your captain would be damned if that atsumu decided to show up again

the locker room was actually the same back home

but kindaichi was sobbing again

‘t-this room! the best of the best! i cant-too much-’

you were busy hugging him and wiping his tears to notice the third years huddling over by the corner

oikawa was sitting on the bench while iwaizumi was changing into his practice jersey and the other two were flanked beside the captain

‘of course theyve got their eye on her now’

oikawa mumbled, fingers laced together and touching his lips

‘what can you expect? y/n-chan is an extremely pretty girl’

mattsun shrugged

‘but ugh, if i see that cheese face again,, i will fight’

iwa threatened, angrily slipping his arms through the holes

‘he reeked nasty! gross!’

makki agreed

‘so we’re agreeing to keep her in our sights right?’

they agreed to oikawa’s question and were going to stick by that word

but,,,,

what can you expect from star-struck players?

maybe its because theyve worked for so long to reach this point that the fact that they’re even standing in the tokyo stadium felt like a dream

‘guys, i need to go and fill the bottles really quick’

they mumbled distracted agreements so you sighed and lugged the crate of bottles

thank god there was a fountain nearby and as you were capping the last one, a familiar voice rang from behind you

‘oh? baby girl?’

you flinched at the weird nickname and thought that if you stayed quiet, hed leave

‘chibi? hey?’

he asked and made his way to your side, you closing your eyes and looking off to the side

atsumu thought you were interesting, not like every girl who would spread their legs at him and press up to him

the fact that you even AVOIDED looking at him was so foreign to him and your dismissive attitude made him so drawn to you

‘look, im sorry if i made ya uncomfortable earlier’

he,,, apologized?

but you didnt know who he was so you didnt know how out of character it was for him to even say ‘sorry’

'miya-san, hello’

you mumbled, eyes now opened but still focused on the bottle you gripped

he cracked a smile and was he,,,, nervous?

usually, hed say something dumb or sarcastic to cut the tension, but it was like he was even,,, careful,,, with what he wanted to say next

‘how-um-you like it ‘ere?’

if osamu was to see him now, he’d think his brother was kidnapped by those aliens oikawa swore up and down were real and was replaced by some opposite dimension version of atsumu

you gulped, mustering up a small smile before turning to look at him

‘miya-san, dont take offense to this, but just know i have a very loud voice and i can lift 80 pounds. and im the first one to ever beat iwa-san in an arm-wrestling match’

you puffed your cheeks in intimidation with your eyebrows furrowed but accidentally looking more cute rather than scary

were you,,, threatening him?

atsumu paused for a second to assess the situation and really understand the underlying meaning of your words

then he laughed

a real hearty laugh that made him go for a whole minute

‘-ahahaha!! whew, chibi-chan, ya’r a rare one’

wait i dont know how to type you’re with an accent !!!!!

he let out a few more chuckles then wiped a tear that fell

you just stood there 🧍‍♀️

‘you think its funny, miya-san? yahaba-kun and i also have a supernatural telepathy phenomenon-’

‘chibi-chan, i swear i wont hurt ya’

he promised but you backed your face away, an eyebrow raised

‘thats what they all say. if anything, youre scaring me more so i’ll-’

‘wait’

he held out a hand out but he quickly curled it, pulling it back to his chest

‘i,,,, listen i know how basic this may sound but,,,, youre the first to ever be like this to me’

you rolled your eyes

‘you think i havent heard that before? i have oikawa-san in my team, for god’s sake! ‘youre one of a kind’ ‘youre not like other girls’ yadda yadda’ try harder, miya-san’

you tilted your head with a crooked smile

were you,,, playing hard to get?!

atsumu’s eyes shined, wanting to finally do the chasing rather than being chased

‘well, first off, chibi-chan, i need to know your name’

he leaned forward with his hands buried deep inside his maroon jacket pocket

‘my name? what good will that do? you already call me something else dont you? a name is meant to help people call each other and youve been calling me ‘chibi’ so what’s the point of giving you my birth name?’

even with a straight face, atsumu right away knew of your teasing as your eyes were shining brightly and had a hint of amusement in them

oh my god hes in love with you

he was in disbelief of your attitude towards him so he nodded slowly and laughed again

‘what can i do to earn that name then, chibi-chan?’

ehehehe kuroo,,,,, im in danger

you crossed your arms and pouted, leaning forward

‘ehh? why do you want it so bad? do you call others ‘chibi’ too?’

your expression of suspicion was so adorable that he couldnt stop himself from lunging forward and squeezing your cheeks between his fingers

‘so cute. youre my only chibi, chibi-chan’

you hummed, swiftly wiping his touch away from you

‘doubt it. ive only met you today and you’re already acting like this. what makes you think i think youre genuinely interested in me, miya-san?’

‘fate?’

this time, you chuckled, head leaning down

and as you looked back up, your heart stopped

by the distance, there was a familiar-looking haired boy with golden eyes and an also familiar black hair and steel blue eyes

oh dear

your emotions went sour but you saw the black and white-haired male laugh and the steel eyed male shake his head in disapproval but had the hint of the smallest smile

they,, were now happy

‘fate, you say’

you mumbled distractedly

‘fate instilled magnets in us so i just cant help but be drawn to ya’

atsumu grinned but you averted your eyes to look at him, a soft and genuinely happy look

‘would those magnets be strong enough to draw us together, even if we were in another life? if we were fated, would we meet again?’

you looked up at him, your eyes still glistening but this time, with the slightest bit of hope

atsumu sent you a confused glance but he still shrugged

‘i guess so, if i’m so drawn to you right now. maybe in our past life we were,,, together?’

he tested out, expecting you to roll your eyes and walk away but you laughed

‘well, i just witnessed it happening so maybe its possible?’

you wondered out loud

atsumu blinked again, getting more and more interested in you

‘chibi-chan?’

he asked you and you jumped slightly to look at him with a smile

‘say, miya-san, what if i told you that i remember my past life? and what would you say if i told you that you were in it?’

you grinned but atsumu scrunched his face together before smiling

‘hmm, i dont know what youre sayin but it proves my point!’

he exclaimed but you cocked an eyebrow, a sad smile resting on your lips

‘now what would you say if i told you that you were my nurse?’

a/n: omg i actually hate how this turned out like bls blast me on this

a/n pt 2: during my break, i actually re-read ‘in another life’ and i wrote this up after i finished it again and can i just say? I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CREDITS TO LITTLELUXRAY ON AO3

a/n pt 3: hewwo im back again and since no one replied with a link, i can,,, guess??,,, that the book is gone??? or taken down?? but anyways, i just really wanted to post something and tbh, stuff like this cant be helped but i really do hope that it’s gone and if its not, dkasjdfkslf again send me the link

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szivtalan · 3 years

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character ask: kagami, momoi, alex and himuro 👀👀👀

!!! omg thank u Ceru! u might be one of my favorite mutuals <33 (putting this under a read more just so I can speak at lengths about each individual character)

Why I like Kagami: this is where I sarcastically ask “why DON’T i like him” but that’s literally the next question so; he’s everything i want to be and more. He has the determination and the willpower to make his own dreams come true, he’s gay as shit, he’s tall and buff and well-adjusted, mature enough to live on his own at an annoyingly young age, he’s funny and dumb and a total himbo as well as an excellent advisor bc of how grounded he is.

Why I don’t: I’m... not really good with explosive people. Violent men with loud voices especially scare me, and I’d think I’d flinch around him a lot and that would make me rlly anxious.

Favorite episode: it’s a toss-up between the Seirin fam visiting his place for the first time (is it where Kuroko confesses his love to him and then passes out in his arms? idk), and the onsen episode. I also loved all his plays against Kise and Aomine. AND the training camp w him running a lot in the sand.

Favorite season/movie: season 2 probably because he’s not a jerk anymore, but he’s still on his way to shed off any asshole behavior stuck to him. And I actually liked Last Game?

Favorite line: “There’s no such thing as useless effort.” and “This is our drama and we write the plot.” because he’s so ridiculous.

Favorite outfit: all of his casual fits... comfy but manly is my Jam

OTP: AoKaga....they’re truly soulmates, star-crossed lovers, canonically brought together by fate.

Brotp/otp no. 2: KagaKuro, I love them

Head Canon: I have several collections because I think too much about this boy, but here’s something I think about his family: he doesn’t know what happened to his mom. He never asked, because it wasn’t relevant, and he didn’t want to inconvenience his dad by questioning him. Occasionally, as a kid he felt like he was missing out on something (seeing other kids with their moms, feeling like they’re being treated with much more gentle care because they have moms), but as he grew older he realized that nurturing behavior shouldn’t have been limited to only a mother, and that he was just straight up neglected without any regards to missing a parent in his life.

Unpopular opinion: I never realized this was an unpopular opinion but I’m glad he went back to America at the end of Last Game. Obviously, it’s sad that he had to separate from the others, but I felt like Japanese basketball has always been just a stepping point to him, and now that he’d beat the best of them, it was time to move on. And it also warms my heart that him getting scouted in the US gave Aomine hope to aim big, too. I felt like both of them would’ve felt trapped in Japan with their skill sets.

A wish: I want him to be happy and gay and to confront Himuro and tell him how hurt he was by how he treated him and probably do the same to his dad too

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: ....whatever I’d say Shinsun has probably written it/will write it, but I don’t want him to forget about the GoM just because he becomes a world-famous athlete.

5 words to best describe them: sweet child with anger issues

My nickname for them: not mine (it’s Sypha’s) but “Kags”, Kagami, Tigerboy, Kagababe, Baby

Why I like Momoi: she is SO nurturing and sweet and she cares so much about her boys!! I’m sorry it always turns into “how they remind me of myself” but actually I get feeling like a background character and being the moral/emotional/physical support of those who are more talented or in any way better than you. I feel a strange kind of kinship with her and also,,, feminine girls make my heart stop, and it doesn’t get more feminine than Momoi. Added: Aomine aside, the Touou team wouldn’t worth shit without her skills tbh, and she’s not in any way less than the GoM. Also, I appreciate her being the one person to try to keep their friend group together.

Why I don’t: Analytical People Scare me like!! how do u know stuff people are Unknowable!! I usually am also irked by her pointing out Riko’s breast size but I can just pretend that’s in a gay way (maybe Momoi likes girls with small boobs and she’s just bad at flirting) (also I don’t exactly liked her calling Aomine a “ganguro” but I have too little knowledge on the use of this word to say exactly why)

Favorite episode (scene if movie): uh the one where Aomine made her cry? It really came through how much love she actually has for her friends at that one.

Favorite season/movie: she was great in all of them!!

Favorite line: I can’t remember the exact quote and Google isn’t really helpful either but the one where she made Kuroko promise they’ll always play together or something? Or that they’re gonna beat Aomine?? idk?

Favorite outfit: I like all of them but mostly I just appreciate her wearing so many hoodies, she looks so cute in them

OTP / Brotp: it’s both AoMomo. I feel like the have the most special and strongest bond in the entire series.

Head Canon: She’s never been shown to do, but I feel like she wears Aomine’s clothes a Lot. Also, they definitely have sleepovers To This Day.

Unpopular opinion: Momoi is good at basketball and she loves playing!!! But try being successful in it when ur opponents are Giants and Way More Buff than you are

A wish: I wish people appreciated her more!! Both in fandom and in canon. She’s an amazing person and she has her own skills and strengths that are rarely explored or even mentioned anywhere.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: her falling out with her boys ;-; I do not want that

5 words to best describe them: strawberry sweetheart to steal ur heart

My nickname for them: Satsuki :> I feel like it’s a little too much to call characters on their first names sometimes but hers is so cute I can’t

Why I like Alex: yet again another woman with an extensive skill set. I love her persistence and again I appreciate getting disillusioned and finding your way back to the thing you love. Also it’s just sweet that she did that by teaching (again, something I can relate to)

Why I don’t: the whole “kissing children” thing rubbed me the wrong way but again, just like Momoi’s obsession with comparing breast sizes, it’s just bad/sexist writing from Fujimaki probably

Favorite episode (scene if movie): adshg any and all where she expressed that Himuro and Kagami are equally important to her <33 that shit makes my heart burst

Favorite season/movie: she only appears towards the end of s2 and in s3 so... I guess s3?

Favorite line: its so Bad that u literally can’t find the iconic quotes of these iconic ladies anywhere but... her story on finding her passion again through teaching kids, and anytime she mentions her fondness of Kagami and Himuro.

Favorite outfit: her iconic olive green coat with the short red shorts... wtf was that I loved it.

OTP: she doesn’t really interact with people her age but I’ve heard she’s shipped with Masako Araki and I’ve seen some seriously good fanarts and like... Yes Good I’d Love To See It

Brotp: I feel like her and Himuro would be that sassy pair that Kagami tries and fails to contain and they get into all sorts of weird, absurd situations asdjs what I’m trying to say is Kagami has to bail them out of jail from time to time

Head Canon: fck me if I’m wrong but she’s the lesbian single mom of the two gay kids she reluctantly adopted from the streets

Unpopular opinion: it’s more like another headcanon, but she can dunk and she taught Kagami how to do it.

A wish: I’d love her to coach the Seirin fam more!! Pls let her be part of her children’s lives (she could also judge streetball games between the goms it would be fun)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: anything about her being romantically involved with her pupils makes me.................no

5 words to best describe them: Beautiful Beach Blonde Basketball....goddess

My nickname for them: Alex!! sometimes An Icon

Why I like Himuro: em dash Asdgsdj I’m joking, I’m becoming more and more fond of the boy. Once I realized that he shouldn’t have been the “bigger person” in that situation and one year doesn’t really mean much when you’re that young and that hurt, I realized he’s actually a good and hard-working kid and I’m sorry for giving him so much shade. Also I really like his snark and sass, but that might not even be canon at this point tbh

Why I don’t: I’m still sort of irked by him beating down on Kagami because he was envious/mad, but I realized the aspect of that situation that Really got to me was how devoted Kagami still was to him after all that. That devotion was what felt toxic, nothing that Himuro actually did to him.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): the time they met up w Kagami just to exchange a dramatic socially distancing bro fist and a few encouraging words.... gays be Like That

Favorite season/movie: I really didn’t mind s3 Himuro

Favorite line: apparently he’s said some iconic stuff that I don’t remember (and my sources don’t seem really legit) but I’m gonna say “let’s see you become number 1, bro” because again, that’s just so ridiculous and endearing. On one hand he really went from loathing Kagami to rooting for him and wanting him to reach his full potential and on the other, honey ur like 17 stop speaking like That

Favorite outfit: his knitted V-neck sweaters and the black coat with the white fur.... boy’s got all the fashion sense that’s missing from Kagami

OTP: can I say.....AoHimu asdfh I ship 3/4 of these characters with Aomine what does that say about me

Brotp: KagaHimu. They can be sweet, but I’ve only ever seen Jake write them really well

Head Canon: I’ve been entertaining the idea of....trans Himuro.....

Unpopular opinion: everyone thinks that Kagami is the violent kid and Himuro is the chill, sweet child who’s somehow wound up with this mess of a fiery tiger, but it’s actually Himuro who taught Kagami how to fight and Kagami learned quite a lot of aggression from him

A wish: I feel like Himuro should’ve gotten a separate episode to explore his thoughts, feelings and past. He had so much potential as a character Is2g

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: him quitting basketball would fucking destroy me. I’d be devastated for others too, but it would really pull on my heartstrings if he just dropped the only thing he’s been so passionate about.

5 words to best describe them: gender-non-conforming emo child

My nickname for them: Himu, Tatsuya, Tatsu

#ask and i shall answer #izukillme #himuro tatsuya #alex garcia #momoi satsuki #kagami taiga #this is long as fuck #also happy birthday himuro??!!!!!

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rogertaylors-lipgloss · 5 years

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Update: Links to Chapters Two and Three

Untitled Ben Hardy x Reader Chapter One

I don’t think y’all are ready for this. I’m not ready for this.

Reader works for the costume designer for the Bohemian Rhapsody film, where she meets Ben Hardy and the rest of the BoRhap boys. I said that this would be a slow burn but I lied and there is already smut coming in the second chapter, which will be coming very soon bc I’ve already written most of it. What can I say? I’m a slut for some smut.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

You looked around at the costume area wondering how you had ended up here. You had been an American student studying abroad in England when a production team had reached out to the history department at the school you attended. They were looking for someone with an extensive knowledge of 20th century fashion and you were the only one who fit that qualification. It seemed odd to most people when you told them you studied the history of fashion, but something about the way people used clothing to express themselves had historical connotations that you desperately wanted to find. You had written your undergraduate thesis on the relationship between feminism and fashion in the mid- to late 20th century and it had earned you a spot in a master’s program in England.

The movie you had been hand-picked for was an upcoming biopic of Queen, one of your favorite bands, and its charismatic front man Freddie Mercury. You had already met the head costume designer, Julian Day, several times beforehand but none of the cast. This wasn’t your first day on set, but you were still nervous. Looking around, your eyes found Julian, who was busy adjusting the clothing of whom you assumed to be one of the main actors in the film. He looked up, and smiling said, “Ah, Y/N! Could you come over here and take a look at this?” You walked closer to get a better look, and the man he was working on turned to greet you. “Y/N, this is Ben Hardy. He is playing Roger Taylor in the film. Ben, this is my newest assistant, Y/N.” You were eyes locked with his, which were the clearest shade of green you’d ever seen. They perfectly resembled aventurine, you thought, recalling the stone from a geology class you’d been suckered into taking a few years ago. His heart-shaped face was framed by a shoulder-length, shaggy blonde fringe that you correctly assumed to be a wig.

Ben caught you staring, and he flashed a smile. “Hello there, Y/N.” He had a thick accent, but you hadn’t been in England long enough to know the origin. Looking at Julian and then back at you, he said, “another fashion student, I assume?”

You snorted. Not that you had anything against the fashion industry, especially given your studies, but his tone felt dismissive. “No actually,” you said. “I’m a historian.”

He looked a bit embarrassed, and Julian interjected, “She’s doing quite well, actually. Y/N has been helping me research fabrics and patterns. She’s even spent her free time trudging through every thrift store in the country trying to help me out.” You beamed.

Remembering why he had called you over, you positioned yourself to take in Ben’s outfit. Julian had dressed him in a black button-up shirt, a glossy gold and black jacket, and tight black pants. Cocking your head, you realized what needed to be changed. “Roger wouldn’t be wearing a shirt,” you said.

“Most girls let me take them on a date before they want to see me naked. How scandalous!” Ben said, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed.

Julian rolled his eyes. “Just take it off, please.” Ben winked at you as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

After finalizing the last touches on the outfit, Julian turned to you. “I need you to make another trip to the shops today, try to find some more pieces for the boys. It also wouldn’t hurt to stock up on some things for the extras.”

You nodded. “Sure thing, Julian.” You walked over to wear you had left your bag, picked it up, and started fishing for your keys as you made your way for the door.

Ben had overheard and rushed to catch up with you. “Wait,” he shouted. “D’you mind if I come along? I mean, it would only make sense seeing as it is my wardrobe your shopping for.”

He didn��t know anything about you, but he didn’t care. Something about you drew him in, enticing him. Towering over you, his wide eyes bore into yours. You knew nothing of him apart from his role in the film, but he seemed decent and he at least had a good sense of humor. Not to mention you thought he was drop dead gorgeous. So you shrugged and said, “sure.”

Shortening his stride to match your own, he walked silently with you through the chaos of the production stage. “Hey Ben,” someone shouted. “Where are you going, dude?” You looked over to see a couple of other actors lounging about. You both stopped walking, and you hung back as he walked over to where they were sitting. Ben looked back at you and gestured for you to follow him. “Guys, this is Y/N. She’s helping Julian out with costuming. Y/N, this is Joe, Rami, and Gwil.”

A tall, gangly man with dark brown hair and flawless cheekbones reached his hand out to shake yours. “Gwilym, actually. Gwilym Lee. You may also call me Gwil, though. If you’d like.” You smiled and shook back. “I’m playing Brian.” The others introduced themselves as Joe Mazzello, who was playing John Deacon, and Rami Malek, who was playing the legendary Freddie Mercury. Where Joe was pale and redheaded, with a childlike gleam in his eye, Rami was more serious, with wide eyes and lovely olive skin. You recognized them both from Jurassic Park and Mr. Robot, respectively.

“So, what are you two doing?” Joe asked excitedly, clearly not wanting to miss out on any potential for fun.

“Y/N has to go to the shops to gather some pieces for us and the extras, I was just tagging along.” He looked down at his feet to hide his flushing cheeks, running a hand through his hair.

“Well obviously we’re coming with you, right guys?” Joe looked over at Rami and Gwilym, who shook their heads slightly and chuckled. Joe was the only one who couldn’t sense that Ben was trying to get to know you and might possibly want to be alone.

Luckily for Joe, you didn’t catch that either. “It might be a tight squeeze, but I think there should be enough room in my car.” Rami and Gwilym exchanged glances. Clearly you were a saint for entertaining Joe, they thought.

“SHOTGUN!” Joe shouted as he began jogging towards the parking lot.

At the university, everything you’d needed was within walking distance. So when you were hired, Julian had been kind enough to rent a car for you, knowing you would have to drive for the job pretty regularly. The car wasn’t anything to lust over, just an older Volkswagen Golf. But it was easy to drive and had just enough room for you shove stacks of books and clothes into the cargo area. You silently thanked God that you had decided to clean it this morning. After you unlocked the car, Joe dove into the passenger seat, clicking the seatbelt before any of the other boys could wrestle him out. Ben reluctantly slid across the backseat, with Gwilym and Rami close behind. The three boys squished together in the back was quite a sight, and you laughed as they struggled to fit.

One of your favorite stops wasn’t far from the studio. It was housed in a large warehouse and the inventory was constantly in flux. As you checked to make sure you had the studio’s card before getting out of the car, you didn’t notice Ben jump out of the car and walk over to open the door for you. “Oh my god, could you be any more obvious, Ben?” Rami rolled his eyes, warranting an elbow to the ribs from Gwilym. You didn’t hear them and smiled at Ben as you slid out of the driver’s seat.

The owner of the shop recognized you and gave you a nod as you walked in, Ben, Rami, Joe, and Gwilym trailing rowdily behind you. Ben admired you as you walked down one of the rows filled with clothes, gently tracing your hand along the full hangers. The way you could so quickly discern whether or not a garment was worth your time, without even pulling it from the rack, was impressive. He desperately wanted to know more about you.

“So,” he broached. “what did you do before you started working for Julian?”

“What did you do before you were cast in the movie?” You quipped back. Seeing him taken aback, you quickly covered, “I was studying at a university. It was difficult to get my visa switched over, but Julian somehow made it happen. I hope to go back and finish up after the film wraps.”

“He must have really thought you had potential. I can tell he’s quite thrilled with your work, though it’s not hard to see why.”

You blushed at Ben’s compliment. Before you could respond, Joe and Rami jumped out of a nearby rack nearly giving you a heart attack. The two boys, from what you could tell, had been up to no good. Joe was dressed in a vintage fur coat with a broach the size of an apple. Rami had on an outrageous hat with large feathers of some kind sprouting out of it. Suddenly, Gwilym appeared at the end of the row, wearing nothing but an old nightgown and a feather boa. You busted into a fit of laughter, tears springing to your eyes. God how you hated the sound of your own laugh, a snort followed by uncontrollable cackling, but to Ben it was utterly charming, and he let out a laugh of his own. Turning to Ben, you asked, “are they always like this?”

“Well, we haven’t started filming yet, but so far, yeah.”

“Oh hush, you love us,” Gwilym jibed. “Got to keep ourselves busy somehow, love.”

“It’s all Joe really,” Rami sarcastically replied.

“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m the only one with a sense of humor on this set.” The boys responded to Joe with a round of “whatever” and “yeah right.”

You glimpsed closer at the nightgown Gwil had on. “Gwilym,” you said, “I think you’ve actually done me a huge favor.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled through until you found the right picture. The boys huddled around you trying to look at the screen. Absentmindedly, Ben placed his hand on the small of your back while he peered down at the photo, and you met his eyes with a shy smile. It was a still of Brian May from Queen’s “I Want to Break Free” music video.

“It’s uncanny,” muttered Rami. Gwilym put his hands on his hips and made a superhero pose.

“Well, at least that’s one thing I can cross off.” You switched over to look at the daunting list Julian sent you on your phone. “Perhaps you boys could give me a hand with some of this?”

After giving Rami, Joe, Gwilym, and Ben detailed instructions on the types of pieces you were looking for, the five of you split up to tackle various sections of the store. By the time you had finished and loaded back into the car, the trunk was overflowing, and the boys all sat holding multiple bags of clothing, shoes, and accessories. While you knew there would still be plenty of thrifting trips left in store for you, the boys had done an excellent job. Arriving back at set, Rami immediately had to go work with Polly, his movement coach, and Gwilym, Joe, and Ben helped you carry everything back to the costume department.

“I had a lovely time, Y/N. I look forward to hanging out again, as I am sure we will,” Gwilym said before wrapping you into a warm hug.

Joe followed suit. “Yeah, I hope you realize we are going to harass you constantly now. So, uh, you’re welcome.” The two of them waved before heading back to rehearse their lines.

Ben lingered behind, helping you begin to put your finds onto hangers. You appreciated the company, especially the company of someone so beautiful. You blushed to yourself. He’s an actor, you thought. He probably has models dripping over him constantly, why would he ever be interested in someone like you. You were short and pale with voluminous curves, definitely not a model. “You don’t have anywhere to run off too?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Nothing too important. Besides, it’s quieter back here and the company’s much better.” He looked down at his feet. “Unless, I’m bothering you, then I can- “

You grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, interrupting his self-doubt. “You’re not bothering me, Ben.” He looked down at your hand touching his and smiled at you. The two of you silently fell into a pattern: Ben pulled the clothing out of the bags and handed each item to you, which you in turn put on a hanger and placed on the rack. Julian watched the two of you knowingly and smirked to himself as he worked on pinning a costume. Once everything had been crammed onto two rolling racks, Ben helped you push them over to where a steaming area had been set up.

“Ben!” You looked up and saw a production assistant running towards Ben, almost fuming. “Where have you been? The rest of the cast is almost ready to start rehearsing Live Aid and we needed you twenty minutes ago!”

“Oi, I’m sorry mate! Just helping out some special crew members,” he said, giving you a wink. “I’ll be there in just a moment.”

Turning to you as the production assistant huffed off, he said, “I don’t really want to go, would you come watch?” He looked over at Julian. “If that’s alright, that is.”

Julian nodded at you. “Go. Have some fun.”

You shot Julian a grateful smile and smoothed down your shirt. “Why not?”

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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