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barsformars · 3 years

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reaction: when you are intimidated by them; ateez

req: Hi, could you maybe do a ateez thing where the reader is friends with another member and when the reader is introduced to another member by the other one the reader is scared of them or shy around them. (...) maybe this is simular to that be its when the reader and member meet for the first time?

a/n: thank you for requesting this! sorry it took this long and also it might be a lil all over the place this was kinda hard to write ngl jkesbfjefjwe but i tried my best so i hope you will like it hehet

genre - fluff, angst | pairing - ateez x reader | warnings - brief mentions of food | word count - 2.3k

⭒❃.✮:▹ seonghwa

you honestly didn't think for a second that you would be this timid and shy in front of seonghwa because even jongho didn't make you feel this way, despite his inhumane strength and athleticism. you've also heard from jongho many times that seonghwa is nothing like how you would think purely based on his appearance, but it's hard to remember that when you're right beside him as the two of you wait for your orders at the coffee shop, his slightly furrowed eyebrows as he typed away on his phone only amplifiying the sheer coldness of his aura.

"oh sorry about that, the boys were asking me to get some fruits from the convenience store on our way back," seonghwa said as he slid his phone back into his jeans pocket. "so i heard that you two met at the gym?"

"who?" obviously he meant you and jongho, stupid, you thought to yourself as you held back the urge to facepalm, not only because of how stupid that question was, but also because that came out about 5 times higher than your normal speaking voice, you literally just squeaked.

"you and jongho, met at the gym right?"

"oh, jongho...yea" it was very obvious to seonghwa now that you were either intimidated by him, or you had a thing for him, because back at the studio you were socialising pretty well with the other members even without jongho's help.

seonghwa would probably try to break the ice between the two of you by sharing some stories about jongho and hoping that you would be able to relate and share some too, like "you know, everytime i order iced americano with more than one pump of syrup, jongho just has to say that he drinks his without any"

"I KNOW RIGHT, but im telling you he does, sometimes, after an intense workout."

"urgh, i knew it"

⭒❃.✮:▹ hongjoong

it was simply just how serious and intelligent he had looked while he was discussing about what he was envisioning for the current song he was working on with the other producers in the studio that scared you. he was more impressive than you had expected and you blame that on seonghwa for always telling you about him as if he was this very soft and shy music geek that seonghwa had to baby, which is true to a certain extent but really, to say that was an exaggeration.

"what do you think?" hongjoong asked once the two of you were alone again in the studio, the both of you just waiting for seonghwa to come back from his morning radio schedule before heading out for some food. he had played a snippet of what was supposed to be one of the title tracks for their upcoming album and you honestly really liked it, but you hesitated with that comment. you were scared that your simple comment would sound very thoughtless, how could you not when the other producers actually had constructive and educated feedbacks?

"i think the addition of the...uhm...gayageum..sound..at the prechorus part was nice, and then the change in...counts..at the chorus was refreshing and..unique."

hongjoong could only chuckle at how you were trying your best to give him a proper feedback, not because he found it ridiculous but because it was endearing and he appreciated it. and he was really only asking while expecting a simple answer, because if the song didn't sound good it wouldn't matter how creative he was with it. if the both of you were friends, he would most definitely tease you saying that he didn't change the counts even if he did but for now he just says, "so it sounds good, yes?"

⭒❃.✮:▹ yunho

everyone would probably think that you're silly if you told them that you were intimidated by yunho. yunho? that cute handsome guy with soft cheeks and the warmest smile? really? maybe because everyone described him as such that you were disappointed with how....cold he actually was, in comparison, when hongjoong had finally introduced you to the other members. it's not that he wasn't friendly, he just didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation with you like you had expected him to, and frankly, you were planning to rely on his extrovertedness to ease you into this new social circle. it felt like he was doing everything out of courtesy because you were hongjoong's friend and that he actually didnt really like you or your vibe or whatever it was. every move he made, everything he said, all felt so robotic and well thought out. and that scared you truly because, is he always like this? is this who he really was as a person?

but yunho is quick to pick up on the fact that you were giving him back the same energy he gave you even though you were quickly warming up to the other members and the room was getting a little noisier. he still wouldnt randomly jump in and start a conversation with you because that would be so weird after half an hour of completely treating you like a random stranger so he waited until someone brought up a topic that the both of you really enjoyed — gaming.

so of course yunho takes the opportunity and asks you to play games with him, and from then on you could see that he was finally putting his mask down and being more like what you had expected. i mean, it's hard to hide your true personality when youre playing an intense game. anyways, he ended up apologising for being so "fake" initially and that he was only doing that because he didn't want to embarrass hongjoong in front of his friend. he's a thoughtful boy.

⭒❃.✮:▹ yeosang

yeosang is a certified good boy by all his members and you know they love him to death, even picking him as the only one they would introduce their sisters to if they had one. he's just as thoughtful as yunho, i don't doubt it, but in a very different way. if yunho was "okay i cannot do anything weird or hongjoong would look bad", yeosang was more of a "how far can my jokes cross the line with them? should i start off with some easy banter and sarcastic remarks to give them a feel of how it's like to be my friend or should i just bombard them with the worst and see whether they are still up to be my friend"

so you and yunho decided to make some food so that you could all bond over a meal and yeosang just happened to come into the kitchen to get a glass of water. yunho pulls yeosang over to the stove, feeds him a spoon of whatever you were in charge of cooking, and asked, "how does it taste"

"i can tell you tried your best but birds of the same feather really flock together" and it really doesn't help that he says it with such a stoic face.

honestly? yeosang thought that it was pretty decent, but in his mind, just saying "it's good" sounded way more insincere and thoughtless than a banter. it's as if no matter how it tasted he would have said that it was good anyways because it was polite, and yeosang didn't want you to feel like that was the case. but how else was he going to express his thoughts and emotions without being too weird like showering you with praise.

but the moment he saw you kinda panic and grabbing another spoon to taste your food hurriedly, and the way your eyes could no longer meet his own both out of embarassment and intimidation, he quickly clarified himself, "i mean it's edible"

"yeosang, that is not making things any better"

⭒❃.✮:▹ san

maybe it's because you were so used to yeosang's dry humour and icy cold rbf that when you met san, who just oozes gentleness and warmth despite his insanely godlike facial and bone structure, you were intimidated. it made you feel so small because, damn, people like that really exist? he has such an outstanding aura physically yet he is so down to earth, the contrast between his personality and his looks so large that it didn't feel real. you were definitely putting him on a pedestal on this point because its hard to remind yourself that he is also just a normal human being like yourself when he was that perfect in your eyes.

yeosang had left you alone with san in the dance studio because you have been requesting to see him dance up close irl for the longest time possible. and you dont know if you had overestimated your ability to not be so obviously awestruck in front of san, or if you had underestimated his ability to make you feel so small and irelevant. watching from the side, your eyes only dared to watch his reflection in the mirror instead of his actual body, and san could tell what you were feeling right away as he also watched you through the mirror in front of him.

san would do anything to make people feel comfortable around him and if messing up the choreography was going to make you see him more as a human you could befriend rather than a great performer that you could never associate yourself with, he would gladly do so. so he does, pretending that he had slipped a little, or falling to the floor halfway through a tough choreography and all of that while he made eye contact with you and laughed at himself.

"it's so hard, im so tired. y/n, save meeeee," he would also whine a little later in the dance session, figuring that by opening up a little more, you would do the same too, hopefully. and it worked, because by the time yeosang comes back into the dance studio, he feels like a third wheel but for friendships if you know what i mean.

⭒❃.✮:▹ mingi

he looks so put together, his voice sounds so mature just like his thoughts and the things he say, his presence just as big if not even bigger than his height itself, his aura just as sharp and intimidating as his facial features. it's not that you feel that you don't deserve to talk to him, of course you do btw, it's just that you feel like you shouldn't, like you would only make a fool of yourself. because the brands that he's wearing right now? some of them you haven't even heard of before and you feared that he would think you were shallow for only knowing more mainstream luxury brands.

and mingi only made things worse when he complimented your shoes which were probably ten times cheaper than his, he didn't do that to point out and remind you that your shoes were not as fancy as his, but somehow it felt that way. but he's not stupid, he can tell that you were internally shrinking when you hesitated to accept his compliment and even adding that they were very cheap, to which he said, "you know i wasn't born dressed in designer clothes, right? i don't appreciate things purely based on their price value, those are really some nice shoes you have."

you can't even blame him at this point because you feel even more stupid and shallow for thinking that mingi was a snob just because his outfit of the day could probably pay your tuition fees.

"hmm, san must have said that i was super cool and that he wants to be like me, huh?"

"huh?"

"why else are you so afraid of me?"

⭒❃.✮:▹ wooyoung

you appreciate how friendly he is, you really do. but perhaps someone needs to teach this boy how to GRADUALLY make friends with people and not just scream into their face and jump into their arms on the first meeting. you won't deny he makes you feel as if he has known you all his life, and it makes you feel very welcomed and accepted int his social circle but damn, you're scared. scared because what if you can't match his energy and he finds you not worth his time anymore, because this fast food type friendship always seem too good to be true, most of the time they are people looking to drag you into a cult but,,, uh, yeah,, anyways.

you and mingi have known each other for years now but the two of you have never even bit each other, not that it was a common thing to do between friends, but then wooyoung came and bit your shoulders before greeting you, "HELLO MINGI'S FRIEND WE'VE HEARD A LOT ABOUT YOU, NICE TO MEET YOU. YOU ARE HIS FRIEND SO YOU ARE AUTOMATICALLY OUR FRIEND TOO"

even though he was so hyped up in front of everyone else, when only the two of you happen to be away from the rest, wooyoung would probably check with you if he had crossed the line earlier on. because while he wants to just be himself, he also understands that not everyone is comfortable with it, and that maybe him being so loud and open gave you no chance to open up to him, ironically. conclusion, he's also a thoughtful boy, just a little too excited sometimes.

"oh yeah, and sorry i called you "mingi's friend" instead of your name, i kinda forgot."

⭒❃.✮:▹ jongho

there's a lot of things about jongho that intimidates the hell out of you. why is this boy good at literally everything???? you wouldn't win him at sports, or singing, rapping, drawing, and the list just goes on and on. you were always a little intimidated by him, but today was just,,,, too much. so you were trying to piece together a jigsaw puzzle with wooyoung and jongho just had to come into the room right when you were visibly stressed out.

"wooyoung, i really can't find this piece i need oh my go- grrrrr" you grunted as you sift through the countless number of puzzle pieces with one hand, the other pushing your hair away from your face. and jongho just watches the two of you quietly from the corner of the room with a plate of fruits in his hands because he doesn't know if it was the right time to interrupt.

"can i help" he finally asks after a few minutes. so you let him, and somehow he's piecing the puzzle together faster than you and wooyoung combined, and this scares you because now you feel like a fool. and being so stressed out in front of him was just embarrassing with how he was doing this with ease. on top of all of that, you didn't need to be worse than jongho in yet another aspect. but on the other hand, your friend was very amused.

"shit, how are you so good at this too" "you just got to stay calm so you can think straight and see clearly" jongho answers, intentionally shooting you a glance and a smile, and you feel heat rushing to your cheeks. you can't tell if he was making fun of you or not, though you would not even blame him for doing so. jongho leaves the plate of fruits with the two of you and leaves the room shortly after helping piece almost a quarter of the puzzle. but right before he leaves, he says "feel free to ask me for help if yall are still struggling"

"wooyoung, please tell me that was him being friendly"

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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@mevlliflous

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe.” X Damiano

(I promise this one isn’t an Uno based fight😅)

Damiano was in the back of a cab, his suitcase resting in the trunk while he looked anxiously out the window.

He had been away on tour for 4 moths, not having seen y/n even once. He missed her so much and loved her more than ever, but he had messed up. He was weary and scared of how y/n would react, his mind terrified at the idea of losing her.

The car slowed to a stop, Damiano paying the driver and heading to the entrance of his home, suitcase in one hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other.

He walked up the few steps that led to the door, admiring the well kept garden, seeing the little fairy house he had built with y/n right before leaving.

He rested his head against the door, breathing deeply, before knocking on it.

In less then a moment, he was met with the most mesmerizing girl he had seen in his life, the one he loved the most in this whole world.

Her arms were wrapped around him in a second, squeezing him tightly and hugging him as if the world would end tomorrow.

“DAMIANO!! YOU’RE BACK!” She screamed full of excitement, parting away so that she could see his gorgeous face. Y/n’s face fell as she noticed the worry and distress in her lover’s face.

“Amore, what’s wrong? You’re worried.”

At those words, seeing her concern and sorrow, Damiano broke apart, falling to his knees and crying, his face hidden in her stomach.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry cara mia! You have to believe me I love you and only you! I can’t picture my life without your glowing presence besides me! You have to believe me please! Im so fucking sorry!” He pleaded, trying to speak between his sobs, as the cotton dress y/n was wearing became soaked with his tears.

She knelt to the ground, enveloping him in a reassuring hug, and stroked his soft hair.

“Shhh, amore, it’s alright. No matter what happened, we’ll talk it through. Okay? Look at me. Breathe. Breathe with me.”

Damiano closed his eyes and nuzzled further into the crook of y/n’s neck, doing his best to listen to her heartbeat.

“Good, just breathe with me.”

The couple were soon in sync, as y/n kept caressing Damiano’s face. She eventually tilted his face towards her, and brushed a delicate finger underneath his eyes, wiping away his tears.

“Let’s go inside and talk there, alright amore?” She asked him softly, leading him inside once he nodded.

They both sat together on the couch. Y/n grabbed Damiano’s hands in her own and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Amore, what happened?” She questioned him once more, a soft, empathetic look on her face.

Damiano’s eyes pooled with tears once more as disgust filled the rest of his features. He looked down and squeezed Y/n’s hands.

“I cheated on you.” He whispered, afraid that his own consciousness would hear and destroy him further.

He heard y/n’s breath catch in her throat, as the grip on his hands softened. He was terrified of looking up and seeing what he had caused. A deafening silence filled the room, broken by both of their hearts beating out of their chest.

“Do you still love me?” Her broken voice made its way to Damiano’s ears.

“Always. You know that Y/n. You have my heart. And you always will. I never felt as content and relaxed as I am with you. My life is crazy and constantly moving, but it all feels like it slows down when I am with you, cara mia.”

He took a deep breath and continued.

“You are the only thing in my head. When I wake up, I imagine being next to you. When I shower, I imagine doing it with you. Every concert, every time I sing, my heart dedicates it to you. I fucked up y/n. I know I fucking did. I just went insane, got drunk and blacked out. The next morning..”

Tears kept falling down his face and onto the couch as he tried to keep his composure, at least until he could finish all that he had to say.

“You can leave me if you want. You can stay. You can slap me, hurt me, hate me. I just want you to be happy. I need you, Y/n.”

She looked up and saw the devastation in Damiano’s eyes. Concern flooded her as she thought about him being completely unconscious in a strangers room. But knowing how much he loved her is all she needed.

“Damiano, it’s okay. I understand.” She assured him, cupping his cheek.

“No, cazzo. You shouldn’t. You deserve better than this. I shouldn’t have.. fuck Y/n I’m so fucking sorry and no, you shouldn’t have to understan-“

“Stop! Please. Just let me talk.”

Damiano looked up at her and silently nodded.

“When I was younger, I ended up doing the same thing. I was in love Dami, but I had to be away from them for so long.. and then something went wrong with work, I got drunk… and I lost them forever.”

Y/n took a deep breath before continuing again.

“I know how you feel. I’ve felt the devastation and guilt. But we have to make this work.”

The singer slightly furrowed his brows, and leaned over to cup her face.

“I didn’t know this happened to you…”

“I was too afraid to tell you. I was ashamed of it all.” Her voice broke at the last word, averting her gaze.

“But… you said have to…” He looked at her fearful expression and his mind started racing once more.”

“Y/n, Is something wrong?”

She looked at him, struggling to memorize every single one of his features before they would disappear from her once more. She did her best to calm herself, before leading his hand to her stomach, preparing herself for the worst.

“Oh amore, we have to make this work. We won’t be alone anymore in a few moths.”

Damiano’s face lit up at the realization, his eyes not being able to choose between looking at his beloved or her bump.

“OH CAZZO! I DIDN’T NOTICE IT BEFORE!” He shot up, taking her up with him, before grabbing her and spinning her around the room, screaming with glee.

“Y/N! HOW LONG? HOW? I-“ The singer was mind blown. He couldn’t even figure out how all of this took such a delightful turn.

“Fuck, why are you crying mi amore?” He was by her side in a second, grabbing her gorgeous, delicate face in his hands.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me after you would find out!” She cried, bringing up her hands to wipe away the tears.

“I think we have had too many close calls tonight” he huffed, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her head, smiling contently.

“Damiano, I think we should just take it all from the start now.”

“We always will amore. In this life and the next. We did that in all of our previous ones. We’re soulmates, and we will meet again, we will always find our way to one another.”

Y/n couldn’t believe her ears. She felt safe and protected in Damiano’s arms, knowing he will never leave her.

Damiano started humming a love song in y/n’s ear, which slowly turned into him serenading his soulmate, pressing loving kisses to her stomach as he envisioned their future together.

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#maneskin #damiano david #måneskin #you guys have no idea how hard it was to NOT make this a funny thing in the end

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lucifer-sam · 2 years

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i'm getting lost in thee prog fandom... quick tell me what textures and aesthetics different prog bands Exude by sound only (no album art, no lives, no nothing) /nf

you can throw in non-prog too bcz deep purple deserves a spot

I REALLY LIKE THIS IDEA…..im getting over being sick atm and I needed something to get me really back into posting so thank you :DD

doing the main prog bands for now but i may do a part 2 with other prog bands I love

yes: whenever i hear yes songs i feel like im in some sort of a cottage in the forest. also jon anderson looks like he’d be the type of guy to like deer can we make this happen just someone draw jon anderson with a deer /lh BUT ALSO WIZARD/ASTROLOGY AESTHETICS I SEE SO MUCH TOO… cottagecore/astrology/wizardry aesthetics for the win

king crimson: when i hear king crimson i immediately envision a bunch of guys who barley go outside all hanging out in the back of a library together, reading books and making music. so like, maybe some sort of book aesthetic? at the same time though i kind of a dark/wooded forest aesthetic or even dark academia tbh!!! nighttime aesthetics as a whole work well tbh

rush: there’s this one aesthetic I recently discovered called adventurecore and tbh i always feel like whenever I hear rush songs it’s taking me on a long trek ultimately reaching the end of the journey (song)! i also heavily think about light academia for some reason, but maybe that’s just me aksjdhdhdhdh

emerson, lake & palmer: i sometimes associate ELP with the rain for some reason?? when I hear them I just think of the rain and imagine that it’s raining outside (probably just a me thing again akshshshsh), i also would say both light & dark academia and nighttime aesthetics like I said for king crimson aksjdhdh

pink floyd: these are probably the most obvious answers but space and sea aesthetics tbh, ESPECIALLY jellyfish!!! the deep sea definitely gives me pink floyd vibes especially with the nature of some of their songs

genesis: weirdcore. weirdcore all the way these guys invented weirdcore thank you goodnight /j but seriously im right looking at you peter gabriel!!!!

and just for funsies bc i can’t not include them:

deep purple: again another obvious answer but a mix of both occultist/coven/witchy aesthetics and medieval aesthetics (looking at you ritchie.)

I WILL PUT IMAGES IN A BIT IM MAKING SOME COLLAGES TO DESCRIBE MY WORDS AKDJSHDHDH

#asks

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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A Long Way Home - Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~7900 total, about ~4450 in part 2 (minus the song lyrics used) Author’s Note: The song featured is Audience of One by Rise Against, it can be found in the playlist, here. I hope you enjoy the conclusion to the story!

As the tour rolled on, (YN) started to wonder if maybe there was a chance that the crazy commenters online were right about the possibility of her and Gerard being something.

It seemed like he always made time to see them perform now, and talked to her when he got the chance. It was never overtly flirtatious, but she couldn't help but wonder and hope that he was trying to get closer to her.

Unfortunately the tour had reached the halfway point and that meant saying goodbye to Taking Back Sunday. (YN) felt so thankful that she could now count Adam, John, Shawn and Mark among her friends.

Now Crystal Lake Cemetery had joined the tour and the overall vibe shifted. There had been such a welcoming camaraderie at first, but the new band didn't seem to want much to do with anyone else, returning to their own bus after their set was done. Rebecca and Jake took their lead, leaving Liam and (YN) to hang out with My Chem whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Now it was finally one of the rare days where there was enough time between shows to get a night in a hotel. Everyone appreciated the chance to get a decent shower and sleep in a real bed.

Everyone except (YN). She found herself on a couch in the hotel lobby after going out for dinner and drinks with Liam. He had started chatting with a guy, and ended up bringing him back to the hotel. All she could do now was wait for him to let her know it was ok to come back to the room and scroll through social media.

Up in his room, Gerard was doing the same when he noticed the square icon at the top of his phone. He smiled to himself when he saw that it was a notification that (YN) had updated her story. He opened it up and saw it was a selfie of her pouting dramatically. With the caption "i havent been sexiled from a room since that semester i went to college 😫"

‘Where are you?’

The DM from Gerard surprised (YN), not only because he saw her post, but how quickly after posting it he responded.

‘Lobby. Liam brought a guy back, so I'm waiting for the all clear to go back up.’

‘Wanna hang out in my room?’

(YN) felt her heart rate shoot up. ‘Sure’ she replied as casually as she could with shaking fingers.

‘529′ he replied moments later and she jumped up, hurrying to the elevator. The ride up felt like it was moving painfully slow. She tried to keep her pace casual as she walked down the hall and smiled at Luke and Will, two of the members of Crystal Lake Cemetery who were talking in the doorway of the room across the hall, before knocking on Gerard's door.

“Hey,” he greeted her with a smile and she tried to keep from letting her knees go weak.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me up. I was getting kinda bored in the lobby,” she laughed as she walked in.

“Of course. Umm, wanna watch a movie?" Gerard asked as he made his way over to the couch.

"Sure, whatever's on," (YN) replied as she sat down next to him. She couldn’t help but wonder who designed the layout of the room with the couch not actually facing the tv as she found herself sitting sideways.

"Looks like The Martian is about to start, have you seen it?"

"Once when I was in a hotel room in Rochester, but I had taken so many cold meds that day, I'm pretty sure I thought I was a martian," she laughed. "I was so sick that tour. I hate when they schedule shows in the winter."

“I agree, those are always kinda miserable, seems like everything is always cold and wet. Oh, do you wanna stretch out?” He asked when he noticed how she was shifting uncomfortably.

“Sure,” she laughed a little nervously as she stretched her legs out over his lap. It wasn’t much later that her eyelids began to grow heavy and the next thing she knew, she was waking up as the end credits were playing, and her head was against Gerard's shoulder. Then she realized his arm was around her, his other hand on her shin, rubbing small circles, almost absentmindedly. "I guess I'm never gonna see this movie," she mumbled, feeling a little awkward.

"That's too bad, it was pretty good," Gerard laughed.

(YN) picked up her phone from where it had slid to the floor and saw that Liam still hadn't messaged her. "Damn dude," she muttered.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, Liam still hasn't given me the all clear. I guess him and this guy really hit it off.”

"How are things with the other two? They never seem to be around much."

"Weird. I dunno, something is going on and no one is talking about it. Well no, they're talking about it, but not to us. Liam overheard Rebecca telling Jake that I’m selfish and I care more about the band as a concept than as four people making music together," she sighed. "And I do see it now that it's been pointed out."

Gerard shook his head. "I get it, I was the same way the first time round. I wanted everything to be the way I envisioned it in my head, I had that goal that I was working toward and that was all I was focused on. Though, for what it's worth, I think you're pretty great."

"Stop," she replied, covering her face with her hands to hide the fact that she was blushing.

"I'm not kidding," he said tugging at her wrists. When she looked up, he was smiling softly at her.

She shook her head. "Anyway, can I crash on your couch tonight? I'm not sure the staff would appreciate a rock star sleeping in the lobby."

"You take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch," Gerard replied.

"Gee, no, I'm the one who is invading your space!" She said getting up.

"I invited you," he replied, getting up as well.

"Share?" The word tumbled out of her mouth before she could even realize what she said.

Gerard looked a little caught off guard. “Oh, umm, yea-”

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to. Again, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No, (YN), it’s fine,” he shook his head. “Please don’t worry, we can share.”

She nodded. “Ok, fine.”

The next morning she woke up and Gerard was still sleeping peacefully next to her. That was a sight she felt like she could really get used to and had to restrain herself from reaching out and brushing the hair from his face. He looked so peaceful and it warmed her heart. She rolled over and checked her almost dead phone, and found Liam had finally messaged her.

‘Ok, you can come back now’

‘Yooooooooooooo where are you i wanna talk to you come back’

‘For real text me back, i’m getting worried, if ur dead an its my fault im gonna be so mad at you’

She tried not to laugh out loud and wake Gerard. ‘I’m fine, found another room to crash in, we’ll talk soon 😁’

“Hey,” Gerard mumbled sleepily next to her.

“Hi. Thanks for letting me stay here last night,” she said as she rolled over and smiled at him.

“Anytime. I really like hanging out with you (YN).”

“Same. We should do it more often," she offered with a shrug.

"I'd love that," he replied softly.

"I should get going, Liam sent me about 100 texts," she said shaking her head. She got up and gathered the few things she had brought with her to Gerard's room. "Thanks again," she said. She didn't realize what she was doing when she held her arms out for a hug.

He smiled and got up and wrapped his arms around her. Her heart was pounding so hard she worried he would notice, but he was so warm and smelled good, she quickly forgot her worried.

Eventually she pulled back, and gave him a wave before heading out. When she opened the door, she noticed the door across the hall quickly close. She shook her head in confusion as she headed back to her room.

From that day on, things began to get strange. Garden of Woe's gear and wardrobe carts were moved into different rooms, their dinner orders were cancelled, and at a soundcheck Liam and Rebecca both found their instruments wildly out of tune, despite the guitar tech claiming he had tuned them before any of the bands came in.

“It feels like someone is fucking with us,” Liam said shaking his head as he and (YN) hung out with My Chem’s in their dressing room.

“The only thing that’s different is Crystal Lake Cemetery is here now,” Mikey said cautiously.

“Why would they be messing with us though? Are they hazing us?” (YN) asked. “I’ve never experienced anything like this, and we aren’t close enough to them for this to be okay.”

“I’m gonna have the tour manager talk to them, it’s not right that this is happening to you,” Gerard said from his spot next to (YN).

“Thanks,” (YN) smiled up at him appreciatively.

“Of course,” he replied looking back at her fondly. They were again oblivious to the looks being exchanged by their friends around them.

The talk must have worked, as nothing further was done to mess with the bands stuff, but what (YN) didn’t know was how the rumor mill was now working overtime.

“I can’t deal with this, I fucking can’t deal with this. Fuck this, fuck you, I can’t believe it,” (YN) snapped before rushing out of the dressing room. Tears stung at her eyes, blurring her vision so she couldn’t see who she ran into. "Fuck, sorry."

“Woah, (YN) what’s wrong?” She heard Gerard ask. She just shook her head in response and looked up at the ceiling, trying in vain to keep the tears in place. She felt Gerard taking her arm and leading her into another dressing room for privacy. But as soon as the door was shut behind them, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

"It's over, it's all over," (YN) sobbed.

"What is? What's going on?" Gerard asked, concerned, rubbing her arms.

"Rebecca and Jake are leaving the band at the end of the tour."

"What?! Why?"

"They're gonna go have a kid and be a family and leave us behind," she wailed, the tears coming harder again. Gerard pulled her in tight and let her cry on his shoulder.

(YN) had no sense of how long she had been crying when she finally felt herself calming down and her tears slowing. "I'm so so sorry. You don't need to be bothered by my stupid problems. You're like the most important person here and I'm nobody. I’m nobody with no band anymore," (YN) said pulling back and wiping her eyes. She was thankful she hadn't put on her stage makeup yet, or his olive jacket would have been ruined.

Gerard shook his head, his eyes soft and full of sadness for her. "No, you’re important to me. And yea your band is gonna change, but you’re so talented, so is Liam, you're gonna do amazing things.”

“You think?” she asked looking up at him and he nodded. “Thank you for helping me calm down.”

“Anytime.”

She realized his hands had settled on her waist, and she looked back up at him as she clung to his jacket, to find he was still smiling down at her softly. This was the dream for her. Well, not the part where she found out half her band was leaving, but being held by Gerard Way while on tour together. The fan fic was practically writing itself in her mind until she felt her phone vibrating in her back pocket.

“Ugh, I gotta go deal with this,” she replied when she saw the text messages rolling in from Clark in all capital letters with many expletives and exclamation marks.

Garden of Woe's show that night was not their best, but no one spoke of it, mainly due to none of the band members speaking to each other at all. The bus ride to the next town was silent and when they arrived, Liam and (YN) found a private place to talk about the situation alone.

"I can learn drums, and play and sing like Don Henley. Or we could call Dallon and Ryan and see if they wanna form a supergroup? I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND Garden of Woe?" (YN) suggested.

"Genius," Liam laughed. "But (YN), we're gonna be fine. We'll figure this out as we go along. Well take a break and maybe they'll even change their minds."

"Jake maybe, but I doubt Rebecca will. She's been on edge for a long time, I just don't know if this life was ever for her. Maybe she's doing exactly what she needs to."

"What was it she called you?" Liam smirked.

"Scene whore," (YN) laughed darkly as she shook her head.

"Yea, that was something else.”

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I got my call with my therapist in five minutes."

"You doing ok?" Liam asked, concern crossing his face.

"This whole situation just reminded me a lot of what my mom did. Bailing on us to form a new family and all that."

Liam nodded thoughtfully, remembering how betrayed (YN) had felt when her mom left. "I get it," he replied as (YN) got up. "But hey."

"What?" (YN) stopped in her tracks.

"Remember what got you through back then?"

A smile fought its way across (YN)'s face. "Listening to hours and hours of My Chemical Romance?" Liam shrugged with a smug smile. "I'll give it a shot," (YN) laughed.

That night as she stood off stage (YN) felt like she was going to puke. The crowd was already so loud and the lights hadn’t even gone down yet.

“Ready?” Liam asked.

“Not at all,” she shook her head. “But fuck it, let’s go.”

The duo walked out on stage, where two stools and microphones were set up, a spotlight shining down. “What’s up California?!” (YN) shouted and the crowd cheered. “We are half of Garden of Woe, unfortunately Rebecca and Jake are both feeling under the weather tonight, so we’re gonna do a short acoustic set for you and then Crystal Lake Cemetery is gonna be out here to do an extra long set to get you hyped up for My Chemical Romance!”

The crowd cheered, albeit less enthusiastically than before. (YN) felt like shit lying to the audience like that, but Rebecca and Jake couldn’t be convinced to come off the bus, and it was either they do a modified set, or give up their time on stage altogether. The duo started with a couple of their best songs that sounded good while being played acoustically.

“Ok, we have one more song for you, it’s a cover of a song that means a lot to me by Rise Against. It’s called Audience of One. Thanks again guys you’ve been amazing,” (YN) said and Liam started playing. (YN) knew that it would take a miracle to make it through the song without breaking down.

I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched them with our fingers In years of wet cement The days blurred into each other Though everything seemed clear We cruised along at half speed But then we shifted gears We ran like vampires from a thousand burning suns But even then we should have stayed But we ran away Now all my friends are gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? Identities assume us As nine and five add up Synchronizing watches To the seconds that we lost I looked up and saw you I know that you saw me We froze but for a moment In empathy I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug You gave my emptiness a name Then you ran away And now all my friends are gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? We're all okay, until the day we're not The surface shines, while the inside rots We raced the sunset and we almost won We slammed the brakes, but the wheels went on We ran away And now all my friends are gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone?

The tears streamed down (YN)’s face as she finished singing. She didn’t know if the crowd could see it or not, and she didn’t know if she cared either way. She waved with Liam at the crowd and retreated off the stage. As soon as they were out of sight, he wrapped her in a tight hug and she cried against his shoulder.

After calming down and washing her face, (YN) and Liam went out to the merch booth to sign for fans but not many turned up. As they headed back through the corridors of the venue, they spotted Clark heading toward them.

"If it isn't my favorite PR nightmare," Clark said, annoyance clear in his voice.

(YN) and Liam looked at each other. “Oooh, Liam’s in trouble,” (YN) sing-songed with a smirk.

“Not him.”

"Wait what did I do?" (YN) asked, eyes going wide, as Liam snickered.

“In here,” Clark said, nodding toward the dressing room door, shutting it behind them. "When did you start hooking up with Gerard?"

"What?! We haven't done anything, where did you hear that?!"

"Apparently just about everyone else on the tour is talking about it. They’re saying you've spent nights with him, you’ve been spotted ducking into abandoned dressing rooms with him."

"Well yea, I mean I stayed over in his room when Liam was hooking up with that guy in Texas, but we just hung out! And the dressing room thing, I don't even know when that would be other than that time I ran into him and he was comforting me when I was upset about Rebecca and Jake. Who would make something out of nothing?"

“People love starting rumors, especially about big names,” Clark shrugged. "If this gets out of just this bubble, people are gonna think-"

"Yea, yea, I know what people are gonna think," (YN) waved him off.

"We have enough problems coming up at the end of this tour, can you at least make sure this isn’t one of them?" Clark sighed before leaving the room.

Liam let out a long sigh as well. "I'm sure he's making a big deal outta nothing, don't you think?"

(YN) didn't answer, she had her head in her hands, staring at the floor. "What if Gerard thinks I started those rumors? What if he never wants to hang out with me ever again because he thinks I read too much into when we've hung out and think there's more to our friendship than there is? Now even if we ever had a chance at something more, it's ruined."

The last few nights of the tour dragged by, but they were finally back in LA for the final four shows at the Forum. The bands were given the option of staying in a hotel near the venue, but (YN) just wanted to go home. She was tired of going out of her way to avoid everyone, especially Gerard, and she wanted some peace and quiet, even if it meant dealing with traffic.

(YN) unlocked the door to her apartment and walked in, dumping her luggage just inside the door. She breathed in the stale air that filled the apartment from being closed up for two months. She felt like she was going to be taking on the world when she left, and now she was home feeling utterly defeated.

She wandered over into the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was filled with nothing but condiments that were very possibly expired. She checked the pantry and found a stash of canned soup and spaghettios. She got a pot of spaghettios heated up before moving on to her laundry.

As she threw her clothes into the washer, she wondered what she’d wear to the show tonight. Did it matter? These were the last four shows that the band would be performing together and she had to pretend like everything was fine. Should she really live it up, or give up? (YN) trudged back to her kitchen and started eating her half warm lunch straight out of the pot. Was this what her life was about to become? Miserable and alone?

That night when she arrived at the venue she hid in the dressing room until sound check. She continued to avoid everyone except Liam until the show started. After, she went to sign for the fans and for the first time she didn’t hurry back to see My Chemical Romance play. Her heart broke as she heard the first notes. She wondered if Gerard noticed she wasn't there. She wondered if he was glad she wasn't bothering him anymore.

As she laid in her bed the morning of the last show, staring up at the ceiling, she couldn’t help the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She had barely slept the last few nights, her mind racing, and she felt like shit. She dragged herself out of bed and down to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee and staring at her still bare pantry, the last can of spaghettios staring back at her. She sighed, the feeling of defeat over everything hitting her harder than it had yet.

Her doorbell ringing made her jump, pulling her from her thoughts. For a second she considered not answering. But when it rang again she decided to check who was interrupting her self-pity fest.

"Gerard? What the hell are you doing here?" She asked when she opened the door. "And how do you know where I live?"

"Liam told me.”

"Has he told you my blood type and social security number as well?" She sneered, but held the door open for him to come in.

"I was worried about you, (YN)," he said softly, his eyes filled with worry.

"Gee," she started running her hands through her hair frustratedly. "How could you possibly care about me? I am useless damaged goods! I'm barely functional! I've been eating spaghettios for the last four days because I can't bring myself to go to the store. My band is about to break up, and meanwhile people think I fucked my way onto the tour of a lifetime. Everything is," her voice started to crack as she sank down on the couch. “This was supposed to be the best thing ever, and it was at first, but now it’s ruined and you should hate me.”

“Why?” He asked as he sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t you think I started those rumors about us?” She looked up at him.

“No!” he replied. “God no, I know you better than that (YN). And I know those assholes from Crystal Lake Cemetery. Now I wish we never had to bring them along on this tour because it meant that I’ve had to spend time away from you these last few days.”

(YN) was dumbfounded. “Do, do you mean that?”

Gerard nodded. “Mikey told me like the second day of tour just to ask you out, but I didn’t think I’d have a chance in hell with you. And then I got to know you even better and I, I knew I was falling for you, but I still don’t believe you could feel the same way about me.”

“How could I not?” She asked, astonished.

“Because you’re this amazing up and coming star, you’re beautiful, and funny and could get any guy you could possibly want and I’m older than you, I got an ex that everyone knows and still brings up and a kid. Because I got this grey hair, and I look like this,” he said gesturing to his body as he looked down forlornly.

“Gerard, stop it,” (YN) snapped. “I will not tolerate you being so mean to someone I love.”

His head shot up, eyes wide. "(YN), do you mean that? Do you really want me?"

"More than you could ever know," she whispered, not breaking eye contact.

Gerard leaned in and kissed (YN) hard. She immediately responded by grabbing his jacket to pull him closer before reaching up to run her hand through his hair. His hands were on his waist as he leaned into her. She took the lead, pulling him back so he was laying over her on the couch. He deepened the kiss as she let him move his tongue against hers.

When they came up for air, Gerard brushed the hair out of her eyes and she laughed lightly. “I missed that sound,” he said quietly. “God, I love you (YN). Fuck what anyone says, I wanna be with you, if you’ll have me.”

“I thought that kiss made it pretty clear I do,” she laughed softly again and he blushed. “Because I love you too, everything about you.”

He leaned in and kissed her again. “Would you like to go get lunch before we gotta be at the venue?” He asked when he pulled back.

“I would love nothing more than to not eat another can of spaghettios and get lunch with you,” she laughed.

They grabbed lunch at one of Gerard’s favorite spots, finding a secluded corner where they could talk away from any fans who might just happen to stop in. (YN) had been spending so much time with Gerard before Clark told her about the rumors that she felt like they had so much to catch up on after just a few days apart.

“So how was this for a first date?” Gerard asked after they finished eating.

“Perfect,” (YN) nodded contentedly. Gerard was looking at her with a soft smile on his face. “What?” she laughed.

“I’m just really happy,” he said, taking her hand.

“For the first time in quite a while, I am too,” she agreed.

When Liam saw Gerard and (YN) walking into the venue together, he sighed in relief. “Hey guys,” he said tentatively. “Everything good?”

(YN) nodded. “Yea, we got it all sorted out,” she said glancing up at Gerard, who was smiling back at her.

“Good because tonight should be the best show of the tour, and I could not put up with any more of your moping (YN),” Liam laughed.

“Thank you for your support in my time of need,” (YN) rolled her eyes.

“Gerard, there you are, you’re on for soundcheck,” the very tired look tour manager called from down the hall.

“I’ll see you later,” he said leaning in and gave (YN) a quick kiss before heading down the hall.

“So when you said sorted out,” Liam started.

“We’re together,” she blushed.

“My god, your 16 year old self must be dying right now,” Liam laughed.

“Stop,” (YN) shook her head before heading back to their dressing room.

When Garden of Woe took the stage for the last time, everyone played well, and the crowd was going crazy, but (YN) was struggling to act as if nothing was wrong. Her heart felt heavy until she glanced to the side of the stage and saw Gerard leaning against a crate, giving her a nod and a smile, reminding her that everything would be okay.

“Are you ok?” Gerard asked, wrapping her in a hug after the band took their last bow.

“Yep. Things change, but I think everything has ended up exactly where it needs to be,” she nodded before leaning in to kiss him again.

#gerard way x reader #gerard way fan fic #gerard way fan fiction #gerard way imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction #part 2

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hitomania · 3 years

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any voca songs you rly want in proseka? :]

HELLO. SORRY FOR TAKING A COUPLE DAYS TO ANSWER THIS ONE just got distracted for a while but.....oh boy do i........i think of songs i want in sekai like ALL the time literally every time i find a new song i like one of my first thoughts is trying to assign it to a group/characters GHHGSHGKJHJ

IT TURNED OUT REALLY LONG IM SORRY I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ON THIS SO HIDING IT UNDER A READ MORE FOR THE BELOVED FOLLOWERS TO NOT DIE </3

BUT HMM....i have some songs i want in that i think actually do have a chance of getting in and others that are like not popular enough to have a chance and are complete fantasy so i'll just go thru one of each for the main 5 groups?

for leo/need the biggest like Actually Has A Chance song i want from them is headphone actor, literally it would be too perfect for shiho to pass up...lyrically it fits her character well and there's a LOT of prominent bass in it too!! please shiho needs more spotlight songs and this one is just so good for it.......

and for the leo/need cover that is like, COMPLETELY impossible but i still like to think about it, that would be sakura-coloured time capsule! the instrumentals and the themes of nostalgia and a school setting and stuff just line up SO well for them and it's such a pretty song...but unfortunately since suzumu left the vocaloid community in a very. Final way. i REALLY doubt it'd ever get in...alas...

for the more more jump cover i think actually has a chance, i'd say orange genome! IT'S.......a LITTLE on the obscure side but it's hall of legend which to me means it's probably popular enough!! it's just such a catchy and bittersweet song to me, it's like light and bubbly enough to work for the idol group while still having a pretty sad meaning which TENDS to be what i like the most from mmj (i.e. milk crown, patchwork staccato). it also has lots of love-related themes which tends to be what they get so pleas....

as for the less likely more more jump cover, that'd be marshmary! mimi songs are all SO GOOD, and honestly if any of them were to get in it'd probably be this one? so i DO have my fingers crossed a little more than other unlikely songs...but it's just SUCH a catchy song, again see what i said above for like. a very light and bubbly and cute instrumental but with some sadder lyrics which i love love love from them so :pleading_face:

for vivid bad squad, a song i want from them that i feel has a solid chance is delusion tax! we NEEEED more boy/girl duet covers in vbs and i feel like this is the PERFECT song for an akito/an duet, it has a very good balance between like. hard rock and electronic, which fits them well...the lyrics are all about desires and wishing on the future too, which fits their characters since they're the ones with the biggest drives and goals in the group, and i think it would be fun i <3 deco songs

AND HOOOO this is probably one of the songs i want in the game more than ANYTHING because its like one of my favourite songs Ever and i can so perfectly envision a cover of it....but alas i feel like it doesn't have a very good shot due to being a pretty small song :( but that would be urusaaai! i linked the araki cover since i feel like it hits harder and is also why i can envision akito being spotlighted here so well but it's just. SUCH a good song, it's so catchy and intense and GODDD what i wouldn't give for a full group cover of it from them.......

for wonderlands x showtime, a likely song i'd love to see from them is 1,2 fanclub! it's just SUCH a catchy and fun and absurd song which i feel fits them really well. emu and nene covers are always so cute and fun and i feel like they would fit this super well, especially with the like few semi-serious lines in it about wanting your feelings to be understood and to communicate well, i think that's a little theme that can actually fit both of them on top of just being a silly funny nonsense song :3

and for unlikely song..............god i wanna say like almost any niru kajitsu song here BUT i gush about him enough as is so i'll go with netasone people instead! kinda same things as above of just being a very funky and absurd song, though the lyrics are a LITTLE darker which i feel can still fit them too, especially if rui gets involved (i think it fits him very well tbh!). ame no murakomo needs more recognition in general and this is my favourite song from him so dreaming

AS FOR 25ji HOHOHO.....their genre tends to be my favourite so i have the MOST thoughts for them but. im gonna HAVE to say for a likely cover i want from them....mkdr....sorry to have two deco songs on here i wanted to keep it more diverse but alas. ANYWAYS this has always been my favourite deco work its just so beautiful and catchy at once and despite being one of his most popular works it hasnt gotten much recognition from concerts/games so like NOW IS THE TIME...GIVE IT TO THEM IM DEMANDING IT

and for UNLIKELY SONG.......oh BOY is this one unlikely i think it's like the least popular by far of every one on this list but GODDDDD ressentiment club would just be SOOOO perfect for a kanade/ena duet and im so mad it will probably never come to pass. see-kun NEEDS more spotlight and 25ji could really use some more intense songs too, it would be so fun to play in game, and also the lyrics fit them just. SO perfectly. i can literally envision what i would want the line divison to be so well its insane GODDD

SO YEAH ^_^ this is just the tip of the iceberg too i have a LOT of other thoughts in mind if you want to enable even more of this but THANK U FOR THIS ASK daydreaming about sekai covers is like my number one hobby so thank you for the excuse to share some of that with da world >:)

#SRRY AGAIN IT TURNED OUT SO LONG OOPSIES BUT #THANK UUU #thomes.txt

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24 (25) years

From Buckinghamshire, England

Comes from a wealthy family

her father’s side of the family founded, “Hodgson investments” their company is built off of financial services

Her papo (grandfather) was arrested on tax invasion & served some time for doing so

Her father, Alistair now manages the company but under a different name

Her mother’s side of the family comes from old money...something about horses?

Her mother, Connie holds many events and seems to make $ from them but Chelsea isn’t quite sure what the woman does or if it’s fully legal

The family is all about protecting their image & if you don’t cut it, there will be repercussions

Feels a little like dynasty (I’ve only seen 2-3 episodes & never finished but get the point?) , maybe that’s why Chelsea & her sister enjoy watching it so much

Parents forsure held courtship events or either went to courtship events with their children (even Albie) & found suitors in hopes of marrying their daughters off (& finding Albie a new wife, only on Mrs. Hodgson’s part— mr. Hodgson seems nicer/easy-going)

Has older twin sibs: Albie-Crispin & Dolly-Georgiana

Often referred to as “the triplet” in the press

Well-known in their city

They’re all called by their first & middle name in their family household even tho their parents do not have middle names

Has a love/hate relationship with albie, he is selfish & has proven to do anything to drag others down to make himself look better

He’s a lawyer & has been married to his wife for about 7 years

Mrs. Hodgson, Dolly, & Chelsea all agree they do not like her but Chelsea puts on a smile whenever her sister-in-law is around while Mrs. Hodgson makes it known that she dislikes the woman, she thinks she’s beneath her son since her family does not make nearly enough $ put together between her & Mr. Hodgson

Dolly has a bf who’s a dental hygentist that she’s been dating for about 3 years but they’re both cheating on each other, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be married

She’s in office management

Chelsea fell in love with interior decorating from the moment she played with doll houses. Her grandparents made sure to send her the biggest doll houses they could find every Christmas. She’s always been in love with rearranging and picking certain items and best putting them into a space that works

She shit at drawing (she’ll leave that to the Architects) but she knows her furniture & patterns quite well

Has asked a few architects out on dates, some she worked with or stumbled across, only one seemed like it could have truly worked...I imagine him to look a bit like Henry Cavill with light facial hair (told you I’m a sucker for it, & Chelsea probably can tolerate just a bit not too much)

Yet Chelsea always has a wondering eye, she gets curious quite often which makes you wonder, is she really ready for love? To fully commit? One day she will be

It’s a competitive field and when she’s ready to battle she will but there are moments when she gets let down & has to pick herself up again

Has ADHD, goes to therapy for it & hates taking her meds. She’d rather stick to therapy sessions since it’s always nice to talk to someone

When she was younger she probably stole a friend or two’s bf & would definitely get mad if they did it back to her but they somehow still end up being friends in the end? Yikes

Hung out with the popular kids, was always at the parties making sure everyone was having a good time. Filling up the cups, directing where furniture should be moved, where the kegs should go, how many people should be there, etc...She doesn’t seem like the stuck up type like her mother but she is privileged & doesn’t realize it as much

Was a cheerleader & ran track, quit track to commit full-time to cheerleading since that kept her in shape enough

Dated here & there, had one bf where they would scream at each other and wouldn’t allow the other to leave or would be upset that the other didn’t come after them...yeah one of those couples

Broke up with her goth bf because he didn’t tell her he wasn’t coming to school for about a week; he had the stomach flu

Canon: Took a computer course in high school & in uni & found out she was at the top of her class for typing the fastest, she now loves the sound of her short pink ombré nails on the keys

Canon: Wanted to be a show jumper due to her mother’s side of the family & their history with horses

Goes to the stables every now & then, there’s one horse there that she’s absolutely in love with & loves to ride. Her father always offered to buy it for her but it’s not a animal she wants to own

Canon: loves finger foods + will get full off them at events quickly. She also doesn’t mind the tiny portions of food at expensive ass restaurants, it’s just enough for her

Takes hair supplements. Probably had long hair growing up that she always kept up in a bun or ponytail but decided to start chopping her hair off & getting layers & highlights which damaged her hair

Approves of plastic surgery

Is part of the itty bitty titty community & got a lift for them

Gets lip fillers for her bottom lip but isn’t a fan of needles + overlines her top lip

loves going to the dermatologist, the spa for facials & whatever else she’s willing to try & finding new skincare to buy

Tans & loves tropical hot summers

Buys an overload of bikinis even in the winter

Hates the rain, it messes with her mood

Loves a good lipstick & lipgloss combo, nudes & pinks are her to go to’s

Fav color is pink

Got herself a guinea pig after the show & named her “bubbly” after her baby in the villa

I feel like she would eventually get a tiny dog too

Has her own flat, that’s quite far from all of her family. She loves her dysfunctional problematic family but Chelsea likes her space from them too

Since buckinghamshire’s culture is more of a Middle Ages style, Chelsea made sure her home wouldn’t hold much of that style inside. It needed to be lively! Her family home was filled with dark wood & she can’t stand that

She loves going to the markets tho. She always seems to leave with something & either finds herself not liking it months later and ends up selling whatever item caught her interest

Her family tends to pop in whenever they want, especially her mother

Canon: talks about cat cafe’s when she’s drunk, says its her version of the chocolate factory + she’s the dancing drunk

Always down for a girls night out, girls trip & girls sleepovers

Probably goes to bed early around 10pm or earlier m if she’s not out having the time of her life, which makes her regret her choices the next morning

All her closest friends back home are a group of girls

Hangs out with Priya, Marisol, & Hope from the villa whereas the rest she’ll mostly communicate with them through socials or gatherings

Will host gatherings & expect them ALL to show up

Is dramatic when things don’t go her way

Loses focus more than gets bored in relationships? She’ll find other things or people to occupy her time which she doesn’t realize can be hurtful to others

When she does realize she hurts someone, she immediately wants to fix it

Canon: Is a blabbermouth. Cannot hold a secret for shit, also cannot tell a lie. Her body language gives it away first if she doesn’t spill it

Retail therapy is the best therapy if she doesn’t have a office appointment

Any spice girl song will be her karaoke song, she is always baby spice

Loves her Prosecco (me too sis!) & keeps plenty bottles in her wine fridge. She originally wanted a space with a wine cellar but got creeped out at the thought since it’s just her & bubbly living in the home

Has high cell phone bills, the girl loves a good chat

Cannot cook no matter how hard she tries. She’s been to cooking classes with an ex, watched videos, order from those food delivery sites to prepare food & it just never turns out well

Will spend hours in furniture stores, she’s had to be escorted out pass closing hours by security guards before & manage to make friends out of them. They all know who she is in majority of the stores she enters

Throws a party every time her following goes up. There’s never not a reason to throw one

Was upset that Carl unfollowed her once and figured Hannah made him do it. Which wasn’t true, Hannah was sure of herself now & doesn’t feel the need to be jealous, the man could follow whoever he wanted—she knew he barely stayed on IG in the first place. He thought it was too shallow

So when Chelsea called him one night sobbing he was utterly confused, he didn’t understand why a follow meant so much

He reluctantly followed her back

Thrilled to know Elijah, Lucas, & Carl all keep up with her. Oh & the rest of the boys ofc!

Chats with Jakub! They also hang out. They’re a bit of a odd pairing but they get along well, he’s basically another big brother to her but she actually likes him—

Afraid of the dark, keeps fairy lights lit throughout the night in her bedroom, keeps scent infused night lights in her hallways

Believes in feng shui

I feel like her voice is soft like jennifer Tilly’s?

Idk what her sun sign is? Is she a sag far as daydreaming cause she does that. I KNOW she has Leo in her chart, she’s dramatic, warm, likes to be admired & appreciated. Sun sign I need help? Maybe she’s a Sagittarius sun? + Leo moon + libra rising

Has a collection of celeb gossip magazines that she keeps on a stand next to her pink velvet chair beside her bow window

I think she will be the first islander that gets pregnant tbh & it’s by an architect (the guy I mentioned/envisioned that’s been waiting on her to realize he can give her the love she needs or prove he can balance her out) or firefighter or someone “manly” she wouldn’t end up with a islander I don’t think

she has a girl & names her, “adore”

Canon: Still wants 5 kids but we’ll see how that goes & if it’ll change, it’s been a bit difficult not drinking Prosecco but she’s got a lovely baby out of it

Crushes? Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Alfred Enoch, Alex Pettyfer, Joe Cole, Gregg Sulkin, Frank Dillane, Charlie Rowe, & Hero Fiennes Tiffin

Can listen to anything that’s got a good beat. But we all know she’s a pop & folk genre lover. She listens to: Astrid S, Maty Noyes, Cher Lloyd, Bebe Rexha, Allie X, Poppy, POST MALONE, etc.

Anthem? Gabrielle Aplin — Until the sun comes up

#litg #litg2 #litg s2 #litg Chelsea #litg carl #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg au #50/50 like Chelsea lol #she’s sweet but there’s things that she’s done that makes me side eye her #wouldn’t keep her around my man if she’s single tbh lmao #litg3 #litg s3

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But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 6: Something Borrowed, Something Blue]

I’d like to give a very special shout out to @killer-queen-xo and the insightful prediction she left on Chapter 5 about Y/N and the camera...you were close! 😉

Chapter summary: Y/N breaks a promise; John gives a gift; Freddie has a request; Roger makes a scene.

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, creepy male behavior.

Chapter list (and all my writing) available HERE

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“Welcome!” Mary chimes as she opens the door for you, then her eyes flick down to the gift bag decorated with Santa hats and sprigs of holly. “Oh, love, we said positively no presents!”

“It’s just something small, I promise. Very inexpensive.”

“She’s here!” Freddie announces with a flourish of his hands, leaping up from the couch. The apartment he shares with Mary is tiny and very cluttered, and absolutely none of the decorations match. The walls are a collage of Bohemian tapestries and family photos and prints of Rococo-style paintings and magazine cutouts of articles about Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, Aretha Franklin, Elvis Presley, Queen. Freddie pecks you on both cheeks; Blue Christmas is drifting from the record player. You’re suddenly aware that the apartment is brimming with the scent of baking cookies. In the living room, Roger, Brian, and John are hanging strings of popcorn and paper ornaments on a short, rather scruffy Christmas tree. There is a vast array of presents scattered around the tree stand; all are small, with the exception of one large square box swathed in silver and sapphire wrapping paper.

“I see no one else respected the no presents rule either.”

“You Bostonians and your insatiable need to rebel,” Freddie quips, shooing you towards the tree.

“Y/N, look at this,” Chrissie says from where she and Veronica are sitting on the couch threading popcorn. She’s frowning and holding up a piece of paper cut into the shape of a Pontiac Firebird. “Will you please inform Roger that this is not Christmas themed?”

“Awww!” You grin as she hands it to you. He’s even drawn on a windshield, headlights, and a smiley face floating behind the steering wheel. “Let him hang it, Chris. It’s the only car he’s going to be able to afford for a long time.”

Roger bounds over and embraces you, nearly knocking you over. “This is why you’re my favorite American in the entire world. Possibly my favorite person period. The love of my life.” He takes the paper Firebird and impales it on an ornament hook, then combs through the tree branches for an ideal location.

Brian points heatedly at Roger. “If he gets to hang the damned Firebird then I get to hang my Saturn!”

“Look what you’ve done,” Chrissie tells you, but she’s smiling. She’s wearing a gorgeous green velvet dress and pieces of mistletoe weaved into her long dark hair. Veronica is beside her in a chunky red sweater and denim skirt, not particularly flashy yet festive nonetheless; she waves to you as she pushes pieces of popcorn one by one down the string. She’s wearing makeup tonight, which is unusual. Her lace-white cheeks are tinged with rouge, her slate-blue eyes rimmed by lavender shadow. Freddie and Mary are removing a sheet of cookies from the oven and quibbling over whether they’ve browned enough.

Roger gestures to the gift bag as you place it under the tree. “You better not have spent your own money on that.”

“Oh, tons. It’s diamonds and gold and a dash of overpriced modern art, just to spice things up.”

Roger growls theatrically in his high, raspy voice. Brian stands back and admires the tree as John loops a strand of multicolored Christmas lights around it.

“It’s actually very modest,” you assure Roger. “Not impressive at all. Chris helped.”

“You enabled this behavior?!” Freddie scolds Chrissie as he traverses the room with an overflowing plate of chocolate chip cookies.

She sips cheap red wine impishly and shrugs. “I know a girl in fashion school, I can get their extra yarn if I buy her a cup of tea and pretend to care about her disastrous love life.”

You smirk. “Disastrous love life? I’ve got one of those.”

“You knitted something for us?!” Roger shouts, delighted.

You wiggle your fingers in the air. “What can I say? I’m good with my hands.”

Roger groans. “Don’t tease me.”

“You certainly are,” Brian tells you. “That roadie who busted his forehead open got fixed up straightaway.”

“That was literally two stitches. Head wounds just bleed a lot, it looked way worse than it was.”

“Well,” Brian insists. “I was impressed.”

Freddie claps his hands, slick obsidian nail polish gleaming. “Ahhhh, I’m so excited! What have you made for me, love? Oh, I hope it’s a nice thong.”

“It’s probably not,” Chrissie says.

Mary pours you a glass of wine and glances around the room. “Does everyone have enough cookies? Drinks? Veronica, dear?”

“I suppose I could use a refill.” She passes Mary her glass and smiles as John sits beside her on the couch. You’ve never quite been able to figure out Veronica; she’s cordial yet removed, kind yet wary, extremely dogmatic in her Catholicism and yet simultaneously socializing with rock stars who are unmistakably living in sin. Her most redeeming quality, as far as you’ve observed, is her steadfast devotion to John...or, perhaps, to the life she’s envisioned they could build together. She rests her hand on John’s thigh and glances coolly at you as you pretend not to notice.

Mary returns with a fresh glass of wine for Veronica. “Alright. Should we start with you, Y/N?”

“What, for the gift exchange we all promised wasn’t happening?” You grin. “Sure, I’ll start.”

You open your Christmasy bag and start doling out small boxes. It’s December 23rd, and Queen is enjoying three weeks off for the holidays before the Sheer Heart Attack Tour resumes. The next show is in Columbus, Ohio—not exactly a cultural mecca, it’s true—followed by a scattering of stops across the continental United States. Half of you is thrilled, especially for the night the band will spend in Boston; the other part of you is dreading it. You don’t talk to Roger about what he does with groupies on tour—or what Brian does, or what Freddie does—and Rog doesn’t mention it around you either. He asks you to join him after every show, for dinner or drinks or clubbing; and you tell him no (though it’s never easy to) and try not to think about the apparent eventualities of stardom. Then Roger goes one way, and you go another.

“Let’s see, what do we have here...” Brian begins prying open his box with long careful fingers.

“You can’t judge me,” you plead. “I’ve only had the tour break to work on them, and I’m really not an expert knitter or anything, and I—”

“Oh, it’s lovely!” Freddie gushes, holding his black and white striped hat aloft for everyone to see. He pulls it on over his silky hair and turns to Mary. “What do you think? Am I dashing?”

She beams as she kisses him. “Overwhelmingly so.” And you think about how being on the road feels like one dimension, and being here in London another. Here, fidelity and domesticity; there, freedom from the familiar world and all its browbeating rules.

“Mittens!” Brian proclaims joyfully. They’re an olivey green, and just large enough for his hands. “They’re so comfy, feel these Chris...”

Roger whips his hat out of the box; it’s very fuzzy and a fiery red with flecks of burnt orange. “I’m obsessed! I adore it! I’ll never take it off!”

“I can’t believe you did all this,” John says. He’s sliding on his mittens, which are a soft greyish blue. “This must have taken you days.”

“It’s Christmas! You’re supposed to slave away for the people you love at Christmas. And you’ve all done so much for me, the scales will always be hopelessly lopsided, don’t you worry.”

“The color is beautiful,” Veronica observes as she touches John’s mittens, but perhaps guardedly.

“They match his eyes!” Freddie exclaims; and they do. “This is delightful, Nurse Nightingale. Truly. How can I ever repay you?”

A smile ripples across your face, full of serenity and relief. They really do like the presents. I didn’t stay up until 4 a.m. knitting for nothing. “The cookies and wine are more than sufficient. I’m so sorry I didn’t have time to make anything for the ladies, but hopefully your charming future husbands will share and there are chocolates in the bottom of the boxes for you—”

“Oh please,” Chrissie snaps. “You’ve already made the rest of us look thoughtless enough. Kindly shut up and drink your wine now. Thank you, obnoxious Bostonian.”

You laugh as Chrissie distributes her and Brian’s gifts for everyone. She decreed weeks ago that you’ll spend Christmas Eve and Day with her family in Dartford. You can help me keep Brian distracted and in good spirits, she’d told you. His father is livid about us living together without being married, and I’m petrified Bri will give himself another ulcer over it.

Inside the small boxes Chrissie passes out are fancy teabags that smell like pomegranate and peppermint. Freddie and Mary dispense pouches of little pink soaps shaped like dolphins and seashells. John and Veronica give everyone homemade candles, which are either ruby red or evergreen. Roger has picked out three novelty mugs: Led Zeppelin for Brian and Chrissie, cats for Freddie and Mary, and raining gold coins for John and Veronica.

“Well I hope that’s prophetic,” John jokes.

“I don’t get a mug?” You’re trying not to show it, but you are hurt that he forgot you.

“No, you don’t.” Roger rummages around under the tree and passes you the large square present wrapped in silver and blue paper. Chrissie and Mary whistle and clap.

“Oh, big spender!” Freddie chastises.

“Roger, no,” you breathe, horrified.

“Roger, yes!” He drums the coffee table eagerly. “Open it.”

“No real presents allowed! You don’t have the money—”

“Are we married?” Roger asks.

You blink at him. “What?”

“Are. We. Married?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

“Then you don’t get to tell me what to do with my very tiny sliver of earnings that the record company doesn’t steal.” He grins. “Now open it.”

Slowly, cautiously, you tear through the wrapping paper as the others hover on the edges of their seats. John is squinting suspiciously. Roger balls up his fists and presses them to his smiling lips. You open the top flaps of the box.

“No.”

“What is it?!” Mary begs. “The anticipation is agony!”

“Yeah, love of my life,” Roger taunts, his blue eyes luminous. “What is it?”

Carefully, you lift it out of the box. It’s brand new and shiny and perfect.

“A camera!” Freddie cries.

“A Canon F-1, to be precise,” Roger says. “And a manual too. For our aspiring wildlife photographer. Us feral musicians being the wildlife, of course.”

“Roger...” You reach for him instinctively, and he rushes over to wrap you in a hug. “Thank you so much. I don’t know why you would do this for me.”

He laughs. “Because you’re the best gift I ever got, Boston babe!”

“Let’s give it a try!” Freddie plucks the camera from your hands and begins loading film. “Alright, click this...press that...oh fuck, how do I do this?! Deaky, come over here. You can fix anything.”

“Sure thing, Fred.” John readies the camera in just a minute or two, no longer than it takes Mary to refill glasses and send around another plate of cookies. He looks a little ashen to you, a little stunned; but when you ask him if he’s okay, John just smiles and nods.

Freddie snaps photos of Brian and Chrissie as they snuggle on the couch, of John posing sheepishly in front of the Christmas tree, of Veronica waving as she nibbles a chocolate chip cookie, of Roger in his flame-colored hat. Then Roger makes sure you get your camera back, and it’s your turn to take the pictures. You sit beside the tree, the kaleidoscopic glow of Christmas lights speckling the walls like stars, and collect still frames of memories like catching lightning bugs in jars, like it’s July instead of December, like it’s the heart of a year instead of the end. After a while Freddie comes over to sit next to you, to toast wine glasses with you, to make fun of your flushed cheeks. Then he watches as you gaze at Roger from across the room. Rog is trying on Brian’s mittens and clapping his hands like a seal, grinning hugely, flashing his pointy little canine teeth. And despite all those oh-so-rational promises you’ve made to yourself, you begin to wonder.

“Don’t do it,” Freddie says quietly.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you sling back, pleasantly tipsy. And then: “Why not?”

“Because I like having you around. And if you do this, eventually you won’t be around anymore.”

When you’re finally exhausted enough to drag yourself away from them and catch a taxi, John follows you out into the hallway of the apartment building.

“I have one more gift for you.”

“John, no, absolutely not, I am thoroughly unworthy—”

“Stop.” He pulls a thin, rectangular item from behind his back. It takes you a moment to recognize it.

“Your notebook...?”

“I know it’s not wrapped.” He’s anxious, you realize, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I kept trying to work up the nerve, and I still wasn’t sure about it when we came over here, and now, well...here I am.” He gives the notebook to you, and you open it, and you gasp in awe.

Inside are sketches from Rome: the concert, the temples, the museum, the beach on that cool breezy afternoon, and, best of all, the people you shared the city with. You and Roger laughing in front of a statue of Perseus. Brian and Chrissie contemplating ruins. Freddie hunched over a piano, his dexterous hands stretched across the keys. And you sitting in that sweltering, fire-lit corner of the Italian restaurant, smiling from behind a glass bottle of Coke. You trace your fingertips over your own face; it’s blissful and peaceful and beautiful in a way that you’ve never seen yourself. “John...”

“Because, you know, you said that you wanted to document the tour so you could remember it all, and I figured...since you didn’t have a camera...maybe this would be better than nothing.”

“It’s a lot better than nothing, John. It’s incredible.”

“They’ll do for now. You won’t need drawings anymore,” he notes, somewhat mournfully. “You can put them on your refrigerator until you have photos to replace them with.”

You shake your head, still staring. “The way you captured my face...”

He shrugs, smiling crookedly. “I just borrowed it.”

“Thank you.” You climb onto your tiptoes and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. He’s warm and gentle; his fluffy hair tickles the sensitive undersides of your wrists.

“Happy Christmas,” he whispers to you; happy, not merry, like a true Englishman. And he’s right. You can’t remember a time you’ve been happier.

~~~~~~~~~~

The phone rings like a scream, like shattering glass. It wrenches you out of that fogged, heavy precursor to sleep and your hand fumbles from beneath the covers to grab the receiver. The cord bounces clumsily against your nightstand and nudges the blush-colored conch shell that lives there.

“Hello...?”

“Darling, there’s an emergency.”

You bolt upright in bed. “What happened? Are you okay? Is the band—?”

“There’s going to be a party on New Year’s Eve and you have to come.”

You groan and fall back into the embankment of pillows. “Fred, that’s not an emergency. Jesus christ. I thought someone died.”

“Then you should be overwhelmed with gratitude for your friends’ continued existence and delighted to join us!”

You glance at the calendar tacked to your wall. “That’s tomorrow, right?”

Freddie scoffs. “Of course it’s tomorrow! Some bloke from the record company is hosting and I need a date. Makes me more marketable or something. Mary can’t come, she’s got the flu. So you’ll have to take one for the team and play the adoring paramour. Shouldn’t be too heavy a lift. I’ve been informed that I’m very adorable.”

“Make Roger do it.”

There’s an edge to Freddie’s voice when he speaks. “They aren’t quite that progressive, dear.”

“I’m really more of a museums and restaurants person than a getting coerced into socializing with strangers person, if I’m being completely honest with you.”

“You’ll survive,” he replies brusquely. “Chrissie and Brian will be there. You’ll have fellow boring people to hide in a corner and eat biscuits with and discuss planetary movements or whatever the fuck.”

“Great. Roger and John are coming too?”

“Not Deaky. He already has plans with Veronica’s family and can’t weasel out of them. It’s not like he would schmooze anyone anyway.”

“Oh.” That disappoints you, more than you thought it could. “Maybe I have plans I can’t weasel out of, ever think of that?”

Now Freddie sounds amused. “You don’t.”

“How do you know?”

He laughs. “Because there’s no one you love in London more than us.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The paramour ruse doesn’t go very well; within twelve minutes Freddie has abandoned you and is guzzling martinis with Elton John and some record company guys you don’t recognize, pointy party hats on their heads and silver balloons bobbing against the ceiling. It’s not 1975 yet, but it will be soon. The mansion is decked with suits and ballgowns and expensive-looking vases perched precariously on end tables. Elegant white columns rim the vast living room. You, Brian, Chrissie, and Roger are chatting nervously by a massive punch bowl carved in ice, swiping appetizers off the waiters’ trays and trying not to break anything.

“I feel completely useless,” you say, nodding to Freddie.

Chrissie chuckles. “I think he just wanted you to be here. He thinks you’re good luck, you know. All our fates turned around when you showed up.”

Roger points at you with his punch glass. “Your people specialize in witchcraft, don’t they?”

“Oh, so close. That’s Salem, about thirty minutes up the road. No witches in Boston.”

“Hmm. Sounds like something a secret witch would say.”

You brandish your hand through the air. “I summon more mini crab cakes.”

The others glance around. “It didn’t work,” Chrissie observes sadly.

Brian sips his punch, which is bubbling and a vivid red. “Maybe you have to invoke Satan first. I saw a toy poodle on the couch you could sacrifice.”

“Yes, yes,” Roger agrees. “Just toss it in the oven and see if anyone notices.”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Now that would make a fantastic impression.”

Roger grabs your empty glass, plops it on a passing waiter’s tray, and takes your hands in his. They’re rough and strong, and they feel a little too good. “Alright, are you going to dance with me now?”

“Roger...”

“Don’t harass her,” Chrissie warns. “She’s here, she’s working on conjuring more snacks, she’s under no obligation to dance with you on top of all that.”

He frowns at you, those intense blue eyes bright beneath shagging bangs. “Really?”

You smile, reaching up to straighten the collar of his sparking rainbow jacket. “If you’re still interested in 1975, you can ask me then.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grins triumphantly at Chrissie, and she smirks back. “Can someone kindly tell me what that clock over on the mantle says? Obviously I can’t see that far.”

“11:19,” Brian says.

“Fantastic. I’ll be back.” He winks at you, then looks to Brian. “Stay with her, will you?”

“Sure.”

Roger lights a cigarette and saunters away, smoke drifting around him. Several young women—escorts or daughters of producers or soon-to-be-ex-girlfriends of musicians—descend upon him and start asking about Killer Queen. Roger is radiant when he replies, enchanting, wearing charisma like a snake’s skin, climbing ever onwards up the rungs of the social ladder; and you think about how there’s Home Roger and Tour Roger—though he felt like home in Boston, and though he feels so distant now—and how any woman who chooses him will have to spend her life watching him devour other people’s love from across the room, from across the world.

“Be careful,” Chrissie tells you softly.

“He won’t be back at midnight.” You pour yourself a fresh glass of punch, avoiding her eyes, hiding your disappointment...or, embarrassingly and infinitely worse, perhaps your hope. “They’ve been staring at him all night. And he’s noticed.”

“Oh, honey...” Chrissie rubs your bare shoulder, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s fine,” you tell her. And you plan to drink until it feels like it is.

Some guitarist from Genesis appears to introduce himself to Brian, and Bri leaps into a fevered discussion of how much he admires the band’s work and how he built his Red Special and the merits of guitar techniques that sound like Russian or Japanese to you. Before you know it, the mysterious Genesis man is hauling Brian off to present him to someone equally important. Chrissie shoots a worried glimpse at you as she follows Bri away.

“Go!” you insist, forcing a smile. Just abandon me in this super intimidating mansion full of rich important strangers and breakable museum artifacts, that’s totally cool.

“We’ll be back in five minutes, I swear.”

You wave cheerfully. “Take your time!” You peer at the clock. Thirty minutes until midnight.

As you’re dishing yourself yet another glass of punch, a man in a posh white suit approaches from the other side of the table. “Are you hiding from people as well?”

“Not too successfully, apparently.”

He recoils and raises his eyebrows. “My apologies. Want me to disappear?”

You almost say yes—it wobbles on your lips like an unsteady toddler—then you reconsider. He’s tall and blond and polished; he looks a bit like Roger from an alternate universe where Rog went to boarding school and plays polo. More significantly, he could be someone important, someone the band needs, someone you don’t want to offend. “No, I’m sorry, that was so impolite. Please forgive me. My judgment is quite impaired, that’s my excuse, I blame the punch. Also I’m a New Englander and thus inclined to be uncooperative towards Brits.”

He laughs, a full genuine laugh; and it feels like a victory. See? I’m clever, I’m charming. Anyone would be lucky to have me. “I’m Eric.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s a resounding pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” He gestures towards the open area on the floor where buzzed men and giggling women are tripping over each other. “There’s no way I could interest you in that, is there?”

You ponder it, nursing your fourth punch. You aren’t much of a dancer, that’s true; and this handsome stranger of a man isn’t Roger. But he might be able to get your mind off him.

You sling back the rest of your punch and slam the glass down onto the table. “Okay. But only because there’s an Eagles record on.”

“Deal.”

He follows you to the dance floor, weaves his fingers through yours, sways easily with the music. Eric tells you that he’s from up north, in the Lake District; his family owns an estate that used to be the seat of an earldom or something. He describes endless emerald hills and castles and horse farms until your mind starts to swim, until the effects of the punch and scant appetizers roll over you like a wave.

“Okay,” you announce dreamily. “Thank you so much, Eric. This has been lovely. But I have to go sit down now.”

“Oh come on, one more song!”

“I’m flattered, but I have to pass. Maybe after midnight...” You move to pull your hands away, but he doesn’t let go. His fingers are locked with yours. You try again. Eric’s still smiling, but his eyes have gone flinty. Oh no. You look around for Freddie or Brian, both of whom have vanished.

“One more, come on,” he presses. “I insist.”

“Eric, I’m really dizzy—”

“Don’t be rude. We’re having such a nice time, aren’t we?”

“Please let go of me.” You try to keep your voice level, try not to offend him. Everyone around you on the dance floor is laughing and drinking and smoking, not paying any attention at all.

“Look, you said you’d dance, so that’s what we’re doing. Am I suddenly not good enough for you?”

“Seriously, you need to let go.” You try to tug your hands away. Your heart is racing, blood rushing in your ears. The room is listing to the right, now the left. You realize that Eric is gradually leading you away from the center of the room and towards a quiet hallway. I can’t let this guy get me alone. I’m weak and I’m drunk, and I don’t know what he’ll do to me. You struggle harder, more visibly. His grip on your hands tightens. “Let go, Eric, let go of me!”

“Calm down, bloody hell lady, I’m just trying to—”

And then Eric is ripped away from you and his face smashed with vicious force into the nearest column. You scream, your hands covering your gaping mouth; the room goes silent. Eric crumples to the floor, unconscious. Blood pours from his broken nose and litters his white suit with crimson blotches and smears. Droplets drip crawlingly down the column. Roger stands over Eric, shirt completely unbuttoned, jacket rumpled, shadows of lipstick peppering his neck and chest. He wipes his own palms on his rainbow jacket, scowling, disgusted. Then he turns to you.

“Ready to go?”

“Roger, I...” You gaze in shock down at Eric. I hope he’s not dead. That might make things awkward with the record company. “I-I-I’m so sorry,” you manage finally. “I’m sorry, Roger, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything—”

“No, I’m ready to go.” He lays his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the front door, grabbing both of your coats off the rack. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” And relief floods through you. Okay.

Brian pushes his way out of the stunned crowd as Roger swings the door open. Frigid air skates over your cheeks. “Rog, what happened?!”

Roger glares savagely. “When I tell you to stay with someone, you fucking stay with them.” And then he steps with you out into the bitterly cold, nearly-January night.

“It’s not his fault,” you explain as you and Roger hurry down the sidewalk, your words spinning mist into the air. “Some guy from Genesis showed up and you know how Bri is about them, and I told him and Chris to go, please don’t be mad—”

“Are you alright?” He’s scrutinizing you closely; you can still see the rosy lipstick stains on his skin as you pass beneath each streetlight.

“I’m fine, I’m completely fine. Please don’t be mad.”

He narrows his eyes. “Well obviously I’m not mad at you, babe.”

“Oh god, I hope this doesn’t hurt the band. I don’t know who that guy was with. You broke his nose, you know.”

“Good.”

You shake your head, trying to chase away those ghosts of lipstick and the girls who left them there. I won’t fall in love with him. I won’t fall in love with him. “I know you were busy, I know the party was important, I know I ruined midnight for you—”

“You didn’t ruin it. We still have a few more minutes. We’ll duck into a pub somewhere and have a pint to welcome in the new year, it’ll be grand. Maybe get you some food. You look like you could use it.”

“I just...” You bury your numb, shaking hands in your coat pockets and brace yourself against the cold. “You left the girls. Left the party. I just don’t understand why you would do that.”

“Are you serious? Obviously I’m going to drop everything if you need me. I’m always going to do that.” He pulls his fiery red, hand-knit hat out of his coat pocket and slips it over your wild, windswept hair. “You’re still on my list, you know.”

You sigh. “You’re a smart man, Roger Taylor, but that’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard.”

“What,” he says, a tad bitingly. “Because I can’t promise you a picket fence and precisely two well-mannered, unremarkable children and a golden retriever? You’re right, I’m not going to promise you that. Because that’s not who I am. That’s not who you are either, by the way. But I can promise you that your life will never feel like a cage. And isn’t that what this was all about for you anyway?”

And that stops you, here in the cold dark heart of London, here beneath a cascading streetlight on the opening page of 1975. Because Roger’s right.

He takes your left hand and lifts it to his lips, and you know exactly what he’s going to do even before he oh-so-feather-lightly bites your goosebumped knuckles. “Look, forget about it. Don’t worry. Don’t freak yourself out. We’ll get a drink, we’ll watch the fireworks, and then I’ll walk you home. No questions, no answers. You just let me know if you ever change your mind, okay?”

You watch Roger, his cheeks ruddy from the wind, halos of streetlights reflected in his eyes. And you echo: “Okay.”

#queen fanfic #queen fic #roger taylor fic #roger taylor x reader #but you can never leave fic #but you can never leave series #but you can never leave #queen #fanfic

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ofkanes · 4 years

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me pulling up wayyy later than expected : 👀👀, fhdjs hi !! i’m nik but u can call me nikolaj ( b99 stans only 😤) & i’m here to bring my mess of a baby kane !! ok so i’m literally too excited for this group pls don’t @ me . before i start i just wanna say that all ur intros ?? shakespeare is quaking !! send tweet .

[ jack gilinsky , he / him , twenty two , cis male ] do my eyes deceive me , or did i just see ( KANE MORGAN ) getting out of the car in hunnington ? i guess ( HE’S ) living around ( ROCK SPRINGS ) , which i could’ve guessed . hopefully they can keep their ( - SHORT TEMPERED & - COMPLACENT ) shit to theirselves , and focus on being ( + ADAPTABLE & + CHARMING ) to avoid any problems . and for the love of god , lets hope they don’t talk about the ( HIDDEN ) thing .

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ok lemme say that i envisioned kane as a movie bby , you’ll get what i mean in 2 secs .

his two parents are both movie directors , his mother is an actress turned movie director . the morgan surname is well - known across the silver screens everywhere , not one that people take it lightly . here’s some background about his parents .

tim morgan : father , but mostly known of his work as a movie director , i wanna say he has the career claim of frank darabont ( directed : the shawnshank redemption , the green mile , mary shelley’s frankestein , the walking dead ... etc ) . he earned his name despite being , at first , a nerdy film school student . very proud person , definitely snobbish .

ingrid jackson - morgan : mother , but also a very good actress , i was thinking she had the career claim of michelle pfeiffer ( scarface , grease 2 , batman returns , hairspray , murder on the orient express ... etc ) . she comes from a line of models & actresses , so it’s no surprise there .

now you have young kane morgan , now im ashamed to say he was named after citizen kane , his parent’s favourite movie ( rlly no taste ngl ) & you’ll never guess his middle name .... brando . that’s it , i’m cancelling him .

but basically he’s a little accident that happened before the marriage , oops ? so really , an unhappy surprise for ms & mr morgan . his mother wasn’t very happy w his arrival because all she wanted to do was to work on movies & NOT take care of a child .

don’t worry , cuz kane rlly felt that unhappiness ooze outta her . gr8 nannies though , he loves them .

his father was happy to have someone to teach all his knowledge to , nerd alert , but that was one of the few moments he appreciated kane . that’s it .

so one could imagine the disaster of a kid being brought up by movie stars ( read : nannies ) , not a stranger to cameras , red carpets & all that good stuff .

ofc he was a child actor , his parents tried to put him in almost every movie they could , spreading that good morgan family name n all . kane didn’t think much of it , until he was old enough to understand .

he was definitely a little bratty , demanding attention from everyone all the time . being as fickle as they come , but that’s only because his parents didn’t give a flying fuck .

as he grew up , still on the spotlight , he liked to be on & off the camera . some years , he yearned to be the center of attention & other’s he hated the job . very hard to keep up with .

when he turned sixteen , he had his first ( & probably not last ) proper hollywood breakdown , almost as bad as brittany circa 2007 . he got a good role & was introduced to the bad side of hollywood . parties , drugs , shady people & all that good stuff . he was influenceable & fell into all the traps . it was only 2 years later that his parents were able to snap him out of it . they ofc paid all the tabloids to keep the good name out of their articles , but if you do your research , you’ll find some pretty pics of lil morgan .

since then , he has cleaned up his act . ofc he took a couple of years off , went to college, tried to focus on himself & discover who he was ( he wasn’t only a morgan , he was kane !! who is kane ?? ) & he only started starring in roles recently , post college graduation .

he just got off his first acting job post - hiatus & it’s a blockbuster . i was thinking maybe inspired on those coming of age movies ( à la hot summer nights but w more traction ) & people are freaking out !! kane morgan on the big screen ?? WHAT ?? he came back to nc before he decides on what to do next .

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ok so you can already guess that kane morgan is no humble kid . i like to think he has layers , but ppl can’t be bothered to look through all of them .

some would say that his major problems stem from the fact that his parents didn’t give him enough attention & the public gave him too much .

having your parents’ attention ? that’s so 2002 .

for the press i like to think he has this movie star facade down . you know the old charming james dean smile , handsome but kind . loves the underdog , very humble about his social standing . generous , outgoing & loved by everyone .

idk i never met james dean , all the information i have on him is taylor swift’s song : style .

now if we dig a little deeper , he’s still quite the charmer ( c’mon he’s an actor after all ) , but maybe not as humble nor kind . he can be quite rude & entitled , but has some good jokes . don’t get him completely wrong , he’s still a bit generous ( he gives 25% tips wow ) . likes a good party , but knows his limits . always down for a good time .

if we go even deeper , oof , he’s a bit broken . never learned to love properly , all he has it’s movies , which we can all agree are shit if you’re gonna base your attachment type on it . he lives on his own little world & likes to keeps his guards up . a sweetheart really , you can see past all the snobby film critic bullshit & he’s just a boy who wanna have fun & have a good life like all those people on the screen .

you would fucken think im a film major but NO , i’m not even that fancy w movies . and after all reading all those movies titles ur head must be spinning , MINE IS !! but ily & ur an absolute queen / king / monarch if you read thru all of this !! let me tag my plot page below hehe , it’s were we get angstyyy !

plot page babey

#cancelled:intro #* 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 / ooc .#this is too much #feel free to drink tea & JUDGE me fhdjk

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isekaisyouwithmyforearmlaser · 3 years

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long post about stupid videogame ahead

i always get bitter-sweet when thinking about beyond good and evil. on one hand we are getting a prequel, which despite how disappointing it may be for us not to be getting a sequel after the first game ended on a cliff hanger, i feel like a prequel is a perfect opportunity to further solidify the universe of beyond good and evil and fleshout how it operates and give us more lore then just if pey’j is ok (of course he is). we already have a pretty solid explanation of how the animal hybrids exist and it leaves a lot to be explored.

on the other hand im really sad we didnt see just an updated version of the style in the original game. the cartoony-ish look mixed with the huge water color world with cool colors and magical soundtrack is something that easily couldve been improved upon (graphical update) while still holding its original charm. this brings up the arguement of ancels original vision for the game, which no doubt had to be stifled due to the limitations of hardware at the time. i do believe what beyond good and evil 2 is looking like around this time is closer to what ancel originally envisioned, but i’ll forever be attached to what the game actually looked like at the end of the day.

i dont post much about bge right now because bge2 is slow coming. im starting to wonder if we’ll get it at all. the game itself was announced before i graduated highschool.... its been a long time since then. i think if the second game doesnt work out the story could easily be concluded in a comic series, one that could easily mix the style of the first and second games to make a semi-realistic style with softer brushes but bold colors and character profiles. i can always go back and replay the first game, but what scares me is that if the second game isnt successful, we may never see a conclusion to the story i’ve been invested in since i was in early elementary school. i used to play beyond good and evil before i went to school everyday, i used to stay up late at night playing it, because it had the appeal of cartoon and art i enjoyed at the time while still being mature enough for it to make me feel like i was actually being engaged in intelligent ways (as opposed to just watching jimmy neutron or cow and chicken. Later i found other cartoons that engaged me in the same way, but when i was little this game was all i had.) i really really really love beyond good and evil- its the most hardcore nostalgic i am for anything, but i believe my love for it whether it be nostalgia or not is completely justified. the game holds up wonderfully today aside from, again, limitations and challenges that were a product of its time, but i recommend the game to everyone. i really want to learn to get way better at environments just so i can paint beyond good scenes.

a lot of people were quick to shit on the new characters we’ve seen thus far in bge2. i think this is mostly just because of nostalgia. this game was a huge part of my childhood but i immediately found them both to have the same heart as the first game did, which was flush with multicultural influence and unique characters. i think its harsh to make judgements too when all we’ve seen is there appearance and a few interactions. thats not nearly enough to determine if a character is worthy or not! personally i find the two introduced so far the most (shani and knox, though we have other characters name personality wise we’ve seen the most from these two). another cool aspect from the new game is the hitrecord thing where they are collaborating with long time beyond good and evil fans to have their art and stuff in game with credit and such. i think its a wonderful idea given the visual themes we’ve seen in the game thus far.

the thing i miss the most from bge1 is the lighthouse and the children there. i have a huge huge huge huge HUGE attachment to the song that plays there, home sweet home. everytime i hear it i get all teary eyed. i hope one day we get to see the lighthouse children again. the found family thing that was in the original beyond good and evil game gave me a lot of hope as a kid, and i just hope to see those characters in the future.

another cool thing i’ve noticed is that jade’s alias in the first game is shauni, and a new seemingly central character introduced in the prequel is named shani. i wonder if her and jade will end up knowing eachother. jade appears to be a lot younger so maybe shani takes her under her wing in a sense, but who knows! i just thought that was neat. might just be a call back to the original game

regardless of my nostalgia for the original game and my preference for the artstyle i still do like how bge2 looks so far both in art direction and in gameplay. i just hope if comes out in my lifetime

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oikawa13 · 3 years

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love in the time of köttbullar

Shouyou sets the bowl on the tiny table with a flourish and an itadakimasu! and this is when it hits Atsumu harder than a Skurup to the temple:He wants this. Shouyou, hip cocked against the miniature kitchen countertop, smiling shyly up at Atsumu through the amber fan of his lashes, beautiful god-boy-man somehow glowing gold even under the buzzy LED lighting. Though they’re standing in a 430,000 square foot warehouse in Tsurumachi, Atsumu’s looking at Shouyou, and he’s home.

Amid the Flärdfull and the Smörboll, Miya Atsumu falls a little more in love.

words: 3,378 | rating: T

i’ve never been inside an ikea so this fic quite literally changed me as a person. sometimes loving a person is as scary as saying that first i love you!!!! and sometimes... love is easy as saying i love you at an ikea ; ;

LAUNCHING MERRILY DOWN THE PATH OF SIN (THE FIRST TIME)

"Bokuto said I should bring you home. But I don’t know where you live. So I took you here.”

“To hell?”

"No, Atsumu-san. To my apartment."

words: 1,990 | rating T

i wake up in the middle of the night thinking about this fic and then go on ao3 to reread it again its just so fdjgfhdjf good. i think about this shoyo a lot. theres something!!!! very dreamy going on here. this is the first part to a series btw, you can read them all if you want since theyre probably all around 1k :-)

lord i no longer believe in anything but the way he holds my name between his teeth

The miracle of the rabbit on the moon.

“We took this photo at their seventh birthday party. His father baked a cake. But someone ate all the jellybeans off the top before they could even sing the birthday song. That’s why Atsumu cried. He used to cry a lot. It stopped when the twins found out about volleyball, but before that Atsumu would cry over everything. Spilled milk. A skinned knee. The neighbor’s dog. He was the twin that was scared of paper straws. It's funny how things have changed.

“He looks happier now. Did you do that?”

words: 10,456 | rating: T

so, this goes just a liiiiitle past 10k so its up to you if you want to read it or not, i just thought i’d include it since its so! close! lol theres this part!!!!! they are holding hands underneath the table!!!!!!!!! atsumu are you drunk?!!! no!!!!! hes just so stupidly in love with shoyo. i cant stand them!!!!!!!!!!!

wait for it, wait for it

The notifications are up at 100+ again and Hana wants to check it quickly to make sure nothing's wrong, especially because she'd just cleared them before the media scrum. The fans, she figured, must be overjoyed with the win.Congratulations MSBY Nation!!! the first reply reads. #myspiker #atsuhinaBoth tags, she finds, are currently trending in Japan.

Five times #atsuhina trended on volleyball Twitter and one time it should have (but luckily didn't), as told by the MSBY Black Jackals' junior publicist

words: 6,043 | rating: T

this fic is SOOOOO much fun!!!!!! also i love hana, idk if i ever mentioned that before but yeah. this is like... hdjkdhgjfd so much ; ; <3

south of an early summer

Warmth, then, was being wanted back. Two weeks later, Atsumu holds that warmth in by Shouyou’s waist; he watches it, how it sleeps, and wonders what the heat will become next.

words: 2,602 | rating T | tw: atsumu being atsumu about (past) kg/hn for a split second

IF i wasnt an absolute fool and gave you all these recommendations to pick and choose from id just send you this and the walking emoji bc honestly!!!!!!!!! i may not know what the heck romantic means but i see this and maybe it is romantic! maybe its not the average romantic idk?!!!! but i do know theres something beautiful here. love ?? ; ;

truths in two’s

Shouyou leaves for Brazil in two hours.

words: 8,300 | rating: T

LDR.... but like, in probably one of the easiest 2 breathe/good feeling fic for ldr!!!! idk im a baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ten reasons to break up with me: a love letter

1. It has to be you, ‘cause I won’t.

words: 4,197 | rating: T

pls....... i cant even THINK about this fic without crying okay!!!!!!!! insane. fuckign!!!! i love it so much, so much. it lives in my heart. this is the fic where i was like... i dont believe in love. yes i do. no<3 YES!!!!!!!! and cried and paced my room and finally FINALLY!!!!!! stopped feeling so hurt about hinata leaving for brazil again lmao!! like, i cant explain. this sounds crazy right???? anyway, i think... atsuhina can love each other so much it hurts when theyre apart but their love is so.... i mean......... they literally waited years to play together... so......... their love keeps them going..... GOODBYE!!!! i love listening to fka twigs cellophane & home with you and just..... being insane.

just can’t help myself

Five times Hinata takes care of Atsumu, and one time Atsumu returns the favor.

words: 5,025 | rating: T

*think about atshn taking care of each other* *cries*

blue crush

And there’s a promise there, sewn into the easy curve of his lips: I’m not going anywhere, Atsumu-san. Glittering eyes that cut through the rain-blurry dark like a beacon when Shouyou turns back to look up at him. Even if you fuck up all of our dates.

Murphy’s Law as demonstrated by Miya Atsumu.

words: 2,297 | rating: T

atsumu trying very hard to have things perfect and romantic and even in the failures its still very lovely<3

If I’m Icarus, You Must be the Sun (Allow me Three Mistakes)

He wonders if Icarus felt like nothing was wrong with self-destructing, because he had reveled in the sun, if only for a little while.

Atsumu finds, loving Hinata is the same.

Atsumu's love over the years, and the mistakes that accompany it.

words: 4,620 | rating: T

i am...very weak to the whole icarus/sun thing with hinata and his ships. this one though......... i think about it A lot.

in your eyes, i see our future

“Yer’ a real sweetheart, Hinata Shouyou.”

Shouyou smiles brilliantly. “Only for you~”

He scoots over so Shouyou can sit next to him. He can smell the pineapple body wash Shouyou is so fond of the moment he sits down. Shouyou passes the tray over carefully before settling against the headboard comfortably.

“What’s the occasion?"

(Or, Atsumu just really wants to marry Shouyou.)

words: 9,769 | rating: T

fhdsjjkjfdsj goes crazy stupid over marriage!!!!! listen... i do not believe in marriage!!!!! but for atsuhina, oh you bet i do!!!! :-)

breathing a hello

There’s no significance to them ending up here except that both of their lives are held in the sway of volleyball. Everything else comes second.That’s the crux of it, really.

words: 2,826 | rating: T

gjhfsjkfd shhhhhhhhh. my heart is very soft when i think of them here, please..... just!!!! pls.

if you’re out there in the cold, i’ll cover you in moonlight

My [23M] best friend and ex-boyfriend [23M] is visiting me for a week, and my current boyfriend [24M] who agreed to all of this is suddenly withdrawing from me. Can I get some advice? Please? Anyone?

words: 8335 | rating: T | chapters: 3 | tw: past kg/hn 😳

this one is optional since you wanted one shots and theres 3 chapters here. my idea of romantic is...well, i especially love when one of them is acting hurtful/mean/difficult to the other bc their own personal issues but the other loves them anyway??? and then they work on that issue!!! just!!!!! ; ;

Love in the Time of Insomnia

And anyway Hinata was sprinting out faithfully after Atsumu, who had keys to the gym like a badass, and who was going to give his spikers a few more tosses after-hours without Meian knowing like the greatest, most generous badass the Jackals had ever seen.

words: 2,457 | rating: G

running four kilometers just so atsumu can rest. this is what romantic means!!!! hdkshjfhdj

ode to what you’d have been

5 times it’s Kageyama’s fault and the 1 time Hinata realizes it has never been.

words: 3,628 | rating: G

loving someone including their flaws PART 2!!!!!! ok.... u might be like... um... this is romantic? hfdkhjfd LISTEN!!!! to me!!! there is nothing more romantic than being in love with someone and the ugly parts of them. going, i love you, all of you. and communication!!! and understanding!!! and feeling terrible and shitty and horrible but having the one you love accept you. and trying to help ease your mind, worries. *sobs real hard* also shout out 2 ‘okaaayy.... i hate sakusa now’

a shrine for a boy

Despite his uncertainty about how to tell Atsumu of his move to São Paulo, Hinata takes action. Things do not go according to plan.

words: 2,447 | rating: G

hinatas time 2 be romantic and fail but its ok bc!!!!!!!!!! :-) they are just dummies in love<3

the greatest distance between you and longing is defeat

(In other words: Atsumu, let go. I’m here now.)

words: 3,310 | rating: G

um... *cries* post break up.... o_o!!!! god they really thought they could????? lmao!!!!!!

the tear in this (our gentle language)

“I’m going back to Brazil.”

He isn’t asking for permission. This isn’t a consultation. Hinata Shouyou informs his boyfriend at their after-practice practice. Miya Atsumu has a volleyball in each arm, trying to pick up a third. It drops and rolls away from him. The thud resounding in an empty gymnasium.

Shouyou had tried to envision Atsumu’s reaction many times. He never expected to be met with silence.

Alternatively: an exploration of Hinata Shouyou’s return to Brazil

words: 7,204 | rating: M

ldr CAN be romantic ok!!!!!!!! it takes a lot of communication, time, and love ; ;

evening sun

Atsumu looks at Shouyou and thinks, I want to know every inch of you.

words: 1,502 rating: M

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