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fallouttboy · 7 months ago

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fob nashville: the feelings

(tw throwing up)

fob nashville truly was an experience that will never be forgotten. i went alone and had floor tickets, though i spent most of the show either behind the scenes or in a sensory room due to excessive tummy problems that i thought were anxiety induced but turned out to be a stomach bug.

it was hot in the arena. unbearably so to me, but i was also anxious and in the beginning stages of illness. i was sitting on the actual floor of the arena during we didn’t start the fire and i was then moved by staff to a chair that was just behind the sound and lighting crew. i thought to myself that this was perfect, because i had planned on asking one of them for a set after the show, and pete’s riser was right in front of me! unfortunately, that’s when i got sick again and was helped to an area that was for sure not meant for me.

this area was for the vip passes for the arena and the band’s guest list havers, not backstage, but not for normal people. in sitting back there, i saw jack and alex from all time low walk past, joking and talking to each other. the fifteen year old in me wanted to shoot up and run to them, tell them how much they meant to me and get a photo, or no photo, just the experience. but the twenty four year old, much less fangirl and much more human-y, realized that i was sick and it wouldn’t be worth spreading it to them. it was fucking cool seeing them like that though; despite growing up inside of the music world and seeing stars that are well established and making their way up the ranks, it is still always so shocking to me that they really are just people. they have mortgages and bills and get sick and have off days just like me. their stardom doesn’t make them less human, it just makes some aspects significantly easier. to see jack and alex goofing off like me and my friends did back at fob austin was a feeling of “oh, right. humans.” and it grounded me in a way; at fifteen, i saw them as these huge stars that were so much cooler and so much more talented than me, living my dream, our dream. i saw them as, to put it plainly, gods; i saw every musician i looked up to as a god. i’ve been to all time low shows since then, one in the nosebleeds and one about 7 rows from the stage in a small venue, but even then they were still untouchable; they were on a pedestal and we couldn’t touch, we were the dreamer and they were the dream. it was them at the altar and us at the pews. seeing them in this capacity, where i was a (sick) human and they were best friends walking to the bathroom-it’s like something in me shifted. i saw a part of them that i was never meant to see. i saw jack and alex, not Jack And Alex.

fall out boy played kintsugi kid and i couldn’t help but weep. jack and alex rounded the corner coming back from the bathroom around this point and then circled back to go to the lexus lounge, a fancy food and bar area that’s blocked off to normal people that don’t have a pass or a hundred dollars to spare for access. i wonder if they saw me crying. i wonder if they saw me at all. i was dehydrated beyond belief, so almost no tears came out, but my body was weeping. my face was scrunched up and ugly and i was snotty and vaguely nauseous from emotion this time, not just the oncoming of a bug. kintsugi kid is my song from so much (for) stardust. i’ve been attached to her since the drop, i miss the way i felt nothing, overwhelmed by being seen. to have her as a full band song was too much, salt in a wound, rubbing alcohol to clean a cut that’s still bleeding, a kick when you’re still down. it’s what i needed. i needed that release, i needed that feeling of being so deeply, desperately seen. i needed them to know me, even if they don’t know who i am. i needed to know them, even if i don’t know who they are. baby please, i just need someone to hold me, even though you don’t even know me.

i didn’t see jack and alex again. instead, around the start of the medley, i was escorted back to a sensory room on the second floor. to get there, i was taken in the behind-the-scenes part; bridgestone arena is home to the nashville predators, our hockey team, and since fall out boy is decidedly not a hockey team, all of the hockey game set up items (the plexiglass walls, the nets, etc) were stored away in this section. this is also where the band’s load in things were; fall out boy’s were all still out since they were currently performing, but the amps and props for carr, hot mulligan, and jimmy eat world were all being loaded up into their trucks as i was walking through. i walked through a group of people that i'm sure had relations to some of the bands (i didn’t recognize anyone else) and it reminded me again that these people are just people. they have a capital n name and more money than i’ll probably ever see, but they’re humans. they’re people.

me and my medic passed by a black box-table that probably held some sort of sound equipment, and taped to it were two setlists. i half joked to my medic if taking one would be a bad idea, and she smiled at me, knowingly, and simply responded that she didn’t know, and she didn’t want either of us to get in trouble. we proceeded to the second floor and exited the elevator as patrick began spotlight. i asked my medic if she was a fan, and she said yes, this was her second time working a fall out boy show. she said more that i wish i had caught but it was then that i realized that it was spotlight being played, and i was trying my hardest not to cry in front of this woman i barely knew.

i got to the sensory room and flopped down into a beanbag and cried. all of the emotions were hitting now; i was missing my favorite band in my hometown because i was getting sick. but i paid hundreds of dollars for these tickets, i was not missing this show. i was being safe, doing my best to stay away from people and not transfer anything, which was easy given that i was so distanced from everyone. it did hit me, though, upon talking to my friends, that this was truly such a me experience.

something about me is my full body love for music and music industry and everything surrounding the field. i’ve been backstage, i’ve been in studios, i’ve been raised in the industry. i have experienced the music industry first hand, my father being away a lot of weekends as i was a child because he was doing shows, my uncle taking me to studios to drop off papers, the list goes on. i’m not bragging either, it’s a fast paced and unforgiving industry.

but there is something so magical to it. there is an atmosphere that reeks of i’m doing this and it doesn’t matter your status in stardom (unless you got there in a means of paying people off or another, in my opinion, unethical way). and while i’ve seen backstage, i’ve seen artists come off stage and immediately take a huge swig of a mysterious clear liquid, i’ve seen bills get difficult to pay because the union payment hasn’t hit yet-it’s always like looking into a world of what should be. it’s looking behind the curtain to see the man behind the wizard: uncomfortable and sort of life ruining, now knowing that it isn’t some magical thing but is entirely explainable with human standards, but that almost makes it more magical.

getting to see how fall out boy looks behind the scenes, the boxes and crates and groups of roadies all rushing to pack up before the bus call; that’s beautiful, but in the way it’s beautiful when the weather is horrible and your shoes won’t stay tied and the bread is moldy on the day after a breakup.

experiencing fall out boy’s set from a dark and cold sensory room is the ideal, by the way. i’m not diagnosed as anything other than Major Depressive Disorder with Moderate to High Anxiety Symptoms, but I have recently (in the past couple of years) started exhibiting overwhelming symptoms of sensory sensitivity (specifically light, sound, touch, and temperature) and feelings of sensory overload have been coming very easily to me as of recent. i didn’t know bridgestone had a sensory room, and i’ve been attending events there since 2009. it’s a room absolutely meant for children, with bubbling color shifting lights and toys aimed for toddlers, but that’s almost perfect, because when i am overloaded i feel almost akin to children. any semblance of adult knowledge on how to approach my feelings go out the window and i am a little kid crying on the floor of a grocery store because it’s too loud and i want to go home.

as i half laid in the beanbag with my doc’s off to the side and my crop top shoved up just below my breast, i finally felt myself cooling off, coming down. patrick went into golden and i cried again, all of the mothers raised their babies to stay away from me, catching my labored breath in the cold of the room. and things were fine, as fine as they can be at a fall out boy show when fall out boy has been your favorite band for half of your life, until the 8 ball.

the 8 ball is always somewhat horrifying in the best ways. i went into sunday expecting the worst (best): one song off my bingo for the 8 ball, maybe one or two for medley. this was almost worse (better); nothing from my bingo got marked off, but they played exactly the songs i needed to hear most.

recently, due to personal reasons, i’ve been feeling an awful lot of shitty feelings. i’ve been struggling a lot with feeling like a whole person, or a person at all. i’ve been struggling with feeling like things are ever going to be okay again. i’ve been struggling with the fact that i thought i'd be in a successful band by 18 and i’m 24 working at a fast food place for the third year in a row, this april. i’ve been struggling with helping myself feel like this is okay, what im doing is okay, i don’t need to be ashamed of who i am because i’m not living the life i thought i would be by now, the life that i made up when i was fifteen and suicidal.

spotlight (oh nostalgia) on its own would’ve been enough. kintsugi was enough. golden would’ve been enough. but we got jet pack blues, and i was dehydrated sobbing again. i have spent the past ten years crying to this song, trying to find that peace of mind behind these two white highway lines, driving into the night until i felt like a human again. this song is my song.

i was scared that nashville would be disappointing after austin, and then after madison square. by nashville, many of my favorite songs had been played already. i didn’t think there would be room for anything. that, and how the 8 ball was decided with the raffle winner-it was in the hands of a stranger. but oh, fall out boy once again takes everything i know to be true and turns it on its head. they didn’t play my favorite songs, they played my songs. they played the songs that exceeded favoritism. they played the songs that are so truly, genuinely, unfortunately and beautifully me that i don’t know what to do. they wrote that setlist for me (they didn’t, obviously, and i had no part in influence). they knew i would be there (they didn’t), they knew what i needed to hear (they didn’t), they knew that in that crowd on sunday night was a half man of a woman that’s going through some really grown up shit right now, and they need to hear these songs.

oh nostalgia, i don’t need you anymore. did you ever love her, do you know? did you never want to be alone? all of the mothers raised their babies to stay away from me and pray they don’t grow up to be. i felt you at the beginning but needed you at the end. but don’t forget it’s your right to do whatever you like, cause you can be your own spotlight.

#mine #fob nashville #w

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stormyoceans · 6 months ago

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monicaa 🥰💗💕💓💗💞 a sleepover sounds like it'd be sm fun, I know I can count on you to fangirl properly when watching smth 😂 a cool sleepover activity would be karaoke so why not give me a list of songs you'd love performing? i personally would enjoy belting out something like free fall from the kp ost

SFJSKDGJSGDJFKSHDK I HONESTLY CANNOT CARRY A TUNE FOR THE LIFE OF ME SO YOU WOULD BE RISKING SEVERE EAR PAIN AND BLEEDING JUST A FAIR WARNING

but doing karaoke with you would be so much fun!!!!! and free fall is such a good song to be belting out loud, i would love to be waving glow sticks next to you while you sing it!!!!!

tbh there are only a handful of songs i simply cannot resist and those are:

i wanna get better by bleachers

baby one more time by britney spears

mr. brightside by the killers

na na na by my chemical romance

don't stop me now by queen

you put on any of these and before you can even realize it i've already stolen the mic and am now giving the performance of a lifetime, shyness and self-consciousness be damned, those songs are MY JAM and im making it everyone's problem!!!!!!!

(if you're wondering why there are no vice versa songs in the list, that's because you start play that OST and suddenly im on the floor wailing weeping howling screeching there's no longer any singing happening here only SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING)

#PETRI NOW I WANNA DO A SLEEPOVER SO BADLY #also thank you so much for asking this!!!!!#i hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!! 💜#ask games #petri 🩵#m: ask

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marvel-ousmondays · 10 months ago

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Iron Man 2

All right, let's do this.

Not too long ago I saw a post somewhere where someone was complaining about this movie. I was trying to think back and remember what they might not have liked.

Having rewatched it, I just think they are crazy.

I might as well start by fangirling over Mickey Rourke's depiction of Whiplash. This character DESERVED more than one movie, it was so well done. (Accent not withstanding- I don't know what a good Russian accent sounds like, but I know a bunch of people didn't like his.) First of all, we have this powerful specimen of a man weeping over his father's death, demonstrating depth of emotion. We then see him kicking ass in the science department. Rourke plays this menacing genius so well. He is largely silent and unreactive, so every word we get from him, every twitch of an eyebrow is meaningful. He's captivating from the moment we meet him. He's also not screwing around. When he goes after Tony, he goes for the kill. He does not care about casualties. Too often, superhero movies will have a villain expound on their reasons for what they are doing, thus giving our hero time to get away. Whiplash doesn't do that. He gets down to business. He's strong, he's brilliant, he's capable of this destruction. But for the foresight of Pepper bringing the suit and Happy driving, Stark would be dead. Luck is Whiplash's undoing, not his own ego.

To dive in further here though, I love the way the movie forces us to see everyone else's perception of this man. Hammer WATCHES Vanko (Whiplash) hack into his suits, he WATCHES him do physics on a Stark scale, and yet still, when money fails to produce results, he treats him like a big dumb lug who can be bullied by bigger, dumber lugs. Because Vanko refuses to speak proper English throughout the movie (which my headcanon is that he can, but chooses not to) and because he's large and tattooed and has long messy hair, the assumption is repeatedly made that he's a dumb ox. EVEN WHEN THEY HAVE EVIDENCE TO THE CONTRARY. What I love about this is that it's so freaking true to life. People will make assumptions about a person based on physique and will hold on to these assumptions, even when PROVEN wrong. (See Lizzo and every plus-size athlete.) Tony IS a notable exception here. When he confronts Vanko, he talks to him scientist to scientist, acknowledging his intelligence, before taunting him with being stuck in prison. He sees the brain combined with the brawn and, while he refuses to show any fear, he knows the man is a force to be reckoned with.

My only complaint is the dismissive attitude everyone had regarding Howard Stark having Anton Vanko deported. I'm not a HUGE fan of the fact Marvel opted to make the Russian guy "only out for money" while the American guy "wanted to provide energy for the people", but even if I go with that, it's problematic. Stark already HAS oodles of money by the time he's creating the arc reactor- of COURSE he can opt to just make something for "the good of humanity." Vanko defected, from RUSSIA, during the COLD WAR- he'd have been left with nothing but his own talents, knowledge, and skill. He finds a job and realizes he can make his own millions and we're supposed to think that's bad while loving Howard? Come now. And to have him deported back to the country he betrayed for it? Howard's a hypocritical ass.

I had forgotten this was our first introduction to Black Widow, which was awesome overall. I love Scarlett Johannsen's ability to play the emotional manipulator and also the badass. There's a little overplay on her use of sexuality here, but it makes sense given Tony's proclivities. I do like that they move quickly from animosity to friendship with her and Pepper- we don't have to groan at the two women backstabbing BS.

When I watched this the first time, I did guess the atom thing about a half hour before it happened (to the shock of my friend). I appreciated the building of the collider more this time. I also appreciated Iron Man's character building more this time. He'd just started saving the world, just started paying back an impossible debt to Yinsen, only to learn that his time is more limited than he thought. And he fluctuates between wanting to do so much more and also just wanting to have "fun" in his typical self-destructive spiral way as he's dying. RDJ does this well, though this is actually one area where I felt the fast-talking, West Wing style banter sometimes hurt audience participation in these emotions. There were times where you didn't quite have enough time to process before we were on to the next.

Hammer is annoying. And this is what some people will complain about. Except... he's supposed to be! Hammer is the epitome of people who want to buy legacy. He wants to be known and liked and yeah, a little feared. (If he only cared about being known and liked, he'd have gone the charity route, rather than the war arms route.) He has no skills, so he trades off others' skills and fails to understand anyone who money doesn't speak to.

I want to be clear on this - people who money doesn't speak to, not people who already have money. He does understand Tony Stark to a degree- they both inherited money after all- and his undoing there is more jealousy that Tony got brains to go with his bucks. But he knows legacy is where to hurt the man. He's right about that. What he's wrong about is his ability to bribe and bully Whiplash.

The film quality is definitely sleeker here. We're moving toward the "modern Marvel" LOOK. But there are still lots of times moments are allowed to sit and harsh truths are revealed. I'm watching for the type of banter people complain about but it's not here yet.

Oh, last because if I don't address it, someone will complain. Don Cheadle vs Terrence Howard as Rhodey- the fact is both men are incredibly talented and equally capable at playing this role. I wish they'd stuck with one or the other but both played their A game in the movies they were in. I don't think I gave Cheadle enough credit when I watched this one the first time (I was on a real Terrence Howard kick at the time and still think really highly of him as actor) but he pulled off the switchover very well.

Note for me:

Directed by: Jon Favreau

#marvel #marvel mcu #mcu

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hphmmatthewluther · 1 year ago

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Back By Midnight: Operation BULLSEYE - Part 3/4:

Taglist of peeps who might be interested (lemme know if you want to be added or removed!): @akaisenhatake @camillejeaneshphm @catohphm @fangirl-screaming @rosachaotic @ag907 @nikyiscreepy @oseathepebble

Also! This chapter features cameos from characters by: @ag907, @stupendousbookworm, @fangirl-screaming and @camillejeaneshphm !!

(contains discussions of trauma and death, blood, and missing persons)

The only sounds that rang out through the building were the three pairs of feet that sped through the reception, a large open place with a few benches along the walls, and a large array of constellations and planets on display on the domed roof above them, as well as a large wall behind the stairs with a large carved logo of the moon and several stars, with the initials “TMF” carved next to it. Two of the three flashed passes of some kind to a receptionist as they beckoned the third to follow them. “C’mon!” Agent Terra said, panting, “We should be able to make it!”

Matthew nodded, trying his best to keep pace with the twin agents as they darted down a corridor. However, they had the slight advantage over him in that they had not spent their night fighting for their lives and scrambling through a building full of people wanting him dead. The prize Matthew had won by doing so, in his hands, his other hand went down to clasp his hip. Of all the times he could have developed a stitch, he supposed it was once again his luck that it would occur at the final hurdle. Still, he gritted his teeth and sprinted towards the others as they went up the stairs and turned the corner, before slowing as they came to a door.

They had gone down a corridor labelled “Senior Astronomers’ Offices”, running past various cabinets filled with trophies with awards labelled with “The Midnight Foundation” for outstanding services, charity work, or other such endeavours. However, Matthew’s eyes only focused on those for a moment before turning to the door the Agents had stopped in front of, seemingly deciding which one of them would open the door. Eventually, Gaia relented and knocked thrice below the sign that read “Professor Helena Ravenclaw - Senior Astronomer” The three looked at each other, Matthew unable to risk looking down at his watch.

“Come in.” said a voice from within. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Agent Gaia opened the door, revealing a larger-than-expected room with a large window at the back, providing a view of several London landmarks along the river Thames. The other walls were adorned with various astronomical charts, as well as a projector screen, Matthew’s eyes widening when he saw it was showing camera footage from the Reflection building. Once again, however, his eyes were drawn to what was directly before him, namely the woman sitting at the silver desk.

Between a Newton’s cradle and a clock that read 7 minutes to midnight (Matthew had to force himself not to weep with joy when he saw that) sat a woman who looked to be in her thirties, with long black curly hair tied behind her back. She had a dark blue suit jacket on with a matching tie, and pale silver-blue eyes that glared at the group that had entered her office. Her eyes flitted between the twins, to Matthew, to the ID Machine he held. Her expression did not change as she leant forward, pressing a button on the keyboard in front of her.

“Agent Gaia. Agent Terra…Agent Moon.” she said finally. “What do you have to report?”

Gaia looked at her brother and gestured; clearly since she had knocked it was thus Terra’s turn to speak. “Agent Galileo, we are pleased to report that our mission was a success. Agent Moon was able to locate and secure the device used to identify and eliminate agents of MI6.”

Galileo (somehow the name already replaced Helena in Matthew’s mind) blinked, her expression unchanging. He was sure that she would address that technically two Agent Moons had been involved in this mission, but instead simply said. “Very good. Agent Moon, if you would allow me to examine the device?” she said, making it sound equal parts a request and an order. He stepped forward and held out the ID machine, and while he had hoped to do it silently, he couldn’t help but mutter the word he said more than any other. “Uh, here, ma’am, um, sorry-”

She stopped in her tracks, both their hands on the device. “Sorry? Whatever are you sorry for?”

He could feel Gaia and Terra glaring into the back of his head, unsure if they were angry at him or simply confused at why he’d apologised. To be honest, he wasn’t sure why he’d done it either. The adrenaline from the mission gone, he felt the memories of the previous night weighing upon him. “I just…well, there was the whole mess with the earpiece and me suddenly just becoming Agent Moon and the stuff with the sniper and-”

“Matthew.” Galileo said, slowly taking the machine. “I may call you that, yes? It is quite alright. Believe me, this was one of the cleaner missions we’ve had, especially for an unofficial one. And you don’t have to worry about the nature of your recruitment. I joined the Midnight Foundation in…a similar way.”

“You did?” Gaia and Terra asked simultaneously. Matthew merely nodded along, his mind still full of flashes of gunfire, the flashbang, the decision to use his bracelet as a knuckle duster, the consequences it had.

“You’ve been through a lot, tonight, but you’ve managed something incredible. Agents Gaia, Terra, Moon, your mission is accomplished at four minutes to midnight. And worry not, we’ve had many far closer calls than this.” Galileo reassured Matthew, sitting down at her desk once again, and gesturing for the others to take a seat. “Now then, I suppose we should move on to the debriefing, as long as Agent Moon is not too badly injured. Agent Moon?”

The question barely registered with him. The knuckle duster. The punch, the glazed, confused look, the stagger out of the lift shaft, the gunshot, the way the card fell from his bloodstained suit-

“Matt!” Terra said, finally causing him to look up. “You’re …”

He looked down, and saw that there were multiple cuts and scratches that had been made along his arms and chest. He must have got them when the Knight of Swords (the card in the guard’s pocket) had a hold of him and was trying to force him out of the shaft. “I…sorry, I didn’t…”

“Take him to the medical area.” Galileo ordered. “Once he’s ready, return here for debrief. And Matthew, you do not have to apologise. You had no warning whatsoever for this…your predecessor, however, did.”

Gaia and Terra helped Matthew out and back down the stairs, both of them seeming just as nervous as he was. When they were a fair distance away from the office, Gaia sighed. “Can’t believe her! Blaming M-, er, Bill like that!”

“Quiet! You know how she can listen in via camera.” Terra hissed. “Besides, it’s…not like she’s wrong, he even said it himself.”

Gaia rolled her eyes. “Still, it’s cruel, especially since he’s in the hospital. I dunno…how you holding up, Matty.”

Matthew simply shrugged, clutching the bruise that hurt the most. “S-Sorry, I just…never been good at describing pain and…all suddenly washed over me.”

“Don’t worry, we get it, Galileo’s pretty scary at times-” Terra admitted.

“No, it wasn’t her. She actually helped. She was nice.”

The twins looked at each other, a little confused. “If you say so…” Gaia said, sighing. “Here we are. These guys are the best at what they do, you’ll be fine.”

Matthew felt his stomach churn, and not just because of the bruises and cuts across it. “I…I just hope I’m not wasting their time, I’m sure they deal with far worse and to deal with someone who’s as much of a mess as m-”

On reflection, Matt felt that it was quite frankly embarrassing how quickly the feelings of dread vanished from his mind as he walked into the so-called medical area. Before him stood a woman who somehow seemed more than fine with being awake past midnight. She had silver-white hair and a lab coat over medical scrubs, and was taking a sip from her coffee when the group came in. She smiled softly as she got up, kicking her chair under her desk as she walked over. “Ah, hello! You must be the new Agent Moon! Galileo sent me a message in advance! I’m Agent Luna, why don’t you sit down and we’ll take a look at you?”

Matthew suddenly felt less like he was in a spy headquarters and more like he’d gone to the doctors for a check-up. Bewildered by this change in tension, he obeyed Luna’s instructions and scooted over to the bed/chair/seat that the room had. He tried to shake himself out of the state he was in and turned to Gaia and Terra. “Th-thank you, really, I…I don’t know what I’d be doing without you, especially with everything going on around here, I, um…”

“It’s alright.” Terra reassured him. “We’ll be waiting for you outside, too. Got to debrief after all. Just let yourself relax. That’s what this place is for.”

He and Gaia waved and left the room, but as they opened the door to leave Matthew saw someone short with black hair walking past. He was convinced he was seeing things, but they closed the door before he could see them properly, leaving Matthew feeling as alone as he had in the lift going down in the Reflection building. He remembered that Agent Luna was there, however, and turned to her.

“So, you just got recruited, is that right?” she asked, typing away at her computer (which actually seemed quite modern, which was new for computers in doctor’s offices that Matt was used to seeing). “Thrust straight into a mission? That certainly would explain the state you’re in, my word…how were the twins? They didn’t bicker too much, did they?”

Matthew shook his head, only now realising the earpiece was still in his ear. “Not really. I mean, sometimes, but it wasn’t too bad. They still helped me through everything, saved me a lot of times.”

“Mm, that sounds like them, yeah.” Luna chuckled. “So, what’s the damage?”

Matt looked down at himself, the suit which had looked brand new at the start of the night now dirty and bloodstained. He wasn’t sure if it made him more or less nervous that the blood seemed to be his and not the guard. “Well, I’ve got cuts and bruises across my stomach, that’s where most of the pain is, as well as across both my arms.”

“No bullet wounds or anything? Hmm, quite impressive for a rookie. You not had any formal training, then?” Luna asked, pushing her office chair over to him.

“Well, not really, just sort of the basic training they give everyone in MI6 but…not as intensive, seeing as I was in IT.”

“Ah, the classic downfall of the MI6 types. We never really saw the point of dividing things like that. Sure, people have different strengths, which is why they tend to take different roles, but we all had the same start and then specialised. Like you, right? You said you were an IT guy but then completed a successful field mission! The old Agent Moon definitely picked well, if you don’t mind me saying.” She said, before going a little pink. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble.”

“I-It’s ok, I…tend to ramble a lot too, goodness I was a mess in front of agent Galileo, um…”

“No, I totally get that. If you could roll up your sleeves and lift up your shirt?” she asked, examining each injury once Matt did so. “Nothing too major, but some of them will scar going into the next few days. Hey, Aquila! Can you bring the box of sprays out?!” she yelled, apologising when Matthew winced.

The other door in the office opened, and a woman with black hair and a chocolate bar in her mouth appeared from within an attached office. “De boffs dof sbrays?” she asked before removing the chocolate. “Sorry, the box of sprays, right? One sec. That the new guy? Glad to see he made it in one piece, ha!”

Luna sighed. “That’s Agent Aquila’s way of saying hello. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it…eventually.”

Aquila returned with a box full of various containers, presumably with sprays within. “Here ya go! And don’t worry babygrill, if you end up sticking around, we’ll be sure to patch you up! And we give out free chocolate!”

“That was meant to be a surprise!” Luna said, exasperated. “S-Sorry-”

“Really, you don’t have to apologise, she seems nice.”

Luna nodded, pulling a few of the sprays out of the box. “Well, it’s lovely to meet someone so accepting. Hold still now, these might sting a little.”

After several sprays, and several winces from Matthew, Luna allowed him to put his shirt back down. “Now, I’d also say you need to get out of those dirty clothes, but since you don’t exactly have anything else that can wait for a while. Oh, and here’s your chocolate!” She got off the chair, inviting Matthew to do the same, and handed him a wrapped piece of circular chocolate. “It’s a moon! It’s even got little craters in it, which I suppose means you get less chocolate, but still, that means it’s healthier, right?”

Matthew laughed, and felt like a weight had released itself from his shoulders. “Thanks so much, Luna.”

“Don’t mention it, Moon! Welcome to the Midnight Foundation!” She said, waving. Aquila stuck her head out again and waved too, Matthew repeating the gesture as he left the room.

He found Gaia and Terra sitting just outside, the both of them immediately getting up from their seats. “You ok? Get some stuff for the injuries?” Terra asked, pausing to yawn. It had barely registered to Matthew that it was so late, he’d more or less been running off of adrenaline since sunset. Still, he nodded in return.

“Good, good.” Gaia said, looking just as tired as her brother. “Come on, let’s get back to Agent Galileo. I get the sense that this is going to be one hell of a debriefing.”

They made their way up the stairs once again, once again returning to the part of the building that looked like an astronomy society. “So, everyone’s got agent names based off of…well, space names?”

Terra nodded in reply as they once again passed the receptionist, climbing the stairs past the large wooden carving of the Midnight Foundation’s logo. As they walked, Matthew kept his eyes on a swivel, just in case he saw whoever it was he thought he’d seen earlier. “Yeah, so you’ve got me and Gaia, both old names for the Earth, you and Luna being names for the moon, Galileo being, well, Galileo, plus a lot of people named after constellations.”

“Oh yeah,” Matthew remembered, “I met Agent Aquila while I was with Luna, so that makes sense.”

“Did she call you babygrill? She tends to do that. A lot.” Gaia said, her face growing uneasy as she approached the door once again, gesturing for Terra to knock.

“Come in.” said Galileo, in an identical cadence to the first time. The three walked in and she gestured for them to sit down, not looking up from whatever she had in front of her, which included her computer, some papers, and of course the ID Machine. Once they had sat down, she finally turned her head to look at them. “Well…I think to say that this mission had some unexpected turns to it would be something of an understatement, wouldn’t you?” The other three agents nodded before she continued. “But let’s review this from the very beginning. Three weeks ago, I tasked Agents Gaia, Terra, and Moon…that is, the current Moon’s predecessor, with investigating MI6 from within to find a cause for the high number of casualties that were occuring. Now…” she said, turning to the twins, “When and how did your group first make contact with Matthew Luther?”

It was Gaia who spoke up. “W-We found that one of the people that MI6 had tasked with investigating the problem had discovered an actual connection, and so worried that they would squash it, as MI6 have been doing recently, the, uhm, former Agent Moon decided it would be best to intervene directly and work with that person to properly investigate the area that was triggering these incidents.”

Galileo simply nodded, her fingers still on the ID Machine. “Very good. Now, you are all on the same page, I feel comfortable informing you of certain developments. Namely regarding William Weasley. He’s currently being treated and is in a stable condition. You’ll be able to visit him tomorrow if you wish, as visiting hours are over for now.” She gestured to the time, 25 past midnight, before turning to Gaia and Terra. At last she held up the ID machine. “I’ll have you two take a look with it alongside Agent Scorpio and Agent Andromeda, but it seems a fascinating contraption based on my own investigation. Not to mention the fact that I found this.” She opened the machine up fully, both the screen and the case itself, and pried away some sort of drive. Underneath it was a card identical to the one Matthew had found on the guard. He pulled that one out of his pocket on instinct.

“You were informed that we had noticed a group using tarot cards as identifiers, yes?” Galileo asked, not waiting for a full answer before continuing, “It would appear that this group is far more dangerous than we first assumed. That card was the Knight of Swords…as for this one…”

She turned the card and laid it face up on the table. It depicted an angel-like figure with two goblets in hand, passing water between them, with the word “TEMPERANCE” written below in large lettering. “Temperance, meaning balance and moderation, or if reversed, an imbalance or excess, or in some cases re-alignment.” “Could it mean something?” Matthew asked, “Like, why would whatever this group is put that card out of all…however many cards are in a deck-” “78-” “Thank you, Terra. Out of 78 cards…maybe…”

“It’s certainly something to look into, as we will with the Knight of Swords as well as the High Priestess, just to be sure. It seems you’re starting to form something of a collection here, Moon.” she said, smiling for the first time as she collected the two cards together. “Now to deal with the elephant in the room: your agency.”

Matthew suddenly felt like that sniper was once again aiming at his chest. “Y-Yes?”

“Well, it’s certainly unorthodox. Most transfers of agency don’t come mid-mission, and certainly don’t result in a successful mission. Bill’s faith in you, it seems, was well-placed. Despite your current occupation as a member of the IT department, you showed initiative and skill that we expect from our field agents. You impressed a lot of people with your actions tonight. As did you two.” she pointed to Gaia and Terra, who both looked like they’d almost fallen out of their seats. “You guided a rookie through a dangerous mission and got him out of there with this.” she said, pointing to the open ID machine. “You all saved a lot of people’s lives, and prevented deaths from going unchecked. Well done. At the same time…”

She sighed, looking at Matthew, this time with a degree of empathy. “It’s clear that this experience has taken a toll on you. Which is why I want to emphasise that there is no pressure on you to remain part of our foundation. If you want, you can give up the agency, leaving it vacant, and return to your normal life. I’ve read your file and understand that you’ve had…difficulties…as a result of things that have happened in your past. And so…I imagine tonight has caused you a lot of mental anguish. Would that be an accurate assessment?”

Matthew nodded, not saying a word. Could he really just…leave? He’d blundered into a secret spy organisation that not even MI6 knew about, and was entrusted with a mission by someone who in a few short days had given him more support than anyone else ever had. Looking back at the “difficulties” Galileo had mentioned, it was as if they had far less impact on who he was. Tonight, it was like he’d seen more of himself than he had in the past several years.

“I understand this is a difficult decision, Matthew. And again, I want to emphasise that there is no imperative for either choice. We would be thrilled to have you join our organisation.”

Gaia and Terra nodded, the latter leaning forward. “Yeah, you were amazing out there! If you went through basic training too, you’d be one hell of a spy!”

Matthew went slightly pink. “W-Well, I mean…it was…” he paused, took a breath, and continued, the words almost painful to get out into the open. “...my brother was the one who went out in the field as an agent. He worked in British Intelligence too, so…guess it runs in the family?”

“In more ways than one, Matthew.” Galileo said cryptically, causing Gaia to raise her eyebrow in confusion. Galileo, meanwhile, pressed on what looked like an intercom system. “Send Agent Eclipse in, if you’d be so kind.” There were footsteps, the sound of the door opening, and a short man with black hair walked in. Matthew immediately got up off his seat in shock.

“Atticus?”

*** In that moment, an old memory emerged from years before this long, long night. It had been 3 weeks or so, maybe 4. Matthew had tried to keep count, but it just made him feel worse. His aunt and uncle were around, trying their best to help him and his Dad, but eventually they’d have to leave, and it would just be the two of them. To be honest, Matthew hadn’t even expected anyone from his mother’s side of the family to show up, it wasn’t like they ever did for anything else, after all. But after everyone else had gone out for some police questioning thing (it had all sort of gone in one ear and out the other when he heard it) there was a knock on the door. Quickly getting dressed, he’d left his room and approached the door. He opened it, and standing there looking a little uncomfortable in the warm weather was his cousin, Atticus.

“Ah, hello, Matthew. Are the others in?” he asked, his slightly German accent coming through.

Matthew shook his head. “N-No, they’re out, um…I’m not sure when they’ll be back, sorry-”

“I know, it’s ok, worry not. To be honest, I wanted to see how you were doing more than anything else.”

“Oh. I’ve…um…” he trailed off, unable to find the words. “It’s…been a lot.”

“I understand…I know I have not been around much, but…I wanted to see if there was anything I could do all the same. Especially since…your mother, my aunt is…somewhat unreachable.”

Matthew tried not to scowl at the mention of his mother. He was honestly surprised that she cared, after all, it was not as if she’d said anything. “Oh, ok…well…thanks for stopping by, ah…”

Atticus suddenly stepped forward, and yet did not move fully, stopping Matthew from shutting the door. “...I just wanted to say that…well…I understand that you were ready to take an entrance test for MI6, yes? In their computing department?”

“Yeah, but…now I don’t know…I mean, it’s where…”

“I understand, believe me. I’m not very good at all this condolences and grief stuff, but I think that at the end of the day…something like this might help you work through what’s happened. And…I think he’d want you to do it.”

Matthew blinked, his green eyes staring at Atticus’ identical ones. “You think I should still go through with it? What if I fail?”

“There is no shame in failure. Take it from someone who took years to learn that lesson.” Atticus said, his face softening. “...I should go. I…I’m sorry about what happened.”

***

“Ah, hello, Matthew.” Atticus, no, Agent Eclipse said, closing the door behind him. “I managed to catch glimpses of your exploits tonight, a lot of the agents were curious about just what the new Agent Moon was made of.”

Matthew couldn’t speak. Several times throughout the night, he’d wondered if he’d blink and wake up back in his bed, the names and events rapidly fading as his dreams tended to do. But this was the one that genuinely made him question himself. He stepped forward, looking him up and down. “...What the hell are you doing here?!” he exclaimed, blinking rapidly as he tried his hardest to process all of this.

“I work here, cousin.” Atticus chuckled. “...Maybe now wasn’t the best time to drop this on you, but…if anything would be the deciding factor in your choice to stay or leave, I figure it’d be this.”

“Eclipse, there’s no pressure for him to do so.” Galileo interjected. “From any of us.”

“Forgive me, but that’s clearly not the case.” Atticus pointed out. “Matthew, I am afraid that there is a fair bit of pressure on you. But has tonight not shown you are capable of dealing with it? Of not ignoring it, not ignoring that nagging part of you that wants to do something-”

“Lay off, Eclipse, for once in your life-” Terra began to say, Gaia turning around to protest as well. For Matthew, however, the argument around him just turned into white noise as he thought. He thought of his bedroom, where he’d sat so many times regretting and remembering. He thought of his desk at MI6, where so much of his work trying to make some small difference faded into nothingness. He thought of the building, the way he had scaled it like a knight climbing a tower to fight a dragon. He remembered the sheer joy he felt at sprinting across the reception, moonlight shining through the windows upon him and the bracelet. He turned to the large window, seeing that same moon. Tonight, unlike many other nights, he didn’t feel guilty for being up this late.

“I’ll do it.”

The argument stopped at once as the four other agents turned to look at Agent Moon. “You…will?” Terra asked.

“Really? I thought I’d screwed my argument over, thank goodness.” Atticus said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Good choice. You’ll make a fine agent.”

“We’ll be having words about this, Eclipse.” Galileo sighed, “Go on, here, take this to the tech group and see what they make of it. Gaia, Terra, you two go with him…and I’ll get Agent Moon home and explain what’ll happen from here.”

Gaia and Terra looked over at their new colleague. “Well, welcome I guess. Glad Eclipse didn’t scare you off.”

“I can’t believe you’re his cousin!” Gaia shook her head, looking between the two. “You’ve got the same eyes, but you’re so much nicer, friendlier, taller-”

“C’mon, let’s let them talk.” Atticus said bluntly, opening the door for the twins, who waved goodbye as they walked through it. “It is good to see you again, Matthew, or should I say, Moon. Welcome to Midnight.”

He closed the door, and Galileo sighed, switching off the projector and starting to move the chairs back. Matthew immediately moved to help, but she stopped him. “No, no, it’s alright…you’ve done enough helping for a night.” She yawned, suddenly looking a lot more casual than she’d done previously. “Oh, if you must, go on.”

They put the chairs away and rolled up the projector, closing the curtains as well. Galileo took a few items off of her desk and put them in her bag, the two cards included.

“S-So, uhm…” Matthew began, “what exactly happens now?”

“Now, we go down to my car while I explain the next four months for you. See, you are still Agent Moon, but I think you’d agree it’d be wise to put you through basic training just to be 100% sure. You’ll be fine, don’t worry-” she added, looking at Matthew’s worried face, “you can retake it as often as you’d like. The next round of training starts in two weeks, so really you’ve shown up just in time.”

Matthew followed her out of her office and down the stairs once again. “You’ll be in with a whole batch of recruits, who thankfully won’t know that you’re technically an agent, so it’ll be a level playing field.”

Before they could get out of the building, however, the receptionist stopped them. “Apologies.” they said, holding out a phone, “Call for Agent Moon.”

Galileo shrugged, gesturing to the phone, and so he took it. “H-Hello?” he asked, before hearing a coughing he’d heard at the very start of the night.

“Sorry, hey there, Matt!” Came the voice of Bill, “I hear you had one hell of a night, even by our standards. Don’t worry, this is a secure line, I’m at a Foundation Hospital. Oh, hang on, Herc, it’s ok-”

“What’s-” “Sorry, had a fellow agent visit and they fell asleep…me talking must have woken her up, that’s all.”

Matthew found himself chuckling as he heard this develop. “Glad you’re ok, Bill.”

“Oh never mind me, I’ll be lucky if they let me back in the building after this. You’re the one who finished the mission. Speaking of, how’d it go?”

Matthew looked at Galileo, who’d been listening in. She shrugged. “Take all the time you need. Most of my nights involve staying up like this.” Matthew nodded, finally letting himself relax, and Agent Moon proceeded to recount the successful mission.

#hphm #back by midnight #hphm spy au #matthew luther #agent moon #rowan khanna #agent gaia #agent terra #helena ravenclaw #agent galileo #atticus doherty #agent eclipse #agent luna #agent aquila #agent andromeda #agent scorpio #agent hercules

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build it up

(ft. koutarou bokuto)

minors dni.

wc: 3.2k

Warnings: semi-public sex (in the locker room?), doggy style, mirror sex, mutual masturbation, blowjob, atsumu x kiyoomi ship, atsumu being a lil’ shit and drilling ideas into bo’s head, not edited.

So my friends and I were fangirling discussing and apparently personality-wise, I’m basically a mix of Akaashi and Kenma, and it kinda makes sense because my top two comfort characters are Kuroo and Bokuto. Anyways, this is just a lil’ thing I wanted to try out, and again, this is not edited (i did edit it, and then my laptop just DIED so now its all gone. *sobs*) - does anyone want to be a beta-reader?? Because I literally went on a road trip with my family and just typed this in the car the entire time while my brothers screamed nonsense bs next to me. Hmu if you’re actually interested :)

“Babe,” Bokuto murmurs into your neck, drawing out the word, his hair still damp and smoothed down from his shower not too long ago. You’re trying to focus on the pile of research assignments in front of you, but the way your fiance is rubbing circles on your back has you rereading the same sentence multiple times. “I heard something I wanna try,”

“Hmm?” You hum noncommittally, encouraging him to continue, but you don’t look away from the papers. He frowns, frustration clawing at his belly and lets out a small grunt as he paws at your thighs exposed by your silk pyjamas. When he doesn’t speak, you turn to him and run your fingers through his damp locks before ruffling them slightly. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you tired? You have practice tomorrow morning, don’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, his gaze locked on your lips and the way your tongue peeks out ever so slightly to wet your bottom lip only for a second. Bokuto has been strung tight lately; he had just returned from a training camp after being away from you for an entire week. He had been so excited to come home to you; he missed your smiles, your soft agreements, the way you came apart and lost yourself under his touch. But instead, he came home to you fully decked out in your ‘no sex’ gear. That’s right, from the ten piles of papers you had to mark, and a brand new box of red felt tips, you were ready for five days of no sleep, no fun, and absolutely nothing frisky with Bokuto. Needless to say, he almost cried when he first stepped into the apartment.

But now, with only ten research papers left, you were practically finished. “Babe, let’s cuddle tonight,” You give him a look, and he deflates only a little before quickly adding, “I’ll be good, I swear,”

“Kou-kun,” you lean in and give him a soft peck on the cheek, and he’s so touch starved that he sits motionless, absorbing the way your lips brush against his skin for as long as he can. “You’re always good.” You move away, and he quickly grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers together. “But if I finish up here today, I won’t be able to see you play tomorrow,”

He’s silent as he contemplates this and then promptly hooks a hand around your waist and pulls you to him. His lips slant over yours, and it only takes you a second to melt into the kiss, hands flying to the hem of his t-shirt to drag him closer. Your lips are warm, and he can taste the sweetness of cherries from the dizzying brush of your tongue. He leans back against the sofa, and you clamber onto his lap, your softness meeting the hard planes of his body as you kiss along the smooth column of his neck. There is nothing sexier than the way you press a kiss before nibbling along his jaw, and his hands automatically find their way under your sleep shirt to squeeze at a naked breast.

You let out a strangled moan and immediately press your body to his chest, halting his movements. Bokuto’s eyes widen as he tentatively brushes a thumb on the underside of your breast, only for you to shudder. “Koutarou, wait,” you pant softly, grabbing at his arm to pull it from your chest. “I’m really sensitive today, and it hurts if you squeeze too roughly,”

“Why?”

“I’m on my period,” you say simply, and he blurts out the first thing that pops into his head.

“So, no sex?”

You shake your head, and his erection throbs painfully in his shorts as it strains against the material, somehow understanding the situation but not exactly cooperating. You get up to clear the table, and when you stretch, he can clearly see the way your nipples poke through the flimsy fabric, almost as if begging for his attention. He’s up, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in the scent of your hair. “Can I massage them?”

You pause, and when you don’t respond for a few seconds, he cups one breast through the shirt, palming it softly until you melt under his touch. “O-Okay, but no sex,”

He murmurs out a thank you, his golden eyes sparkling, and he’s glad you don’t question his enthusiasm. Once in the shared bedroom, he strips your shirt off your body watches with hooded eyes as you crawl over to join him at the centre of the bed.

His fingers brush against a peaked nipple before slowly pushing down on the nub, and you let out a soft whine before cupping your other breast yourself, rotating the flesh in small circles.

Bokuto briefly wonders how long it could take to make you cum just from your tits, and he turns it into a personal mission for tonight. He pulls at the free nipple, and you gasp sharply. Your reaction brings a lazy grin on his face, and he brings you to sit on top of him, the outline of his erection pressing against your ass so he can feel at least some sort of friction. He swats your hand away and pulls a nipple into the heat of his mouth, suckling the flesh softly as your thighs tremble around his waist. The first contact of his teeth against your sensitive nipple has your breath hitching deliciously as you chant his name, and he does it again, wanting to commit the sound to memory.

“K-Koutarou, please. I’m going to-”

He switches to the other breast and bites down on the nipple without warning. Your hands fly to the back of his head, pushing him closer to your chest as he soothes the abused skin with long strokes of his tongue. The way you pull at his hair sends sharp jolts of pain, and you realise that each time you tug at his locks, he puts his teeth to work.

You tug at his hair again, and he smiles as he bites down for a second. He takes satisfaction in the way you tremble and grind against him when he tugs at a hardened bud with his fingers, twisting and rolling the nub until it borders on pain and pleasure. He’s going to make you come like this even if he doesn’t get any sleep.

Minutes later, you tremble, your hands feebly pushing at Bokuto, and he leans back only slightly. He watches with wide eyes as you roll your hips, the movements unstable and shaky, almost frenzied. Your fingers squeeze at a breast and pull at the tip of the other, and you let out a breathy moan at the sharp streak of pain that quickly turns into pleasure. “K-Kou-kun. I’m s-so close. So close.” You whine out in both pleasure and frustration and reach for his hands so he can help you finish the job. “Please,”

You don’t notice the way Bokuto’s erection grows bigger from under you. He loves it when you beg for him like this, eyes glazed with lust without a care in the world except for how quickly you’ll come. It’s so intoxicating, and you look so desperate that he can’t help but want to tease you until you’re ruined. But tonight, there was no way; you wouldn’t be getting any help from him until he gets off on the image of you sobbing for his fingers and his tongue.

He watches as your eyes widen when you see him take out his cock and grip himself at the base. The tip is red and weeping, and when he smears the fluid all over the head, he’s delighted to see the way you lick your lips and lean forward, entranced. “What is it, puppy?” He purrs and grips himself at the base before moving up to the tip and coming back down again. The way your eyes follow the movement is incredibly sexy, but it’s the tremble in your lower lip that has him growing harder. “F-Fuck. Shit, you want my cock? I thought you said no sex.”

There’s a whine of frustration, and at this point, he can’t tell if it’s from you or him, but the way you rub your thighs together and tug at your nipples has him lifting his hips, craving the friction he can’t have. There are now tears in your eyes as you sniffle. For a fleeting moment, Bokuto considers sliding your underwear to the side; your period be damned, and fucking you into the mattress until the bedsheet is soaked with your tears. His cock twitches in agreement at the mental image, and a shudder goes down his spine.

Instead, he gives himself a few more rough strokes and closes his eyes, listening to your moans echo in the room before he groans, loud and low, as his release lands messily on the bedsheets.

Bokuto is restless at practice the morning after, and everyone knows this because his performance was downright terrible. On the rare occasions when he did score a point, there was no hey, hey, hey, no burst of confidence, no nothing.

There had been days on end where the team would have done anything short of murder to shut Bokuto up, but now that he had, they had no idea what to do. Well, except Atsumu, of course. The setter sauntered over, his lips stretched into a cocky smirk. “Bokkun, what are ya mopin’ about for? Did yer girlfriend leave ya all needy?”

Bokuto grumbled sourly at the blonde before promptly turning away. “I’m not moping.” And when Atsumu raises an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue, Bokuto only sighs and leans back on his elbows. Surprisingly, that’s all the setter needs to understand the situation and begins to laugh.

The entire situation is infuriatingly unfair, especially since it was, in fact, Atsumu who had drilled in the idea of having sex in semi-public places. Bokuto usually didn’t care to listen to the gossip of others much, unless it was related to volleyball or you. During the training camp, the blond setter had been describing how hot it was to do it in a semi-public place where there was a high chance of getting caught, much to Kiyoomi’s chagrin. Bokuto genuinely cannot bring himself to care because obviously sex feels good all the time, so why would doing it outside make it any different? Atsumu had just tutted when Bokuto explained this to him before asking him about you, and that definitely got his attention.

“Bokkun, do ya know what kinks yer girlfriend has?”

“She doesn’t have any,” Bokuto’s response had been immediate, and Atsumu just stared, wondering if the hyperactive male was just pulling his leg. But he wasn’t - Bokuto genuinely knew you didn’t have any because of course you would tell him as soon as you discovered one, right?

“She seriously never told ya?”

“Maybe she just doesn’t know.”

Atsumu had spluttered indignantly to his excuse, equal parts horrified and insulted that Bokuto could even think about suggesting such a thing.

Needless to say, ever since then, Bokuto has been trying to find out more of the things that make you tick in bed. He’d already found two last night, and his body was already tense, eager to find out more today. Especially since you said you’d be visiting after handing back all the papers to your students. They all wrapped up practice, with Meian giving Bokuto extra laps around the gym. By the time he had finished the required amount, Hinata and Meian were about to leave but had stopped to greet you for a few minutes. The sight of you leaning against the door, your lips pulled up into a soft smile filled him with restless energy and he took a swig of his water before making his way to you.

“Hey, hey, hey!” His voice booms, echoing off the walls and you swivel around to grin at him. There is a collective sigh of relief from the other members as they leave the court gym and he sees the way your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He practically sprints to you and pulls you into a bear hug. He knows he’s sweating and that he probably stinks, but that all takes a back seat as your arms come around to wrap around his waist as you breathe in the feel of him. “Are you feeling better?”

You nod and lean up, puckering your lips to give him a short kiss, and his heart squeezes before he leans down to meet your lips halfway. When you pull back, your face is flushed, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear. “I’m sorry about last night. I’m all better today, we can go wherever you want and do whatever you feel like,”

His golden eyes glint dangerously under the low lighting of the hall, and you immediately know that you’re in trouble. “Now?”

He can see the way your breath hitches and throat constricts as you let out a little whimper. Your voice reaches a higher octave as you whisper out a “Now?” and he suddenly wishes that he could drag you to the locker room in front of everyone. He realises with a start that Atsumu had been right all along and expects the fact to rub him the wrong way, but the thought is pushed to the back as you let out a timid nod.

That’s all he needs. He drags you into the locker room, too impatient to bother with the intricacies of the lock. Everyone had gone home anyway, so what did it even matter? As soon as he sits down, you push his thighs apart and situation yourself between them. Your hands fly to the hem of his gym shorts as you gaze up at him, and the whisper of friction that your fingers provide already has his cock swelling in his boxers.

The first contact your tongue made with his cock has him hardening even further as he sinks his fingers into your hair. He can’t take his eyes off the way your hot tongue glides up the curve of his dick before swirling around the tip and-

“Fuck. Fuck. Wait, baby-Don’t-”

You take him into your mouth, one hand softly massaging his balls, and all the protests die in his throat almost instantly. He chokes at the sight of you on your knees and your pretty, pretty mouth stretched around his fat cock. There are tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you struggle to take him in any further, and there’s nothing in the word that could make him look away. He thrusts his hips up only slightly, taking you off guard and forcing more of his length into your mouth as you gag around his size.

You make a sound at the back of your throat as you drool around his cock, and it sends waves of vibrations throughout his length. Bokuto eases out of your mouth, and the stark coldness that hits the sensitive skin has him hardening even further. “You did so good, puppy,” he pants out his praise and comes up behind you before he pushes you forward so that you’re on your hands and knees. You’re such a pretty sight that he has to stop himself from entering you straight away. “Are you comfortable, babe? Think you can take it like this?”

You nod vigorously and hold his gaze through the mirror. The head of his cock is leaking and angry, and he’s half tempted to bury himself balls deep inside you without warning. But the moment he pushes the tip inside your wet heat, you arch your back, and his hips jerked forward, craving the way your slick walls spammed around his length.

“S-Shit—” Bokuto grits out, relishing the way the unmistakable sound of your arousal squelching around his cock echoes in the locker room. “God, you’re so fucking messy- baby, I can’t—” his words end on a whine and tries to push himself further inside you, his hands going to grip your hair to wrap it around his fingers.

There’s a low guttural moan from you, and when he looks up, his gut clenches at the sight of your thoroughly fucked face. He wants to commit it all to memory - the way your tongue lolls out while your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cry out for him because he’s the only one who can make you feel like this. He pulls at your hair slightly and immediately feels you clench around him.

He does it again, harder.

Your whimpers thunder in his ears, and he leans forward until he has you completely underneath him, chest grazing the back of your shoulders as he braces his entire weight on his arm. His tongue and teeth are relentless on the flushed tips of your ear, laving the sensitive skin before nipping it harshly as he thrusts into you. “You’re such a pretty puppy, aren’t you? Fucked dumb and drooling on my cock,”

You sob at this, your words slurring. “K-Kou, s’close—” His thrusts become short and fast, reaching deeper as your walls dragging along his cock deliciously. The way you’re needy heat is sucking him in leaves him breathless, his hips stuttering with effort as he struggles to go faster and faster and—

Your walls flutter around his girth, clenching down and squeezing so tightly that he can’t help but arch his back, hands gripping your hips to bring you closer, the curve of your ass flush against his abs. He ruts into you harshly, trying to fuck you through your orgasm, and it’s the loud slapping of skin on skin that mixes perfectly with your lewd keens that have his dick spasming and finally sends him over the edge.

For a moment, all he can hear are the heavy breathing as you both try to catch your breaths, skin slick and glistening with sweat, but then his ears perk up at the telltale whisper of footsteps shuffling. Somewhere, right outside the door, a broomstick topples over something, and he swears he can hear the hushed bickering of Atsumu and Kiyoomi.

Thank you for reading :)

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fairydollsteps · 3 years ago

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When They Have a Crush on You

Featuring: Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime

Oikawa Tooru:

When Oikawa has a crush on you, he would understand about it immediately but it will honestly be a little odd for him as this is the first time Oikawa has ever felt this genuine feeling from this one particular girl (you) despite the many times seeing other girls fawning over his look and charming personality.

Regardless, Oikawa does still feel warm with these foreign feelings and accepts his infatuation towards you quickly.

Oikawa would not act as he acts to his fangirls. He would be kind and reliable when he is around with you. When you need help, he would happy to help to show how helpful he is.

Oikawa won’t be really that flirty like how he usually be when he is with you because he is worry that some of his flirtatious lines would make you feel uncomfortable and then see him as kind of a creep.

So instead he would randomly give you sweet compliments every time he sees you or when you help him like:

“Good morning Y/N-chan! you look pretty this early in the morning!” “Thank you for helping with my homework yesterday! You are really a smart person, Y/N-chan” “Eh? Did you just start to wear contact lenses? You look gorgeous without your glasses but I still love it when you wear your glasses,”

But doesn’t stop him to give you harmless teasing, he is a good friend with you so is natural for close friends to poke fun at each other and talk shit together.

Despite Oikawa being his usual cocky self, Oikawa can sometimes feel shy and nervous about you. His ears would turn pink when he give you compliments and stutter quite a bit when you are too close to him unintentionally.

Iwaizumi definitely tease him for how you can make the confident and grand Oikawa become a flustered mess just by being you. Yeah, Oikawa adores you for being you.

Oikawa would be the type to become happy when he received texts or a call from you. He is just so contented that he can spend some of his time talking to you especially when he feels bored. You both definitely gossip a lot and spilling the tea together.

I have a feeling that this boy is a hopeless romantic and a sucker for a healthy/fun relationship. So he is quite desperate for you to choose him as your boyfriend.

When it comes to confession, Oikawa has thought about it but shrugs it off, out of fear of rejection from you which later then leads his cherished friendship with you to end. So you would be the one to have to do it.

You confessed to him while comforting him after a harsh loss to Shiratorizawa. You saw him head on the knees, crying behind the school. The sight of his weeping state and each sound of his broken cries make you feel like your heart is pierced through by a sharp glass. You can hear him mumbling to himself for being weak and a burden to his teammates.

“Oikawa?” Oikawa jolt when he hears you call his name. Gosh, he wanted to run away so you don’t have to see him being pathetic. He wanted to show you the best of himself, not like this.

“Y-Y/N I-I’m so-” “Is alright Oikawa, Is alright. Is not your fault. Here, wipe your face with a tissue and drink some water. You will feel better when you clean yourself up,” you said as you crouch down on his level and hand him the stuff.

Oikawa listened to you and do what you told him to do while looking away from you, absolutely ashamed of himself for making you see him in a pathetic mess.

“Oikawa, listen, I am very proud of you when I see you on the court. You did amazing and excellent that I just can’t help but admire you more. So please, stop belittling yourself because of the loss and pushing yourself so hard just to impress me to show you are worthy for me to love. I already like you for a long time, ” you said, expressing your unsaid feelings to him.

“Wait, you already know?” Oikawa asked, finally looking at your soft gaze. “Um, yeah but I am still not sure about it so...”

“Yes, I like you too, so let’s date” Oikawa reply back eagerly.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Iwaizumi first realizes his crush on you when he catches himself staring at you when you are looking away. Like you are so beautiful and the way you use your pencil is elegant.

Iwaizumi quickly snap out from his daze, thinking himself some kind of a creep for looking at you like this. He just can’t help it, you are worth looking at.

Like Oikawa, you are a friend to Iwaizumi so not much has changed when Iwaizumi falls in love with you except that he would start to become a gentleman to you like holding the door for you, let you take the remaining seat when taking the train, and so on.

Iwaizumi would also start to become protective over you. Basically, become your personal bodyguard. He would throw hands if there is anybody that is not caring about your personal space or when you are getting hit on (you are a very beautiful person btw) especially for Oikawa.

Expect a ball flying on Oikawa’s head whenever he flirts on you. The sight of Oikawa being all cheesy and stuff absolutely piss him off that you can see steam coming off from him, implying that he is about to kill Oikawa if he doesn’t back off.

No worries, Oikawa supports Iwaizumi’s infatuation with you. Iwaizumi did ask for advice from Oikawa but end up regretting it for a second as is too exaggerating and only ends up embarrassing himself.

“Iwa-chan~ You got to lean closer to her and the-” “SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA! THAT IS JUST PLAIN STUPID AND CROSSING HER BOUNDARIES!”

It works without Oikawa’s futile advice instead Iwaizumi uses his ways which is natural. Like asking about the assignment due date, striking a conversation with ease, and studying together. Just get comfortable with each other presence. You would start to trust and enjoy being with Iwaizumi.

I can see Iwaizumi tries to act manly when he is around you. Like he would always be insisting to help you when you are carrying something that looks heavy. He would probably show you off his powerful strike when you go to his games to cheer him on.

When it comes to confession, Iwaizumi would be very hesitant about it as he is afraid to get rejected from you and end the friendship, then lose you.

Even understanding the harsh consequences, Iwaizumi still loves you so much and wanted to tell you already because keeping it to himself makes his heartache a lot.

Iwaizumi would have kept his feelings longer if it wasn’t for Oikawa’s constant pestering to do.

Being a good friend, Oikawa decided to help his hopeless friend. “Listen, Iwa-chan. I would be serious this time and I just need you to do what I say,” Iwaizumi believes Oikawa as he looks determined and confident. Oikawa is just so invested in this relationship and thinks you two would be a cute couple.

However, when the time to actually confess to you faces facing, Iwaizumi completely forgets what he is about to say. The speech he has memorized and drilled in his head by Oikawa is gone. His mind turns blank.

You are sure to have an effect that can put a great impact on Iwaizumi just by your look.

Oikawa is probably hiding somewhere, screaming internally as all the time and effort for this moment is in vain as Iwaizumi is panicking and stuttering a lot along with a flustered expression on his face.

“Iwaizumi, what’s wrong? Just say it al-,”

“Y-Y/N, listen! I like you, okay? T-That’s why I-I call you -here,” Iwaizumi finally blurt it out to you. Gosh, he just wants to ram his head on the ground for being so stammering a lot and even saying it so loud.

What he didn’t expect you that you would boldly hug him in the front. You can kill him like that. “Y-Y/N-.”

“Dummy.. what took you so long? I also like you too,”

Thank you for reading. I am sorry if some part is cringy, I was writing late at night so my brain cell wasn’t working well.

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trinikins · 2 years ago

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Oooh this is so nice! Thanks for tagging me @feathersandfoxtails 💙

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. My mom named me for the meaning of my name

2. When was the last time you cried?

The thursday before Christmas, because of the last two episodes of His Dark Materials. Panjava/Silverparry had me weeping

3. Do you have kids?

No and I don't intent to. The bloodline ends with me

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Kinda? I have a pretty sarcastic humor, I think, but it's only around friends/people I'm comfortable kidding with

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

That depends on what my eye focuses on first. Normally their clothes or hair

6. What's your eye color?

Brown! It's a bit on the lighter side and it's pretty golden when the sun hits them straight up (which hurts my eyes really bad, so doesn’t happpen a lot 😅)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Can't it be both? If I have to choose, probably happy endings. Sad endings make me sad

8. Any special talents?

Mmmmm I feel like maybe I can count drawing as my special talent? And maybe singing? I don't know, I have trouble pointing at something I do and saying oh yeah I can do that well

9. What are your hobbies?

Reading, drawing, singing, listening to music, dancing ballet, watching movies/series/youtubers. I'm a pretty indorsy person

10. Where were you born?

Brasil 💙💚💛

11. Have any pets?

Not anymore. But I had a couple dogs and a cat growing up. I'd love to have cats someday

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I don't really like things that imediatly comes to peoples minds when saying sports, specially the ones in group. I do dance classical ballet, and have since I was 15-16 (which was 6 years ago this year, I feel so old now)

13. How tall are you?

160cm or 5'2"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Biology. I also was pretty fond of English and History before it became centered around politics

15. Dream job?

Retiring sounds só good right now. But wanted to work with paleonthology since I've always loved dinosaurs. Unfortunately, where I live doesn’t have a big culture in the area, and I don't wanna move cities and change my whole life. So now I want to work with bothany

Tagging @beecastle @sokkas-first-fangirl @marvelouswayward @a-froger-epic @ecle-c-tic @freddie-moments @akabendyfan @roger-s-maracas @ghosts-untold-tale @kenobis-husband @lady-ofmischief @silver-salmon15

15 questions

@oonajaeadira tagged me and I must do as she commands.

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. My first name was originally going to be my middle name but then my mother heard a nickname for it in the grocery store and hated it so thought of my first name instead. Which is great because I hate my middle name. Also both of my brothers have family names and I'm just like.... picked out of thin air.

2. When was the last time you cried?

My boyfriend makes me cry a lot by being the sweetest and I am not a crier.

3. Do you have kids?

No; the baby factory is closed.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not as much as I used to. I try to be as genuine as possible nowadays.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I love looking at people's hair! Colors, textures, styles... I just find them all beautiful and interesting.

6. What’s your eye color?

I have a yellow ring around my pupil, a blue ring around the outside, and they mix together in the middle to make green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies. Sometime happy endings make me mad if they're not earned.

8. Any special talents?

I'm a decent viola player, even though I am years out of practice. My super power is being able to learn new things quickly if I can watch someone else do it first.

9. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, learning languages, playing video games, baking, knitting, coloring, gardening, home improvement, swimming, buying clothes online.

10. Where were you born?

Minnesota!

11. Have any pets?

I have two beautiful black cats who are twins (littermates). Their birthday is almost here and they will be 7 years old. They are the best boys and the best brothers.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

My older brother and father have always been really into sports and I wanted to be like them, so growing up I tried softball, tennis, and golf. I both sucked at and hated all of them. I feel like there were others as well that I can't think of. I did take swimming lessons as a kid, but once it got to learning actually strokes I peaced out, but now swimming is the only "sport" I actually enjoy.

I also took martial arts lessons for about ten years as an adult. It taught me a lot even outside of the physical skills.

13. How tall are you?

5'9"

14. Favorite subject in school?

I always loved English/Language Arts classes. As I got older, arts courses. My senior year of high school I took classes at the college for free and came back to my high school just for Orchestra and Theatre and it was the best.

15. Dream job?

Being retired. Seriously. I just want to not have to work and be able to travel and give time to my hobbies and interests and also do volunteer work.

Tagging: @beecastle, @trinikins, @nissameta1782, @sunflowersturn, @serpentstyles

#tag game #get to know this nerd (trinikins version)

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makosgotmoxie · 3 years ago

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Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 11 Quote List

"Does he have .. a tiny hat?"

*Laudna meets the nightmare king* "Oh my god, it is a pleasure to meet you. I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity."

"When I was peeping all pervy like.."

"Scootin’ my way."

"Yeah I'll be next to Imogen."

"Come on, fuck up that four top."

"We don't know about bruno no no no."

"You know furniture. How dare it even try?" "Face your maker and weep."

"Let's GO brother, get the fuck out of here with this turn."

"All right, so Laudna is fangirling a bit."

"The wood shop is open."

"I'll put my mallet away. I'll let you think about where."

"Trust the caca."

"Short kings!"

"Complete that daisy chain."

"He's a terrier!"

"I am werebot 2000!"

"You smell familiar, like home, like Calloway."

"I'm out like a light, baby."

"What's your heartrate you son of a bitch."

"And then I'm gonna spring up and stab him in the fey anus."

"I will search for grass."

"Hey, hey. Big puppy. Is the thing in here cool?"

"Do I see Crispin Glover anywhere?"

"Did you just big whoop de doo me?"

"We're gonna get caught, motherfuckers."

"This disease was a little tough to keep a tamp on." *Laura loses it*

"I don't need a chisel to make love out of wood."

"Bite me." "Give the girl what she wants."

"Do you want to smell me?"

"If metal could blush.."

"It's been 10 games; I think it's time for an orgy."

"Gets to prove she's got the biggest cultural dick in the spire."

"You fucking group of bright, colorful sirens."

"I'd really rather you earn back our trust." "I'd rather pay for it."

"Dick out." "Dick out." "That's the only way to do it."

"I had this big bitch walking all over my back and it set me right."

"She sounds unfathomably awesome." "Very powerful." "And attractive."

"You can accomplish anything if you believe in yourself or if you have wealthy parents."

"Anyway.."

#matt being so secretive at the end there #love the imogen lore drop though #critical role #cr #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #cr quote list #cr c3e11 #critrole #c3 spoilers

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lyricsofravensong · 3 years ago

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The beat of a longing heart

• Jake x MC • hurt/comfort, fluff • ~ 1 675 words + a chat•

• request by Anon: hey, i don't know how to start this ask but... well i got the news that my favorite drummer has passed away and i can't deal with it without thinking about jake comforting MC... i think this is weird and I must be mixing things up, but it's a comforting thought...you are my favorite writer on tumblr out of all the blogs and i am always happy to read your works so if you are accepting requests could you please write something about jake and mc? thank you😢❤️

• Your evening was supposed to be a sad song until the end, but then an unexpected melody appears from the rain.

A/N: Here it finally is! 🌠 Thank you for the request dear anon, I hope you're doing well. 💕 Sorry again for being so slow! 😖

I wasn't sure if you wished for a chat or a written story, so I combined them a little. :) I was really struggling with the editing but this is the best I can offer at the moment and I don't want to make you wait any longer. I hope so much I'm not letting you down and this story gives you the comfort you were missing. 💚

And thank you @dreamer-writer-fangirl for the encouragement! ❤

When you're happy, the beat of the music resonates with your cheerful heart; it dances and flutters in every corner of your body, making you feel powerful and alive.

When you're sad, the lyrics of the songs portray the pain your heart is aching with; they poke and stroke every inch of your bleeding soul, challenging and healing.

The song of your evening starts with a heavy sigh escaping from your lungs. Disappointment burns in your throat, but you swallow it down painfully. It's not Jake's fault that the theme of your day had been nothing but a repeating chorus of a sad song, and it seems like the evening is going to continue the manner. But you can't deny that the absence of his presence is one note more to the chord of your grief.

Rain sets the tune by hitting the roof with a sound that's reaching the rumbling measures of a thunderstorm. The ambience of it is making you even more anxious.

The beat comes in as a pulse of your longing heart, echoing in every cell of your body. Your mind is helplessly out of tune and can't keep up with the racing tempo.

You give up on tears as the rain makes a crescendo that covers the voice of your sobbing. Your thoughts are a swirling mess of unsettling beats, counting every person there is for you to miss. A wave of sorrow floods over your soul and the pouring rain invades your brain until your tears turn to raindrops.

You cry for a long time and the static rhythm of the rain is like a stereo to your feelings.

At first, the careful knocking on the door gets lost in the mixed concert of percussion going on in your head. When it comes again stronger, you sit up slowly. You have no intention of answering it, a single glance at your tear-stained face in the mirror confirms that. You're sure that the intruder will give up quickly since who in their right mind would be outside in that weather. The doorbell rings once and is followed by the uplifting tone of your phone receiving a message.

Your heartbeat drops tragically as you read the text Jake had sent.

Tension builds up as you hurry to the door without a second glance at the mirror. The beat of your heart drums in your ears when you yank the door open. And then - every sound goes silent.

There's Jake, standing in the rain outside your door. His black hair is dripping wet as well as his hoodie of the same color. In contrast to them, he's holding a white plastic bag in his hand, phone in the other. Your eyes meet his and you stare at each other equally shocked. The shaken expression on Jake's face indicates that you look as awful as you felt a second ago.

"I can't stop the rain, but… here I am. Ready to hold you," Jake says and a hint of embarrassment appears on his face. You follow his every move as he puts his phone in the pocket of his hoodie and then - trying to figure out what to do with his freed hand - runs his fingers through his wet hair.

"I hope you're not bothered by me intruding like this," he mumbles awkwardly, making a shy glance towards you.

Words get caught in your throat and come out pitifully feeble, "Or course not, but… how?" Your voice breaks and you have to gasp for breath. "How? Why?"

There's a clear twitch on Jake's face by the tearful sound of your voice. For a minute he looks almost panicked as he struggles to find the next words.

"I was getting this when you texted me." He lifts the plastic bag so you can see the logo of a nearby Chinese restaurant. "Rain offers some cover so it's safer for me to be out. I was so insanely worried about you that my legs just carried me here."

Your mind is gradually catching up with the new tempo of this turn of events. Another wave of tears is blurring your eyes and you slap a hand over your mouth to cover the weird grin spreading on your face.

"And I'm glad they did," Jake continues, pulling the corner of his lips into a sympathetic smile. "I'd hate to think of you being alone like that."

You shake your head in disbelief at this unexpected change of key in the earlier flatness of your emotions. You let out a trembling breath. A new verse in the song of your evening starts when you sprint out in the rain and throw yourself into Jake's arms. You bury your face into his chest and let out the forceful sobs. Jake drops the bag on the ground and wraps his arms tightly around you.

The drumming of the rain fades to the background as you stand in its shower, crying the whole record of your sorrows over Jake. He listens to it quietly and doesn’t let go even when you raise your hand to wipe your nose on your sleeve. Gradually your weeps quiet down along with the rain which is throwing the last separate drops on your already damped clothes. You rest your head on Jake’s shoulder and squeeze the back of his hoodie.

“Have I ever told you why I like the rain?” his voice asks softly beside your ear.

“No,” you sniffle. “I don’t believe you have.”

“I like it because it reminds me of you.”

“Why is that?” You raise your head to look at Jake’s face, forcing him to loosen his grip which he fixes by resting his hands behind your lower back.

“It was pouring when I contacted you for the first time,” he smiles. “That was the day my life changed. For me, rain symbolizes the unpredictability of life. I feel like anything is possible on a rainy day.”

“That’s something you just proved to be true,” you laugh and brush a strand of hair aside from his forehead. Jake stares at your face with such intensity that you suddenly become very aware of your swollen eyes and runny nose. You blush and lower your head.

“I’m sorry about crying so much. I know I look hideous.”

Jake sets his hand gently on your cheek, making you look up at his face again as he examines yours even closer.

“No, you’re still fascinating.” His whisper makes your heart sing with emotions you have never heard so vividly before.

“My face is all swollen and full of tears…” you splutter in loss of words.

Jake’s smile only widens and he wipes your cheeks tenderly with his fingers. “They’re just raindrops.”

You chuckle, “Then you can stop the rain after all.”

Tears of the sky are still dripping from the trees and corners of the roof all around you. They form an uneven rhythm of a harmony you’re now hearing differently; not as an echo of your pain, but more as a ballad for sadness.

But sadness is not the theme of your feelings anymore when you share the Chinese with Jake on the couch in your living room. No food has ever tasted so delicious as this slightly soaked and chill portion of noodles eaten straight from the container, taking turns of using the one pair of chopsticks Jake had with him.

The second verse of your evening is composed from comfort. After the food is finished and Jake’s drenched hoodie is drying on the back rest, you lean against his shoulder and slowly give lyrics for your sadness by telling him all about your previous distress. His t-shirt is wet too, but you forget it when his arm wraps around you, pulling you closer to his side.

Jake's presence is a lot like music; without saying much he still makes you feel understood and healed. His comfort is mainly instrumental but filled with so many soothing nuances of warm touches and thoughtful nods. He is the melody your evening missed. He is the lyrics for your love and the stereo for your desire; resonating stronger than the drumming of the rain. He makes you believe that just like music, your feelings are also made to be shared with your loved ones. And as you let your head fall to his lap and turn on your back to meet the softness of his eyes, you realize that this one you love very much.

Rain starts a new solo on the roof with full force as the song of this evening comes to the bridge. Jake bends down to you, his intention written clear on his face. Still he stops hesitantly right above your mouth, pausing the music just before the beat drops. But your heart is singing and you hit the play by reaching your hand behind his head and pulling him down to your lips. The kiss launches a full symphony inside you and every note makes you yearn for more.

On a short rest between kisses you caress Jake’s cheek and say, “Now I hope it will never stop raining.”

“I thought you hated it,” Jake points out.

“Not anymore,” you mumble while your attention is drawn to the way Jake’s mouth forms the words he speaks and how his lips are tuning into an amused smile.

“What made you change your mind?” he asks.

“No one in their right mind would go outside in that weather, so you have to wait here until the rain is over.”

When you're in love, music understands your every feeling; the fluttering happiness, the aching yearning, and the healing comfort. All the lyrics tell the story of the two of you, of every smile and tear you’ve had.

A perfect harmony is formed when two beats of two longning hearts meet each other in a beautiful duet.

This song of your evening does not end yet, the music of your hearts continues beating in the calming dusk of a rainy day.

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It was actually raining every time I wrote this. 🤭☔

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake #my writing

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liannelara-dracula · 4 years ago

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😭 ??

Awesome requests!

Okay, so please remember that in this situation this is towards their gf not their sacrificial bride, that would be a whole other story which I will make prompts about in the future.

This does not include the comfort they give after words

I really tried to target most of the boys past’s here and how the reader is kinda getting under their skin but she has point in doing so. Some are random tho.

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Sakamaki

Shu:

It was because you encourage him to be active one to many times and he got mad. Which honestly doesn’t happen but you got his nerves for once and he was not happy.

“You honestly shouldn’t care, it’s not your life.” He said, resting on the couch.

“Shu, it’s a good thing. Maybe at least try.” You suggested.

He looked at you only to sigh, “I’d prefer if you’d stay out of my life.” His eyes a dark hue of ocean blue as he seemed to be upset.

“Shu, I was just trying to help.” You said looking at him a bit disappointed.

“I said to stay out of it! Not quit acting like it matters to you.” He glared.

“Fine, do what you want.” You’d say before wiping your tears away and leaving the room.

Reiji:

Reiji being Reiji, said something rude of course. Probably because you brought up his mother and that he just forgive or at least move because it would put less stress on him.

“Do you view me as foolish?”

“What? Reiji, no. I just think you should relax a bit.”

“You clearly have no business in the matter, do not tell me how I should and should not deal with things.”

“Reiji-“

“You want me to make amends with my dead mother when I revive her. How foolish, only proves you are senseless mortal. You may possess the gift of beauty but you are and forever will be mere distraction for me. Do not try to meddle with my emotions.”

You glared at him with a strong sense of anger. This was not only so insulting but he just implied you were a play thing. Realizing all of this, you had been hit by such pain, you had endured his insults before but this was the last straw. You couldn’t be passive aggressive this time.

Hurt flashed in your eyes as you shook your head, “You’re right, I’m just a pretty distraction for you but at least I’m not heartless.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear as you pass by him.

Holding your tears in as best as you could you left to your room closing it behind you only to sob in your hands uncontrollably.

Laito:

You knew a little bit about his past but not completely but you just wanted to understand because he never everything about you.

“Can’t you just tell me?” You say titling your head looking somewhat sad.

“Its none of your business. Please just leave it alone.” He said, his back turned you as he messed with the few picture frames in your bedroom.

“Don’t you think it’s unfair that you don’t let me hide anything from you but you hide everything from me?”

“I don’t want to talk about my mother with you.”

“I’m not asking you too. I’m just saying-“

“Damn it, can’t you just drop this! I’m sick of your concern! It’s irrating.”

“I’m irrating?” You voice cracked as tears fell from your eyes.

“Y/ N.”

“I should go.” You say dryly before leaving.

Kanato:

You just wanted him to relax and to not throw as many tantrums. He had always been a little bit on the crazy side when something had hit him but you would have never have imagined him to get so worked up about what you said and did. So of course he raised his voice at you and told you were worthless and it didn’t help at all.

“You shouldn’t raise your voice Kanato, it’ll make you stressed.”

“Shut up! You stupid worthless mortal!” He’d say being really upset.

This of course was something you didn’t typically witness and it hurt to say the least. You suddenly felt your cheeks getting wet as you wiped them a few times before running off.

(Because Kanato is of course crazy and I have to portray him here as if he were less crazy since no one could actually did a crazy person. I mean that would just be dis-functional for the both of you.)

Ayato:

It was at school where he didn’t win a basketball match and he was just so mad. He always wanted to be the best and he hate that you saw that game where he didn’t win.

“Ayato, it’s just a game. You can win next time.” You say, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

“No it’s not.” He said shaking his head, gritting his teeth.

“Hey, I’m still proud of you.”

“NO! I’m a failure!” His fist hitting the locker next to him shocking you in surprise.

“Ayato calm down.” You say, frowning before reaching out to him.

“No you don’t understand what its like to drown because your not good enough! You think you know what it means but you don’t have a damn clue.” He gritted his teeth, not realizing he had hurt your feelings.

“You always say that but you don’t know how much it hurts to see you like this.” You mumbled before brushing passed him. A tear rolling down your cheek as you say this.

Subaru:

It was the topic of his insecurities and him feeling like he wasn’t enough.

“You don’t want someone like me. I’m a horrible person.”

“No, no you are not.” You say, cupping his face with your heads.

“How could you want this! I am not what you want! I am a mistake, y/n!” He moved from your touch, yelling at you in frustration.

You looked down not knowing what to say. He kept acting like this and you weren’t sure how to reassure him anymore. Seeing him like this hurt you.

“If only you know how much it hurts to see you like this.” Your eyes glassy, a few tears flowing down your face as you felt so hopeless.

Kino:

“Kino, please.” You pleaded, feeling so distraught.

“I can’t.” He shook his head.

You grit your teeth before losing yourself. “Damn it Kino! For once in your life could you just put me first and not your revenge!”

“You don’t understand what it means!” He ranted, through his hands up.

You glared, tears falling down your face by this point. It felt like everything was spinning. You pointed a finger at him shouting, “I gave up everything for you!”

“Y/n-”

“I-if you l-love me, t-this is the least you c-could do.” You weep before turning to leave him.

Mukami

Ruki:

You two were both too stubborn to admit that you guys didn’t just like each other but in-fact were at the stage of loving. Even so you both had such rough pasts and things weren’t going so well because you both were digging into each other’s past. And let’s just say neither of you were ready.

“You know you can tell me anything.” He mumbled looking down with a frown.

“Ruki, you wouldn’t understand.” You shook your head.

“Why can’t you tell me?” He asked somewhat annoyed that you weren’t going to open.

“Because!” You through your arms up before continuing. “You want me to open up thinking that it’s easy but why don’t you try being the one to say it all first.”

“I’m a vampire, some of my stories are too much to share with you. You wouldn’t look at me the same.” He frowned.

“How could you say that? You don’t even know how I feel, yet you act like you do and push me away but then come in whenever you want.” Your voice wavering with a knot in your throughout.

“Y/n, I wanna help you.” He held your hand, preventing you from leaving.

You looked up at him a tear rolling down your cheek, “If you wanna help me then just let me go.”

Yuma:

“I don’t want you to protect me.” You shook your head ignoring his worry.

He looked into your eyes, touching your cheek. “I’m a vampire only because I owe a debt to someone. I can’t burden you as much as I love you.”

“Yuma. You could never burden me.” You say with glassy eyes.

“Y/n, please just go, it’s better for you.” He turned not looking at you, in fear he’d break if he looked at you any second.

You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I don’t care if you’re a vampire, I love you.”

“Y/n. Go now.” He gritted his teeth not wanting to deal with your stubbornness.

Tears blurred your vision, a crack in your voice as you couldn’t do this anymore. “No--how can you-”

“GO!”He yelled.

You back away a tear falling down your cheek, your mouth agape as you couldn’t believe your world had come crashing down.

Kou:

You were being continuously bullied by his fangirls and you didn’t want to keep bothering him about it because he just seemed so busy. And everytime you did he told you it’s just something to ignore and that it’s quite normal. Here he was quite insensitive due to his past because he was used to being abused because of his beauty so he didn’t see the need to protect you. He thought you’d just forget about it.

“How is it so easy for you?” You asked, not understanding how he could do it.

“You just get over it, it’s not really that hard.” He mused, looking at the papers in front of him.

“Get over it? You act like it’s so easy.” Your voice sounding surprised as you looked at him with glassy eyes.

“Why are you getting so upset?” He asked, coming to your side now.

“You mean you haven’t seen the endless harassment at school?” You questioned somewhat upset for his ignorance. This was crushing you and he could care less.

“I have, but it just takes time. Moving on from is it is not so bad.” He shrugged.

“H-how can you say that? D-don’t you c-care at all?” Your shoulders shook as tears ran down your face.

“I do-”

“Y-you don’t know how much it h-hurts.” You stammered with tears still falling. Here he was shocked that such a confident beautiful girl could be so broken, and it was his fault.

Azusa:

He’d always been sweet and loving but he didn’t want to burden you.

“It’s better...if I leave...you won’t worry.” He smiled weakly feeling like he had put you through to much.

“No, Azusa don’t say that.” You shook your head.

“It’s okay...you should meet...other people.” He said frowning that you didn’t want to listen to him.

“No, you are enough for me. I-I love you.” You break down in tears as you feel like you’ve hurt him.

Tsukinami

Carla:

You two were having love issues. And opening up wasn’t Carla’s strong suit.

“Carla we can talk about this.” You frowned walking over to him.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He ignored.

“Yes there is, because I love you and I don’t want you to be so closed like this.” You reassured him.

“Y/n, being a vampire, let alone a founder is a hard thing. You don’t need to be dragged into something like this. It’d only hurt you.” He tried to reason not wanting to burden you.

“I’ve been hurt so many times because our relationship is breaking Carla.” You justified.

“Y/N I can’t drag you into this!” Growing upset he slamed his hand on the counter.

“The only way you’d hurt me is if you didn’t tell me.” You shook your head reassuring him.

“Y/N ENOUGH!” He yelled.

“Fine.” You’re voice went quiet.

“Look it’s-” He tried to justify.

“All I ever did is love you, but I guess it’s not enough.” Your eyes glassy you turned to walk away wiping the tears that fell.

Shin:

His anger was the reason for all this. And it was a point less argument to be honest.

“Shin please, I barely know the guy.” You reassured him.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” He turned to look at you somewhat angry.

“Oh so you think I’m lying?” Your voice wavered.

“You’re gone a lot of the time!” He shouted enough to make anyone here behind the walls of the room. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you tried to hold them back, only failing to do so.

Shaking your head you replied, “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“You say that, but it doesn’t seem that way. You’re just crying to make me stay.” He snarled.

“I do not want anyone but you, why can’t you see it?!” You glared wiping your tears.

“Because everyone betrays me damn it! And you will too!” He approach you pointing his finger at you, his blood boiling.

“I love you! You’re betraying me because you don’t trust me!” You screamed, your cheeks wet and stained with tears. Desperately you tired to wipe them away but it made no difference.

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