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Under the Influence

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: drinking, make out session, suggestive, sa, grinding

A/N: Oh sevens, have mercy on me. Do not tell my brothers.

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Dear Diary,

Something I learned while living with my grandparents, after my parents divorced, was to always reject overbearing gifts three times before accepting. That's gives the human brain enough time to really consider their options - their choices. At least with my grandparents. It's always stuck with me even until now.

Now, I can hold my liquor quite well. Better than most people some people might say.. At least I hold it better than Sae Itoshi.

Not long ago, Sae is officially eighteen years old. Now we're here celebrating his birthday ina club against his wishes. His team dragged him here to celebrate, so he dragged me with him. Sae is a more respectful man, he doesn't drink, and doesn't even glance at drugs. He studies, practices soccer, and goes to the gym. "A model student," some would call him. Bringing him here was just another excuse for them to drink.. Plus it's a twenty percent discount. It's a pretty good deal!

Perhaps I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it, dolled myself a bit more than usual. Every girl deserves and should feel pretty. Just a tough up here and there. It's my best friend's birthday too! A part of me hopes he'd call me pretty too. He hasn't said it, but... Oh forget it.

"Lil' mama, over here!"

It goes to show, I was attracting the wrong men, sadly. I just walked in and was immediately approached by a group of middle aged men. "I'm here with my friends, sir," I said. He grabbed my waist and let be too the bar. "Oh, I'm sure they'd understand," he waved off. I looked back at the table where Sae and his teammates were waiting for me. They didn't see me yet, but I hoped they'd catch wind and save me. I'm definitely in the wrong shoes for this.

"I'll have a whiskey," he ordered. He looked at me and nodded to the bartender, "Go ahead, doll." You looked over the menu and chose a pricey little drink while giving the bartender a look. He nodded and stared shaking up your drink. "You know how to pick 'em," the man next to you said, "I'm a more old fashioned man myself."

Oh diary, I was so scared. When our drinks came, I took a sip of mine and sighed in relief when I realized the bartender mixed more juice than alcohol, little to none - just enough to calm me down. "What brings you here?" The bartender asked. One by one the men around me answered his question, but by the look on his face, he wanted my answer the most. "My best friend turns eighteen today," I said, "Him and his team are over there waiting for me." They recognized their country's junior soccer team from the counter. "Oh, so go for men in high places?" Another man next to me pondered. He touched my knee and I jolted slightly. I was afraid. "No need to be so eager, sweetheart," he chuckled. I gave a silent plea for the man behind the counter, whom nodded his head, and disappeared from my sight. What was he doing?

"I own one of the more infitely successful companies in Spain," he told me, "I could shower you in diamonds. Jewels that you stare at while window shopping." His slid up to my thigh slowly, stopping at the helm of my dress. The man on my other side played with the stap of my dress. "Would you be my little sugar baby, doll?" What the hell am I supposed to do?! Somebody! I looked around the club and not one person looked sober enough to help me. Anyone! I looked towards Sae's table, my table, and everyone at that table looked completely out of it.

Get me out of here!

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stop touching my lady."

Huh?

Stopping my search for any help, Sae and Jordan stood a few steps from me. Jordan, the only other Real Madrid junior player that I could call "my friend." "You her boy toy, shrimp?" Jordan scrunched up his nose, but Saw didn't even flinch. "Yeah, so hand her over," he said nonchalantly, "I don't like you holding her up." Oh. My. God! With the way Jordan was trying not to snicker, I knew my face was red.

It wasn't long before one of the men threw a punch at Jordan. Now a browl broke out between Real Madrid and the middle aged men that flocked around me. "You want another drink, ma'am?" The bartender asked me. I looked at him and scanned over the menu before ordering a drink of my choice. "On the house, sweetie," he told me. "Thank you." I sipped in my drink slowly while the brawl was happening. Sooner or later, the staff would have to break up the fight, but for now.. I'll just watch.

When the fight died down, those men were kicked out and the team stayed for more drinks. This is how I found out that Saw is a lightweight. Best Mid Fielder in the world and he can't hold his alcohol? I'm a little buzzed too, but.. Since when did he become so.. Clingy?

The party died down and I, the designated driver, took everyone home with the van we rented out for road trip games. Oh, if coach ever found out what we were using it for... He'd wonder why we didn't bring him! Oh, but if Sae is a lightweight then coach is the complete opposite of that. The tab would've been doubled.

Pulling up to the school, me and Sae switched cars so that I found drop him off then head straight home. One thing is for sure, I'm never letting Sae drink again. "You can put the seat back, Sae," I said. He complied, but now he was staring at me. "Can you hold my hand?" He asked me. I glanced at him then focused back on the road. Wordlessly, I gently held his hand and relaxed feeling his warm hands - slightly warmer because of the alcohol.

One hand on the wheel, I parallel parked my car in front of his drive way. Turning off my engine, I said, "Okay, we're here." I looked to my little passenger prince and into those dangerously teal eyes. Was he watching me this whole time? "Hard not to," he said, "Your pretty when you concentrate on something. Did I ever tell you that?" Did I say that out loud? Shit. He fixed up his chair to sit up right. Never once did he look away from me though.

He let go of my hand and used it to trace my jaw instead. I shivered under his feather like touch. Eye contact is a dangerous thing with Sae: It's like he was Jafar and could hypnotize me into submission - not too far off actually. Still... He's never looked at me this way before.

Looking at him more closely, I'm reminded that my best friend is drunk and has no idea what he's doing. I cleared my throat and gently pushed his hand down. "You're drunk, Sae," I told him. As much as this hurts, rejecting his touch, I couldn't let him do this to himself - to me.

I open my car door and get out as fast as I could. Once I close the door, I take deep breaths to calm myself down. "What the hell was that?" I whispered. This wouldn't be good for my conscience. Whatever it was - whatever I was feeling - whatever he was feeling.. "I'm blaming it on the booze," I muttered.

I took the keys and unlocked his house door, only now realizing that the birthday boy isn't with me. I'm reminded that my passenger prince can't open his door on the inside and came back. I looked through the window to see him nodding off slightly and giggled. I opened up the door and peeked my head in. "Sorry about that," I said, "C'mon, I'll help you to bed."

I reached out my hand and yelped when I was suddenly pulling into the car. Landing face first into his chest, the door was pulled shut, and the recliner pushed back. I gasped and scrambled to get up. "Where you going?" Saw asked. There was something different about his tone. I froze and looked down at him. His legs were open as far apart as the car would let him. "Come here," he beckoned, patting his lap expectingly. I gulped, but complied.

"Sae, bestie, you're drunk," I told him. He nodded and nuzzled his head into my neck. I'm sure he can feel my pulse, the shiver I felt when I felt his breath on my neck, the goosebumps I felt when his arms trapped me to him. "I know," he assured.

One

"It's me, Sae," I told him, "It's me, Y/n, your best friend." His breath became shakey and he kissed the pulse on my neck. "I know, Y/n," he answered back.

Two

"You're gonna regret this in the morning," I warned him. He shook his head and trailed kisses up my neck, to my cheek and kissed the tip of my nose. "I won't," he said. My breath shook, before I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Three

I let it escape me like broken dam that's been slowly coming down after so long. I finally kiss him. I could taste the Hennessey on his tongue, just as sure he could taste the Rum off of mine. His lips were soft, everything I imagined. "Fuck, Y/n," he groaned. Oh, shit.

My last bit of restraint left me and mounted his lap like I would a horse. I kissed him with ever bit of desire I held for him. I opened my eyes, but his were closed. I sighed in disappointment. I would've loved to look into his eyes right now too. Closing them again, I instead focused on the hands that started to roam my body. I returned the favor.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss to come up for air. I would've loved to drown in him longer, but I didn't want to overwhelm him. No, not when I finally get to kiss him after all this time. I precked his lips, then his cheek, his jaw, all the way down to his collar bone. His breath was heavy, and I reveled in ever second. Searching his neck for that one spot, once he let out a moan, I attacked it desperately. "Make that sound again," I whispered. He called for me among his curses. Oh, fuck I'm a goner.

When his hands made their way to my ass, I knew it was over for me. Giving a squeeze, my breath shallowed and I suppressed a moan. Noticing this, he did it again until he was playing with it as if it was play doh. My dress hiked up a bit, but I could care less. Especially when the tormentor of my dreams is right under me.

What other sounds could he make? His lustful gaze filled me with determination. I fully sat down on his growing buldge and circled my hips slightly. His breath hitched, a loud moan came from him, eyes blown wide. "There's those pretty eyes," I muttered. I grinded down on him, my hand cupping his face as if he was fine China. "So handsome," I whispered. Perhaps he heard me the first time, because now be fought to keep his eyes open. Never once looking away from me. Oh if only he knew what he did to me. Or maybe he did?

One hand on my ass and the other on my hip, he helped guide my hips on him, grinding up to meet me half way too. A shakey moan leaves my lips before I could stop it. Hes kissing me again, only this time, he's looking me in the eyes while doing so. A man could offer me millions of diamonds, but all I'd care about are the ones watching me right now. Looking at me with a hunger I'd only ever fantasize about. Such precious jewels and right now they were all mine. "All yours," he whispered to me. "Oh my god." I said that out loud too!? "All fucking yours," he said again, planting kisses on my neck. There would most likely be marks in the morning, what a hassle. "Always been," he whispered in my ear, grinding us closer together. I moaned at the sensation.

Maybe the Vodka hit me harder than I thought. Because now I'm most likely soaked down there. Sae would never say that to any girl who showed interest. I've seen it may times before: The love struck fan confesses her love, but Sae doesn't even spare them a glance. Now I'm imagining he'd declare himself all for myself? But I wish that was so. So I'll believe he ment to say that for now.

"F-fuck, right there," I whimpered. My hips feverishly grinding down where his buldge hit the spot just right. Over and over and over again. "S-Sae," I whimpered. He finally left my neck alone, helping me reach my high, kissing my lips like he would in my dreams. "C'mon, babe," he told me, "私のために兼. (Watashi no tame ni ken.)" Oh, f-u-uck. That's it.

Riding out the high of the moment, Sae let out a loud groan. Looking down at his lap, I gasped when I saw the mess we made. I saw the creamy white slowly trying to escape from his pants. I let out a shakey moan and tried to get off him. He held me in place, though.

"Thank you," he whispered into my hair, "I love you." My heart skipped a beat. "I love you," I said without thinking. It was only when his arms tightened around me did I realize what I had done. "Oh no," I thought out loud, "Oh no no no no no." I got up, rolled the window down, reached my hand out and opened the door from the outside. Was he fucking serious.

Getting out of the car, I fixed my dress and helped Sae out of the car. He looked confused and I wouldn't blame him: I was too. Locking my car, I helped into his house and to his room.

I took off his shoes and changed him out of his dirty sweaty clothes. He'll thank me later. Since it's his first time drinking, he'll know the horrors of waking up and smelling like shit, but at least he'll be in fresh clothes and not in the ones that already probably smell like shit and would get worse the longer he waits til the morning. My breath hitched when I saw his cum soaked underwear. It didn't help that Sae looked like he was studying my reactions.

Once he closed his eyes I finally let myself sober up and pace his room. "Why the fuck did you do that!? Bad, Y/n. Don't you know how much he trusts you?" I quietly scolded myself, "I'm such a bitch. I couldn't even keep my hands to myself! Taking advantage of your crush when he's drunk is the dumbest and shitiest thing I could've ever done." I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down at Sae, who was sleeping peacefully in his bed.

"Look at you," I whispered, "Sleeping peacefully while I'm left to ponder what the fuck I'm supposed to do now." I looked at the blanket over him and fixed it better so that he could feel more comfortable. I looked at the AC and turned it down a bit, making it colder, so that I would be less sweaty in the morning. "Why must you torture me so much? Don't you know how much I love you, soccer genius?" I laughed slightly, "Pfft- "I love you" my ass... Wish you were sober though." I sighed softly. Took his shoes and left the room.

He'd forget it all in the morning.

I'm never letting him drink again. It's bad for my heart.

Oh my.. What have I done? Anyways, that's progress.. Maybe. Now this is getting interesting.

What do you think will happen?

-Levi

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I Just Had a Terrible Idea: Six/Ever After High Crossover AU Thing

So I was thinking up animatic concepts for my EAH OCs (animatics that I will never make), when I decided to relisten to Six, and I realized: If you don’t know much about the queens or have much context, the story of Henry VIII’s six wives all sounds like a bit of a fairytale. I mean, there’s literally a rhyme and everything. I know that they were all real people, but I still came up with an EAH AU for Six anyways and have decided to share my ideas because the vibes of the play radiate similar energy as EAH in terms of retelling the details of the story. Also, I like both of them. 

Note: Some details of the original events will be changed to fit with the fairytale theme. The main ‘fic’ will also primarily focus on the new generation of wives, and it’s own small story type thing. I basically kinda made my own EAH OCs but will an original fairytale that’s basically Henry VII’s wives but with a bit of a fairytale twist to it. It’ll still follow Six really closely though, and the ones from the play will be the “new generation.” Of course, while the “originals’” ages will stay the same, the “new generation’s” ages will be slightly changed due to the fact that I need them to be a bit closer in age and they need to all have been born. There will still be major age gaps.

Finally, I have added some “characters” to fit with the EAH stuff, but they are also based on real historical figures that are tied to this stuff. I’ll elaborate more on this when explaining the plot as well as said characters.

Anyways, I decided to split this up into separate posts so I can put each thing out when I want to and because they’re long. This is just the introduction and masterlist. I’ll update and add the links as I make each post.

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The Plot of the OG “Fairytale” (as known by those in Ever After)

How Roles are Decided (basically, who takes what role)

Catalina Aragon (Catherine of Aragon)

Esmeralda Boleyn (Anne Boleyn)

Angela Seymour (Jane Seymour)

Levina Cleves (Anne of Cleves)

Pretty Howard (Katherine Howard)

Victoria Parr (Catherine Parr)

Eli Tudor (Henry VIII (or is he?))

Plot of the AU

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365

Season Two Premier 

Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 2385

Masterlist 

Summary: At peace with her family, Amara gives Dean a reunion he was never expecting. But Mary isn't the only one she brought back. Now two women must adjust to being in the land of the living, one having been gone for 33 years, and the other having spent the past 365 in hell. 

Notes: I told you I had something planned! Let me know if you’ve missed this series and if you're happy to see more. Responses mean the world. 

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Amara looked at each picture curiously. She saw Dean as a young boy, smiling brightly in the arms of his mother. The woman that started it all. Her death put him on this course. This painful, dark journey. Amara set the picture aside, noticing something shine from the back of the drawer. 

She took out a small tin box. Inside were more photographs. Amara examined one in particular. It was Dean leaning over the hood of his car. Around his waist were the arms of a laughing woman. He had a glint in his eyes that Amara hadn’t seen. It was then that she understood. Dean would never be with her. He could never join her in her new world. His heart was far, far away. Perhaps she could bring it back to him. 

-

Mary couldn’t get her out of her head. That woman. Who was she? She had looked at her… like she knew her. 

“You okay, mom?” Sam asked, noticing the far off look in her eyes. She had been acting strange, but that was, of course, understandable. She just came back from the dead, for Chuck’s sake. She gave her youngest a small smile. 

“Yeah, I’m just daydreaming, I guess.” She glanced around the kitchen, noticing an absence. “Where’s Dean?” 

“He’s probably going to spend the day in his room.” Sam sighed deeply. “Today is a sort of anniversary for him.” 

“Anniversary? For what?” From the look on her son’s face, it couldn’t be good. Sam sat down and motioned for her to join him. 

“A few years ago- three, to be exact- we lost someone. Dean lost someone.” He clasped his hands together on the table. The wound of losing one of his closest friends had healed some, but it still stung. Especially today. “He loved her. And she loved him. Maybe too much.” He shook his head. It felt like so long ago. 

“Dean found someone?” Mary smiled slightly. She had hoped her boys had been loved by someone, since she wasn’t there. Sam nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah he did.” He tried not to get choked up, but remembering still pained his heart. And for Dean… After losing Jessica, Sam wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone. His brother had shouldered it for the past three years, accepting little to no help. He never even talked about her. 

“What happened?” Mary asked softly. Sam opened his mouth to answer, but he didn’t get the chance. 

“She died.” Dean said, having appeared in the doorway without them noticing. He crossed the kitchen and poured himself some coffee before joining them at the table. “Three years ago today.” 

Mary didn’t know what to say. She had more questions, but it didn’t seem like the time to ask them. Sam and Dean both looked… broken. All she could do was offer some kind of comfort. She put a hand on top of each of theirs. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Dean looked into her eyes and she looked into his. They weren’t the same eyes of her bright little boy. They held so much pain, so much loss. She had to tear her gaze away. 

She had only been back for about a week and everything was so overwhelming. She should have been there for them. She should have made sure that they never had to feel this pain. She never wanted them to be hunters. She just wanted them to be boys. 

Dean finished his coffee and retreated to his room. Sam looked like he wanted to say something, but he just sat in uncomfortable silence. Mary’s heart ached. She just wanted them to be boys. 

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He should be used to losing people by now. In three years, he should have gotten over it. Losing you. But even now, the image of your last smile as the hell hound tore away your flesh was burned into his brain. He would never forget. He opened the drawer of his desk and found the small tin box. 

A quiet knock caught his attention and he turned to see his mother in his doorway. She gave him a small smile. 

“Can I come in?” He nodded in reply and she sat on the edge of his bed. For a moment, she didn’t have the courage to say anything. How would he react? Would he get upset and make her leave? Or would he close up and not say a word? Maybe, hopefully, he would talk to her. He could make her forget how much she had missed. “Can you…” She paused, waiting for a sign to continue. Dean looked at her expectantly. “Can you tell me about her? I know you probably don’t want to talk about her, I just-”

“It’s okay.” He sighed, putting a hand on top of the box on the desk. “Sam’s always saying that if I talk about her, it keeps her alive in a weird, hippy sense of the word.” He shook his head to himself. Mary watched him carefully, making sure she didn’t push any boundaries. 

“What was she like?” Dean thought for a moment. 

“Stubborn.” He chuckled deeply. “If she thought she was right, you’d never get her to budge and she always thought she was right. God, the fights we used to get into…” He paused, recalling a few in particular. “She had a big heart and wasn’t afraid to show it. She was tough and smart and funny and beautiful. Best damn pool hustler I’ve ever seen. That’s actually how we met.” 

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He ran a hand over his face, trying to hold back tears. 

“How long were you together?” Mary wondered. He wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was staring off into memories. 

“Four years.” He answered quietly. “She- uh- she was there for me when Sam…” This was more than he was ready to talk about with her. How was he supposed to tell his mother that her sons have been to hell? How did he tell her that Y/N was there because of him? He forced his shoulders back and sat up straighter. “Anyway, um, this-” He passed Mary the box of photos. “This is her.” 

Mary opened the tin slowly, peering down at the photographs with a sad curiosity. As she looked through them, her expression changed. She selected one that gave her a clear view of the woman’s face. She was smiling, a beer in hand and a bright glint in her eyes. Dean was beside her, staring at the woman like she was the only thing in the world. Mary’s eyes widened and Dean noticed her body language shift. 

“What is it?” 

“Dean I…” Mary was hesitant, but she knew without a doubt that she was right. “I’ve seen her before.” Dean’s brows knitted together. 

“What?”

“I know this girl.” 

“Mom, that-” Dean sighed, “That isn’t possible. You died before Y/N was three.” Mary handed him the picture. 

“I saw her, Dean.” She insisted. 

The two stared at each other. Mother and son. Dean broke his gaze first. 

“I think Sam needs help in the library.” He said, his voice becoming flat and emotionless. “Please go.” 

“Dean-”

“Mom.” He stared at the wall, his command firm. “Please, just… I need some time alone.” 

Mary didn’t say anything else. She put the pictures back in the box and tried to hand it back to him. When he didn’t make any move to take it, she set in on the desk and left. 

Dean resisted the urge to throw the box across the room. The metal was already dented and battered from other fits throughout the years. Dean just kept his eyes trained on the ground, wrapping his head around his mother’s words. She was wrong. It couldn’t have been Y/N. It just couldn’t. 

-

One Week Ago

“Mary?” You gasped, gaping at the woman across from you. Everything was dark, clouds of black surrounding you from every angle. Through the darkness, you could see a woman you only knew from pictures. A woman that had been dead for over 30 years, or at least she was when you were still on earth. You were surprised you still remembered. 

“Who are you? Where am I?” She asked, eyes wide with uncertain panic. Before you could answer, you felt something pulling you further into the darkness, yanking Mary back in the other direction. 

When you opened your eyes, you were staring at the sky. The real sky. The night sky stretched out, stars shining brightly down at you. So bright you had to shield your eyes. Your skin pricked with every movement. You were cold. You were naked and you were cold. 

You stood slowly, your legs barely able to hold yourself up. The night air sent goosebumps up your bare arms and legs. The dead grass crunched under your feet and you took a deep breath. 

“Very funny, Levina.” You called into the night. This wasn’t the first time the demon had tried to trick you, made you believe that you were free only to pull you back into your torment. “You must be running out of ideas.” You crossed your arms over your chest to try and stay warm. There was no answer. “Levina!” 

“You aren’t in hell anymore.” A voice startled you. You whirled around to see a woman in a black dress looking at you curiously. “Surely, you can tell the difference.” 

“Who are you? What do you want?” You took a defensive stance, backing away as she stepped forward. 

“I’m the one that lifted you from your torment.” She said it like it was obvious. “You’re free now.” 

“You think I’m going to fall for that again?” You scoffed. “You must be getting a little rusty, Lavina. Have to say, I like this face more than the old one.” 

“My name is Amara. We have a friend in common.” 

“Let me guess; Lucifer? Well tell the dark lord if he’s up for round two, I can handle-”

“Dean Winchester.” She interrupted, making you shut up. “He misses you. I want to give you back to him.” 

“Why the hell should I believe you?” You growled. “Dean doesn’t even remember me.” 

“You’re wrong.” She shook her head. This time, when she stepped towards you, you let her. “I can’t erase what they did to you in hell, but I can assure you that you are no longer in their grasp. Find Dean.” With that, she just vanished. Poof. Gone. 

You didn’t have many options, so you just walked. You found a road and mindlessly walked beside it. Every step ached. You had numbed yourself for so long that every gust of wind felt like a thousand tiny needles stabbing your flesh. You weren’t sure if you were capable of feeling anything else. Only pain. 

Headlights drew closer and closer, quickly joined by flashing blues and reds. You didn’t stop walking even when you heard the car door open and close. 

“Ma’am are you alright?” The police officer’s voice cut through the night, but you barely heard it. Your ears just kept ringing with the sound of your own screams. You stopped and turned around. The woman was approaching you slowly with a look of sympathetic concern. Being naked and wide-eyed, it wasn’t hard to read her thoughts. But she had no idea the depth of violation you’d been through. You took a heaving breath. 

“I need to find Dean Winchester.” 

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Now

“Dean!” Sam called, knocking on his older brother’s bedroom door. “Dean, we need to talk.” 

“Sam, not now.” Dean groaned, opening the door just enough to give him a glare. “I really don’t want to talk or deal with any of your other hippy healing crap.” 

“It’s Jody.” Sam pushed inside without giving him time to object. “She said she needs us in Sioux Falls right away.”

“Did she say why?” 

“No, but she sounded pretty freaked. Apparently, she’s been trying to get a hold of us for a while, but things kept coming up or we weren’t answering.” Sam sighed, running his fingers through his hair. 

“To be fair, our mom came back from the dead and you were being tortured by that British bitch.” Dean countered, feeling guilty for ignoring Jody’s calls. “What did you tell her?” 

“That we’ll be there before morning.” 

Dean nodded in agreement. 

“I’ll pack a bag, you tell mom we’re leaving.” 

“I think she should stay here.” Sam suggested, keeping his voice down like it was a secret. Dean gave him a strange look. 

“What? Why?”

“She needs to adjust, Dean. Maybe giving her just a few days to herself here in the bunker will help her do that. Besides, we don’t know what’s going on and it could be dangerous and I…” He sighed. “I just don’t think she needs any more excitement right now.” Dean thought for a moment before he nodded. 

“Alright, tell her that we’ll hopefully be back in a few days and that she can call us or Jody if she needs anything.” 

By the time the two brothers got packed up and ready to go, a dark feeling had settled deep inside Dean’s chest. Something felt off. It sunk into his lungs and into throat, as if a shadow was trying to strangle him. When Sam climbed into the passenger seat, his brother looked white as a sheet. 

“You okay?” Sam wondered, half tempted to ask if he should drive, but he didn’t want to get punched. 

“Something about this feels wrong, Sam.” Dean muttered, shaking his head as he started the car. 

“What, do you think it’s a trap?” It wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility. With the British Men of Letters and Lucifer out there, it wouldn’t be that shocking that someone was out to get them. But Dean shook his head. 

“I don’t know what it is, but with the buckets of crazy we’ve been through, I don’t think it’s good.” The two let that sink in, pulling out onto the road. Hoping to distract himself, Dean switched on the radio. Both brothers froze as the beginning words made Dean grip the steering wheel. Chuck sure had a cruel sense of humor on today of all days. 

Sister Christian, oh the time has come… 

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STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

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THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

F:

Matlyuba Alimova (1954) Uzbek, Russian - actress.

Elena Kats-Chernin (1957) Uzbek Jewish - pianist and composer.

Munojot Yo’lchiyeva (1960) Uzbek - singer.

Nasiba Abdullayeva (1961) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Rano Kubaeva (1961) Uzbek - actress and producer.

Yulduz Usmonova (1963) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Aziza / Aziza Muhamedova (1964) Uzbek, Uyghur / Tatar, Russian - singer-songwriter.

Nargiz Zakirova (1970) Uzbek / Uzbek Jewish - singer.

Gulnora Alimova (1971) Uzbek - pianist.

Sevara Nazarkhan / Sevara Nazarxon / Sevara Nazarxonova Anvarjonova (1974) Uzbek - singer-songwriter.

Rayhon / Rayhon G’aniyeva (1978) Uzbek - actress, singer-songwriter, and pianist.

Manzura / Yoʻldosheva Manzura Muborakovna (1978) Uzbek - singer.

Ravshana Kurkova (1980) Uzbek / Russian - actress.

Natasha Kizmet (1980) Uzbek - model, dancer, comedian, dance instructor, and filmmaker.

Rinat Matatov (1981) Uzbek Jewish - actress.

Gulchehra Eshonqulova (1981) Uzbek - actress.

Alina Gilmanova (1981) Uzbek - instagrammer (alinagilmanova).

Sevinch Mo'minova (1982) Uzbek - singer.

Lola Astanova (1982) Uzbek - pianist.

Jamilya Buranova (1982 or 1983) Uzbek - actress and model.

Natasha Alam (1983) Uzbek - actress and model.

Tatyana Zakirova (1983) Uzbek - model.

Sitora Farmonova (1984) Uzbek - actress, singer, and comedian.

Djamilya Abdullaeva (1984) Uzbek - actress, singer, and model.

Oydin Yusupova (1984) Uzbek - actress.

Feruza Jumaniyozova (1984) Uzbek / Tajik - singer.

Lola / Lola Yuldasheva / Lola Yo’ldosheva (1985) Uzbek - actress and singer-songwriter.

Yulduz Turdiyeva (1985) Uzbek - singer.

Kaniza / Kaniza Shahrizoda (1985) Uzbek, Spanish - singer.

Alina Kit (1985) Uzbek - model.

Dilnoza Kubayeva (1986) Uzbek - actress.

Gulnora Qosimova (1986) Uzbek - actress.

Nodira Sadikova (1986) Uzbek - model.

Shahzoda Matchanova (1987) Uzbek - actress.

Nilufar Usmonova (1987) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Adelya Alibekova (1988) Uzbek - singer.

Sugdiyona Azimova (1988) Uzbek - actress.

Tamila / Esmiralda Rahmatova (1988) Uzbek - singer.

Guzal Irgashova (1988 or 1989) Uzbek - model.

Ziyoda Gobilova (1989) Uzbek - actress and singer-songwriter.

Dilbar Fayzieva (1989) Uzbek - actress and tv presenter.

Anjelika Akbar (1989) Uzbek Jewish, Kazakh Jewish, Turkish Jewish, German Jewish - pianist, composer, and writer.

Zarina Nizomiddinova (1989) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Liliya Azyukova (1989) Uzbek - model.

Roza Gilles (1990) Uzbek - model.

Saiora Altinbekova (1990) Uzbek - model.

Adel Meylibaeva (1990) Uzbek - model.

Lina (1990) Uzbek - actress and model.

Elnara Musaeva (1990 or 1991) Uzbek - model.

Aziza Curly (1991) Uzbek - actress and model.

Zamzama (1991) Uzbek - singer.

Maria Sav (1991 or 1992) Uzbek - model.

Asal Shodiyeva (1992) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Irina Sharipova (1992) Uzbek / Tatar, Russian, Ukrainian - model and Miss World Russia 2010.

Zilola Ruzieva (1992) Uzbek - model.

Lyudmila Kan (1992) Uzbek, Korean, Japanese - model.

Darina Vladi (1992) Uzbek - model.

Umida Khalikova (1992) Uzbek - model.

Vasilina Ibragimova (1992) Uzbek - model.

Anastasia Eliseeva (1992) Uzbek - model.

Istora Artikova (1993) Uzbek - model.

Lola Naimova (1993) Uzbek - model.

Diyora Abdujabbarova (1993) Uzbek - model.

Ruxshona Matkarimova (1994) Uzbek - actress, singer, and tv presenter.

Zarina Mustaf (1994) Uzbek, Uyghur, Tatar, Azerbaijani - makeup artist and instagrammer (zaramustaf).

Kamilla Shermuh (1994) Uzbek - instagrammer (kamillashermuh).

Nadya Bondareva (1994) Uzbek - model.

Rakhima Ganieva (1994 or 1995) Uzbek - model and Miss Uzbekistan 2013.

Barchinoy Sadikova Abduvasieva

Sayyora Badalbaeva (1995) Uzbek - reality tv star.

Albina Kayumova (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

Negina Khudaykulova (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

Snowbaby / Cai Rui Xu / Cai Rui Xue (1996) Uzbek, Tibetan / Taiwanese - youtuber (snowbaby瑞雪) and kpop trainee.

Dilnaz Ametbekova (1996) Uzbek - model.

Angelica Miller (1996) Uzbek - model.

Nargiss Fiami / Nargiza Gulmuhammedova (1997) Uzbek - model (instagram: nargiss_fiami).

Madina Urinova (1997) Uzbek - model.

Anastasia Khvan (1997) Uzbek, Korean, Japanese - model.

Gina (1997) Uzbek - model.

Sevara Ravshanova (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Carina Galieva (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Elina Karimova (1998) Uzbek - cover singer, youtuber (Elina Karimova_엘리나), and instagrammer (elina_4_22).

Alek Seeevna (1998) Uzbek - model (instagram: alekseeevna_98).

Shakhzoda Begmatova (1998) Uzbek - model.

Alina Gimranova (1998) Uzbek - model.

Natali Ten (1998 or 1999) Uzbek, Korean, Japanese - model.

Anik (1999) Uzbek - model.

Camila Ismatillaeva (1999 or 2000) Uzbek - model.

Tammy Tamaytka (2000) Uzbek - youtuber (Tamaytka).

Sofiya Orlova (2000) Uzbek / Unspecified Black - model.

Rushana Kaxxarava (2000) Uzbek - model.

Kamila Shodieva (2000 or 2001) Uzbek - model.

Malika Rakhimova (2000 or 2001) Uzbek - model.

Dildora Khashimova (?) Uzbek / Korean - actress.

Jamila Gafurova (?) Uzbek - actress.

Hadicha / Hadicha Qurbonova (?) Uzbek - singer.

Olga Druzhinina (?) Uzbek - singer and pianist.

Zamira Beshimova (?) Uzbek - actress and model.

Diyora (?) Uzbek - singer.

Irina Nikotina (?) Uzbek - violinist.

Dilnoza Artikova (?) Uzbek - dancer.

Robiya Nabieva (?) Uzbek / Tajik - instagrammer (yaibor).

Shuhrat Razzaqov (?) Uzbek - dutar player and tanbur player.

Malicakson (?) Uzbek - singer.

Aly Sayd (?) Uzbek, Afghan, Syrian, Spanish - actress.

Mariam Salem (?) Uzbek - model.

Valerie Ko (?) Uzbek - model.

Mila Mironova (?) Uzbek - model.

Dinara (?) Uzbek - model.

F - Athletes:

Galina Shamrai (1931) Uzbek - gymnast.

Svetlana Babanina (1943) Uzbek - swimmer.

Tamara Golovey (1943) Uzbek Jewish / Belarusian Jewish - chess player.

Elvira Saadi (1952) Uzbek - gymnast.

Natalya Butuzova (1954) Uzbek - archer.

Elena Tornikidou (1965) Uzbek - basketball player.

Tatiana Levina (1965) Uzbek - canoer.

Inna Isakova (1967) Uzbek - canoer.

Irina Lyalina (1968) Uzbek - canoer.

Anisa Petrova (1970) Uzbek - fencer.

Elmira Urumbayeva (1973) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Anjelika Krylova (1973) 1/4 Uzbek, 3/4 Russian - figure skater.

Zulfiya Zabirova (1973) Uzbek - cyclist.

Oksana Chusovitina (1975) Uzbek - gymnast.

Dinara Nurdbayeva (1976) Uzbek - ice skater.

Yelena Lebedeva (1977) Uzbek - canoer.

Rozalia Galiyeva (1977) Uzbek - gymnast.

Anastasia Dzyundzyak (1979) Uzbek - gymnast.

Anastasia Gimazetdinova (1980) Uzbek - figure skater.

Saida Iskandarova (1980) Uzbek - swimmer.

Yuliya Borzova (1981) Uzbek - canoer.

Zarrina Mihaylova (1982) Uzbek - rower.

Ekaterina Khilko (1982) Uzbek - trampoline gymnast.

Yelena Usarova (1982) Uzbek - rower.

Iroda Tulyaganova (1982) Uzbek - tennis player..

Natalia Ponomareva (1982) Uzbek - pair skater.

Aida Khasanova (1983) Uzbek - fencer.

Anastasiya Korolyova (1983) Uzbek - swimmer.

Olga Akimova (1983) Uzbek - figure skater.

Akgul Amanmuradova (1984) Uzbek - tennis player..

Olga Drobysheva (1984) Uzbek - cyclist.

Irina Shlemova (1984) Uzbek - swimmer.

Marina Aganina (1985) Uzbek - pair skater.

Natalya Mikryukova (1985) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Zinura Djuraeva (1985) Uzbek - judoka.

Irina Kaydashova (1985) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Natalya Mamatova (1985) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Mariya Bugakova (1985) Uzbek - swimmer.

Kseniya Grigoreva (1987) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Olga Umaralieva (1988) Uzbek - canoer.

Natalya Koneva (1989) Uzbek - basketball player.

Vlada Ekshibarova (1989) Uzbek Jewish - tennis player.

Evgeniya Karimova (1989) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Olga Gnedovskaya (1989) Uzbek - swimmer.

Makhliyo Sarikova (1990) Uzbek - footballer.

Djamila Rakhmatova (1990) Uzbek - gymnast.

Ulyana Trofimova (1990) Uzbek - gymnast.

Gulnor Sulaymanova (1990) Uzbek - kurash practitioner.

Darya Elizarova (1991) Uzbek - gymnast.

Luiza Galiulina (1991) Uzbek - gymnast.

Albina Khabibulina (1992) Uzbek - tennis player.

Marina Sisoeva (1993) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Ganna Pustovarova (1993) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Ranohon Amanova (1994) Uzbek - swimmer.

Nigina Abduraimova (1994) Uzbek - tennis player.

Sabina Sharipova (1994) Uzbek - tennis player.

Victoria Kan (1995) Uzbek, Korean - tennis player.

Dilnoza Abdusalimova (1995) Uzbek - gymnast.

Polina Merenkova (1995) Uzbek - tennis player.

Luiza Ganieva (1995) Uzbek - gymnast.

Elizaveta Nazarenkova (1995) Uzbek - gymnast.

Zarina Kurbonova (1995) Uzbek - gymnast.

Gulnoza Matniyazova (1995) Uzbek - judoka.

Yodgoroy Mirzaeva (1996) Uzbek - boxer.

Ekaterina Knebeleva (1996) Uzbek - cyclist.

Anna Nagornyuk (1996) Uzbek - figure skater.

Marta Rostoburova (1996) Uzbek Jewish - gymnast.

Ida Mayrin (1997) Uzbek Jewish - gymnast.

Alina Khakimova (1997) Uzbek - cyclist.

Arina Folts (1997) Uzbek - tennis player.

Guzal Yusupova (1997) Uzbek - tennis player.

Mariya Shekerova (1988) Uzbek, Russian - judoka.

Renata Baymetova (1998) Uzbek - cyclist.

Samira Amirova (1998) Uzbek - gymnast.

Anora Davlyatova (1999) Uzbek - gymnast.

Fotimakhon Amilova (1999) Uzbek  - paralympic swimmer.

Nigora Tursunkulova (1999) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Komola Umarova (1999) Uzbek - tennis player.

Emiliya Kalehanova (2000) Uzbek - ice skater.

Madinabonu Mannopova (2001) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Sevil Yuldasheva (2002) Uzbek - tennis player.

Nargiza Abdurasulova (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Aziza Ermatova (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Zebo Juraeva (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Maria Moiseeva (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Kamola Riskieva (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Makhfuza Turapova (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Tanzilya Zarbieva (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Yulduz Kuchkarova (?) Uzbek - swimmer.

M:

Turgʻun Azizov (1934) Uzbek - actor.

Ari Babakhanov (1934) Uzbek Jewish - tanbur player, rubab player, and dutar player.

Stahan Rakhimov (1937) Uzbek / Russian - singer.

Ali Hamroyev / Ali Khamrayev (1937) Uzbek - actor, director, producer, and screenwriter.

Yoqub Ahmedov (1938) Uzbek - actor.

Bakhtiyor Ikhtiyarov (1940) Uzbek - actor.

Farrukh Zokirov (1946) Uzbek - actor, singer, pianist, and composer.

Sherali Jo’rayev (1947) Uzbek - actor, singer-songwriter, screenwriter, and poet.

Rustam Sagdullaev (1950) Uzbek - actor.

Vladimir Soultanov (1960) Uzbek - pianist.

Stanislav Ioudenitch (1971) Uzbek - pianist.

Tohir Sodiqov (1973) Uzbek - actor, singer-songwriter, and guitarist.

Yehezkel Lazarov (1974) Uzbek Jewish / Bulgarian Jewish - actor, director, and multidisciplinary artist.

Ozodbek Nazarbekov (1974) Uzbek - singer.

Eldar Nebolsin (1974) Uzbek - pianist.

Jahongir Poziljonov (1978) Uzbek - actor and singer.

Ulug'bek Rahmatullayev (1982) Uzbek - singer.

Michail Lifits (1982) Uzbek / German - pianist.

Otabek Mahkamov (1984) Uzbek - actor.

Alisher Uzoqov (1984) Uzbek - actor, singer, footballer, and director.

Shoxrux / Shohruh / Shohruh Shodmonov (1986) Uzbek - rapper and producer.

Talgat Batalov (1987) Uzbek / Russian - actor and director.

Farruh Yusupov (1987) Uzbek - actor and model.

Jasur Gaipov (1988) Uzbek - singer.

Aziz Aripov (1988) Uzbek - model.

Behzod Abduraimov (1990) Uzbek - pianist.

Roman Samoylov (1990) Uzbek - model.

Shakhboz Makhmudov (1990 or 1991) Uzbek - model.

Daler Ametist / Daler Makhumudov Ametist Ulfatovich (1991) Uzbek - actor, rapper, director, producer, screenwriter, and designer.

Sukhrob Zavqiyev (1991) Uzbek - model.

Davron Abilov (1991) Uzbek - model.

Amri Madiev (1991) Uzbek - model.

Oskar Tuychieva (1991) Uzbek - actor and model.

Jawani (1991) Uzbek - model.

Daler Yusuf (1992) Uzbek / Kelantanese Malay Malaysian - actor.

Model Sadish (1992) Uzbek - actor and model.

Ismail (1992) Uzbek - model.

Alem / Batyrkhan Malikov (1993) Uzbek - singer.

Sanjar Khalikov (1993) Uzbek - singer.

Bobur Vakhobov (1993) Uzbek - model.

Sherzod Yusuf (1993) Uzbek - singer and model.

Nikita Vasilchenko (1994) Uzbek - actor.

Gulomjonov Khakhraman (1994) Uzbek - singer and pianist.

Sardor Otajonov (1994) Uzbek - model.

Timur Khodjaev (1994 or 1995) Uzbek - model.

Amirkhon Oribjanov (1995) Uzbek - model.

Joni Obidov (1995) Uzbek - model.

Rimas Astrauskas (1995) Uzbek - model.

Bekzod Ziyayev (1995) Uzbek - model.

Saidakbar Ramankulov (1995) Uzbek - model.

Faruh Jon (1995) Uzbek - model.

Yoosoofjanof (1995) Uzbek - model.

Vladlen (1995) Uzbek - model.

Nurbek Khaydarov (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

NAIM (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

IS (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

Arteezy / Artour Babaev (1996) Uzbek - youtuber and twitch star.

Shakhboz Ibodullaev (1996) Uzbek - model.

Chivu Khamraev (1996) Uzbek - model.

Jakhongir Abdumalikov (1996) Uzbek - model.

Temur Akramov (1996 or 1997) Uzbek - model.

Rakhmatullo Numonov (1996 or 1997) Uzbek - model.

Bobur Abdukadirov (1996 or 1997) Uzbek - model.

Sarvar Turdibaev (1996 or 1997) Uzbek - model.

Shavkat Sabitov (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Muhammadali Mamadaliyev (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Khurshid Sayfiev (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Mukhammad Jon (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Sardor Abdumajitov (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model and dancer.

Axmedjan (1998 or 1999) Uzbek - model.

Umid (1998 or 1999) Uzbek - model.

Allan (1999) Uzbek - model.

Kamoliddinbekzod (1999 or 2000) Uzbek - model.

Utkirbek (1999 or 2000) Uzbek - model.

AMIRKHAN (1999 or 2000) Uzbek - actor and model.

Mirabdullokh Mirsalikhov (2000) Uzbek - actor and model.

Yuri Andryushkov (2001 or 2002) Uzbek - model.

Daniel Rakhimov (2002 or 2003) Uzbek - model.

Jamik (2002 or 2003) Uzbek - model.

Islam Gaynutdinov (?) Uzbek - model and Face Of Uzbekistan 2018 (instagram: islamgaynutdinov).

Jahongir Otajonov (?) Uzbek - singer.

Imran Usmanov (?) Uzbek - model.

Khalid Bukhari (?) Uzbek, Iranian - actor.

Bek Vlogs (?) Uzbek - youtuber (Bek Vlogs).

Young Zapik (?) Uzbek - rapper.

Qahramon G'ulomjonov (?) Uzbek - singer.

Bobomurod Hamdamov (?) Uzbek - singer.

Akhmed Bek (?) Uzbek, Unspecified - actor.

Shavkat Tashmatov (?) Uzbek - singer.

Islam Duysenbayev (?) Uzbek - model.

Jakhongir Danaev (?) Uzbek - model.

Alisher Madumarov (?) Uzbek - musician (Dado).

Sherzod Madumarov (?) Uzbek - musician (Dado).

Rustam Madumarov (?) Uzbek - musician (Dado).

Vitaly Popeloff (?) Uzbek - singer and guitarist (Fromuz).

Albert Khalmurzaev (?) Uzbek - singer and bassist (Fromuz).

Evgeniy Popelov (?) Uzbek - singer and keyboardist (Fromuz).

Vagif Zokirov (?) Uzbek - keyboardist (Bolalar).

Timur Gaynutdinov (?) Uzbek - guitarist (Bolalar).

Anvar Salohutdinov (?) Uzbek - bassist (Bolalar).

Tofik Morduxayev (?) Uzbek - drummer (Bolalar).

Victor Nazarov (?) Uzbek - singer (Night Wind).

Robert Burhanov (?) Uzbek - bassist (Night Wind).

Dmitriy Korotkov (?) Uzbek - drummer (Night Wind).

Alex Gustov (?) Uzbek - guitarist (Night Wind).

M - Athletes:

Sergey Konov (1948) Uzbek - swimmer.

Nikolay Anfimov (1950) Uzbek - boxer.

Gennadiy Belkov (1955) Uzbek - high jumper.

Boris Budayev (1957) Uzbek - wrestler.

Mustafa Belyalov (1957) Uzbek - footballer.

Sergey Kot (1960) Uzbek - shot putter.

Farkhad Magametov (1962) Uzbek - footballer.

Dmitry Solovyov (1963) Uzbek - judoka.

Djamolidine Abdoujaparov (1964) Uzbek - cyclist.

Usmon Toshev (1965) Uzbek - footballer.

Orzubek Nazarov (1966) Uzbek / Kyrgyz - boxer.

Stepan Atayan (1966) Uzbek - footballer.

Azamat Abduraimov (1966) Uzbek - footballer.

Rustam Durmonov (1969) Uzbek - footballer.

Ivan Kireyev (1967) Uzbek - canoer.

Vitaliy Khozhatelyov (1967) Uzbek - hammer thrower.

Anatoly Tyurin (1968) Uzbek - canoer.

Ravshan Bozorov (1968) Uzbek - footballer.

Dmitry Polyunin (1969) Uzbek - javelin thrower.

Georgi Georgiev (1970) Uzbek - footballer.

Sergey Shayslamov (1970) Uzbek - canoer.

Soslan Fraev (1970) Uzbek - wrestler.

Ruslan Khinchagov (1970) Uzbek - wrestler.

Shukhrat Maqsudov (1970) Uzbek - footballer.

Oleg Tsvetkovskiy (1970) Uzbek - swimmer.

Vladimir Shayslamov (1970) Uzbek - canoer.

Sergey Andreyev (1970) Uzbek - footballer.

Anvar Kuchmuradov (1970) Uzbek - sprinter.

Nariman Ataev (1971) Uzbek - boxer.

Konstantin Sarnatskiy (1971) Uzbek - long jumper.

Shermukhammad Kuziyev (1971) Uzbek - wrestler.

Grigory Pulyayev (1971) Uzbek - wrestler.

Rustam Abdullaev (1971) Uzbek - footballer.

Timur Mukhamedkhanov (1971) Uzbek - judoka.

Igor Khalilov (1972) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Bakhodir Kurbanov (1972) Uzbek - wrestler.

Roman Poltoratsky (1972) Uzbek - discus thrower.

Igor Dzyuba (1972) Uzbek - cyclist.

Fevzi Davletov (1972) Uzbek - footballer.

Vladimir Kazantsev (1972) Uzbek - canoer.

Rafayel Islamov (1972) Uzbek - canoer.

Armen Bagdasarov (1972) Uzbek - judoka.

Andrey Shturbabin (1972) Uzbek - judoka.

Alisher Mukhtarov (1973) Uzbek - judoka.

Vladimir Shmakov (1973) Uzbek - judoka.

Aleksandr Urinov (1973) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Akram Yurabayev (1973) Uzbek - canoer.

Konstantin Yashin (1973) Uzbek - canoer.

Vladimir Alimdyanov (1973) Uzbek - canoer.

Ramil Islamov (1973) Uzbek - wrestler.

Muhammad Abdullaev (1973) Uzbek - boxer.

Karim Tulaganov (1973) Uzbek - boxer.

Yury Aristov (1973) Uzbek - hurdler.

Rafkat Ruziyev (1973) Uzbek - boxer.

Erkinjon Isakov (1974) Uzbek - middle distance runner.

Andrey Shilin (1974) Uzbek - canoer.

Kamol Muradov (1974) Uzbek - judoka.

Farkhod Turayev (1974) Uzbek - judoka.

Yorqin Nazarov (1974) Uzbek - footballer.

Abdumajid Toirov (1974) Uzbek - footballer.

Nikolay Shirshov (1974) Uzbek - footballer.

Ravil Nachaev (1974) Uzbek - swimmer.

Aleksey Cheglakov (1974) Uzbek, Russian - wrestler.

Vyacheslav Skoromnov (1974) Uzbek - sports shooter.

Oleg Pashinin (1974) Uzbek - footballer.

Ikrom Berdiev (1974) Uzbek - boxer.

Viktor Ustinov (1974) Uzbek - hammer thrower.

Ruslan Agalarov (1974) Uzbek, Dargin - footballer.

Ariel Mastov (1974) Uzbek Jewish - kickboxer.

Ruslan Biktyakov (1974) Uzbek - wrestler.

Utkirbek Haydarov (1974) Uzbek - boxer.

Yevgeny Astanin (1974) Uzbek - canoer.

Evgeni Sviridov (1974) Uzbek - skater.

Yevgeny Yerofaylov (1975) Uzbek - wrestler.

Nikolay Yeroshenko (1975) Uzbek - sprinter.

Rustam Khusnutdinov (1975) Uzbek - long jumper.

Yevgeniy Petin (1975) Uzbek - triple jumper.

Bakhtiyor Nurullaev (1975) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Michael Kolganov (1975) Uzbek Jewish - sprint kayaker.

Aleksandr Popov (1975) Uzbek - canoer.

Oleg Pukhnatiy (1975) Uzbek - swimmer.

Aleksandr Agafonov (1975) Uzbek - swimmer.

Mansur Zhumayev (1975) Uzbek - judoka.

Timur Ibragimov (1975) Uzbek - boxer.

Ulugbek Ibragimov (1975) Uzbek - boxer.

Alisher Tuychiev (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Davron Fayziev (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Zafar Kholmurodov (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Bakhtiyor Ashurmatov (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Sergey Krushevskiy (1976) Uzbek - cyclist.

Dmitry Tsutskarev (1976) Uzbek - swimmer.

Konstantin Zhuravlyov (1976) Uzbek - sprinter.

Egamnazar Akbarov (1976) Uzbek - judoka.

Sergey Mihaylov (1976) Uzbek - boxer.

Dilshod Yuldashev (1976) Uzbek - boxer.

Damir Zakhartdinov (1976) Uzbek - wrestler.

Artur Tavkazakhov (1976) Uzbek - wrestler.

Adkhamdzhon Akhilov (1976) Uzbek - wrestler.

Komil Urunbayev (1976) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Elvir Rahimić (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Rafael Nuritdinov (1977) Uzbek - cyclist.

Alisher Rahimov (1977) Uzbek - boxer.

Spartak Murtazayev (1977) Uzbek - footballer.

Zayniddin Tadjiyev (1977) Uzbek - footballer.

Vitaly Anosov (1977) Uzbek - canoer.

Rashidjon Gafurov (1977) Uzbek - footballer.

Vadim Kutsenko (1977) Uzbek - tennis player.

Tulkunbay Turgunov (1977) Uzbek - boxer.

Rustam Saidov (1978) Uzbek - boxer.

Pavel Andreev (1978) Uzbek - devathlete.

Asror Aliqulov (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Ulugbek Bakayev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Anvar Berdiev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Aleksey Babadjanov (1978) Uzbek - canoer.

Danila Turchin (1978) Uzbek - canoer.

Umid Isoqov (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Vyacheslav Ponomarev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Anvarjon Soliev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Hayrulla Karimov (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Bakhtiyor Hamidullaev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Murat Kalikulov (1978) Uzbek - judoka.

Andrei Karyaka (1978) Uzbek, Russian, Ukrainian - footballer.

Aleksey Shevtsov (1979) Uzbek - wrestler.

Ilkhom Muminjonov (1979) Uzbek - footballer.

Yury Vitt (1980) Uzbek - wrestler.

Sherzod Husanov (1980) Uzbek - boxer.

Botir Qoraev (1980) Uzbek - footballer.

Vyacheslav Pereteyko (1980) Uzbek - judoka.

Ruslan Kudayev (1980) Uzbek - fencer.

Hamza Karimov (1980) Uzbek - footballer.

Artem Knyazev (1980) Uzbek - skater.

Ramil Sarkulov (1981) Uzbek - ice skater.

Sergey Borzov (1981) Uzbek - canoer.

Petr Vasiliev (1981) Uzbek - swimmer.

Tulashboy Doniyorov (1981) Uzbek - boxer.

Mikhail Tarasov (1981) Uzbek - canoer.

Andrei Vlasichev (1981) Uzbek - footballer.

Oleg Normatov (1981) Uzbek - hurdler.

Bekzod Khidirov (1981) Uzbek - boxer.

Abdullo Tangriev (1981) Uzbek - judoka.

Vladimir Chernenko (1981) Uzbek - rower.

Oleg Shamaev (1982) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Dmitry Strykov (1982) Uzbek - canoer.

Sherzod Abdurahmonov (1982) Uzbek - boxer.

Sherzodjon Yusupov (1982) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Shuhrat Mirkholdirshoev (1982) Uzbek - footballer.

Sergei Karaulov (1982) Uzbek - basketball player.

Akmal Irgashev (1982) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Igor Alborov (1982) Uzbek - boxer.

Sergey Voytsekhovich (1982) Uzbek - swimmer.

Oleg Lyashko (1982) Uzbek - swimmer.

Dilshod Mahmudov (1982) Uzbek - boxer.

Ramziddin Sayidov (1982) Uzbek - judoka.

Oleg Juravlyov (1982) Uzbek - sprinter.

Muradjan Khalmuratov (1982) Uzbek - cyclist.

Dilshod Mansurov (1983) Uzbek - wrestler.

Vladimir Tuychiev (1983) Uzbek - cyclist.

Oleg Sidorov (1983) Uzbek - swimmer.

Shokir Muminov (1983) Uzbek - judoka.

Roman Dronin (1983) Uzbek - cyclist.

Olim Navkarov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Ilhom Suyunov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Kamoliddin Tajiev (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Ikboljon Akramov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Utkir Kurbanov (1983) Uzbek - judoka.

Sanjar Zokirov (1983) Uzbek - judoka.

Leonid Andreev (1983) Uzbek - pole vaulter and decathlete.

Mansurbek Chashemov (1983) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Bakhram Mendibaev (1983) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Sergey Bogdanov (1983) Uzbek - rower.

Magomed Ibragimov (1983) Uzbek - wrestler.

Gayratjon Hasanov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Jasur Hasanov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Islom Inomov (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Temur Juraev (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Ildar Magdeev (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Ilyos Zeytulayev (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Kayrat Ermetov (1984) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Ruslan Naurzaliev (1984) Uzbek - rower.

Erkin Boydullayev (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Jasur Matchanov (1984) Uzbek - boxer.

Murad Inoyatov (1984) Uzbek - tennis player.

Navruz Jurakobilov (1984) Uzbek - judoka.

Anzur Ismailov (1985) Uzbek - footballer.

Azizbek Haydarov (1985) Uzbek - footballer.

Shavkat Salomov (1985) Uzbek - footballer.

Soslan Gattsiev (1985) Uzbek - wrestler.

Andrey Morkovin (1985) Uzbek - swimmer.

Dilshod Choriev (1985) Uzbek - judoka.

Bahodirjon Sultonov (1985) Uzbek - boxer.

Khurshid Nabiev (1985) Uzbek - judoka.

Adiljan Tulendibaev (1985) Uzbek - judoka.

Ivan Efremov (1986) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Abbos Atoev (1986) Uzbek - boxer.

Farrukh Dustov (1986) Uzbek - tennis player.

Sergey Tsoy (1986) Uzbek - swimmer.

Elshod Rasulov (1986) Uzbek - boxer.

Shavkat Mullajanov (1986) Uzbek - footballer.

Vokhid Shodiev (1986) Uzbek - footballer.

Timur Yafarov (1986) Uzbek - footballer.

Nikita Polyakov (1986) Uzbek - swimmer.

Aziz Ibragimov (1986) Uzbek - footballer.

Ruslan Karimov (1986) Uzbek - cyclist.

Rishod Sobirov (1986) Uzbek - judoka.

Andrey Petrov (1986) Uzbek - long distance runner.

Sherali Juraev (1986) Uzbek - judoka.

Ruslan Makarov (1987) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Mirali Sharipov (1987) Uzbek - judoka.

Vadim Menkov (1987) Uzbek - canoer.

Sakhob Juraev (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Vagiz Galiulin (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Gerasim Kochnev (1987) Uzbek - canoer.

Kamoliddin Murzoev (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Bahodir Nasimov (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Vadim Afonin (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Vadim Afonin (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Odil Ahmedov (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Orzubek Shayimov (1987) Uzbek - boxer.

Marsel İlhan (1987) Uzbek / Turkish - tennis player.

Gleb Sakharov (1988) Uzbek - tennis player.

Vaja Uzakov (1988) Uzbek - tennis player.

Soyib Kurbonov (1988) Uzbek - judoka.

Sergey Pankov (1988) Uzbek - swimmer.

Mirzohid Farmonov (1988) Uzbek - judoka.

Anvar Rajabov (1988) Uzbek - footballer.

Lutfulla Turaev (1988) Uzbek - footballer.

Ibrahim Nazarov (1988) Uzbek - swimmer.

Ivan Zaytsev (1988) Uzbek - javelin thrower.

Rafikjon Sultonov (1988) Uzbek - boxer.

Serik Mirbekov (1988) Uzbek - canoer.

Danil Bugakov (1988) Uzbek - swimmer.

Abbos Rakhmonov (1988) Uzbek - wrestler.

Kamil Agalarov (1988) Uzbek, Dargin - footballer.

Alexander Petrovsky (1989) Uzbek - cyclist.

Vladimir Broun (1989) Uzbek Jewish - footballer.

Yakhyo Imamov (1989) Uzbek - judoka.

Ivan Demyanenko (1989) Uzbek - swimmer.

Jasur Hasanov (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Shukhrat Mukhammadiev (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Islom Tukhtakhodjaev (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Kenja Turaev (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Akbar Turaev (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Sherzod Karimov (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Abduqahhor Hojiakbarov (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Muminjon Abdullaev (1989) Uzbek - wrestler.

Hurshid Tojibaev (1989) Uzbek - boxer.

Ikhtiyor Navruzov (1989) Uzbek - wrestler.

Dmitriy Kim (1989) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Ulugbek Alimov (1989) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Artem Dyatlov (1989) Uzbek - hurdler.

Petr Romashkin (1989) Uzbek - swimmer.

Uktamjon Rahmonov (1990) Uzbek - boxer.

Sherzod Azamov (1990) Uzbek - footballer.

Murod Kholmukhamedov (1990) Uzbek - footballer.

Bobur Shokirjonov (1990) Uzbek - javelin thrower.

Aleksey Mochalov (1990) Uzbek - canoer.

Sergey Dementev (1990) Uzbek - shot putter.

Bekzod Abdurakhmonov (1990) Uzbek - wrestler and mixed martial artist.

Utkirjon Nigmatov (1990) Uzbek - paralympic judoka.

Elmurat Tasmuradov (1991) Uzbek - wrestler.

Sardor Mirzaev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Shahzodbek Nurmatov (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Farrukh Nurliboev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Farrukh Sayfiev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Sardor Rashidov (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Eldorbek Suyunov (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Dilshod Turdiev (1991) Uzbek - wrestler.

Shohrux Gadoyev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Akbar Ismatullaev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Fazliddin Gaibnazarov (1991) Uzbek - boxer.

Shohjahon Ergashev (1991) Uzbek - boxer.

Azizbek Abdugofurov (1992) Uzbek - boxer.

Navruzbek Olimov (1992) Uzbek - footballer.

Davron Khashimov (1992) Uzbek - footballer.

Dilshod Juraev (1992) Uzbek - footballer.

Sherzod Namozov (1992) Uzbek - paralympic judoka.

Timur Gumerov (1992) Uzbek - cyclist.

Shakhram Giyasov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Jamshid Iskanderov (1993) Uzbek - footballer.

Sardorbek Dusmurotov (1993) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Jaloliddin Masharipov (1993) Uzbek - footballer.

Hasanboy Dusmatov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Shokhrukhbek Abdulazizov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Shakhobidin Zoirov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Ruslan Kurbanov (1993) Uzbek - triple jumper.

Diyorbek Urozboev (1993) Uzbek - judoka.

Suhrob Khodjaev (1993) Uzbek - hammer thrower.

Artem Voronov (1993) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Qudratillo Abduqaxorov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Rustam Djangabaev (1993) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Shakhzodbek Sabirov (1993) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Nikita Rafalovich (1993) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Jahongir Abdumominov (1993) Uzbek - footballer.

Artyom Savatyugin (1994) Uzbek - badminton player.

Bakhodir Jalolov (1994) Uzbek - boxer.

Elnur Abduraimov (1994) Uzbek - boxer.

Khurshidjon Tursunov (1994) Uzbek - swimmer.

Nikita Pavlenko (1994) Uzbek - footballer.

Diyorjon Turapov (1994) Uzbek - footballer.

Murodjon Akhmadaliev (1994) Uzbek - boxer.

Ikromjon Alibaev (1994) Uzbek - footballer.

Husniddin Gafurov (1994) Uzbek - footballer.

Sanjar Fayziev (1994) Uzbek - tennis player.

Temur Mustafin (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Temur Ismailov (1995) Uzbek - tennis player.

Vladislav Mustafin (1995) Uzbek - swimmer.

Eldor Shomurodov (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Andrey Sidorov (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Javokhir Sokhibov (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Zabikhillo Urinboev (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Doston Yokubov (1995) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Odiljon Abdurakhmanov (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Bektemir Melikuziev (1996) Uzbek - boxer.

Odiljon Hamrobekov (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Rustam Ashurmatov (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Jamshid Boltaboev (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Shakhboz Kholmurzaev (1996) Uzbek - rower.

Javokhir Sidikov (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Jasurbek Yakhshiboev (1997) Uzbek - footballer.

Rustam Vazitdinov (1997) Uzbek - footballer.

Komiljon Tukhtaev (1997) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Rustam Normatov (1997) Uzbek - footballer.

Farkhodbek Sobirov (1997) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Ömer Yurtseven (1998) Uzbek - basketball player.

Niyaz Pulatov (1998) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Jurabek Karimov (1998) Uzbek - tennis player.

Azizjon Ganiev (1998) Uzbek - footballer.

Artyom Kozlyuk (1998) Uzbek - swimmer.

Khumoyun Sultanov (1998) Uzbek - tennis player.

Akbar Djuraev (1999) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Adkhamjon Ergashev (1999) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Shamseddin Khudoyberdiev (?) Uzbek - wrestler.

Jasurbek Latipov (?) Uzbek - boxer.

Oybek Mamazulunov (?) Uzbek - boxer.

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Dear Diary

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Masterlist

Dear Reader,

My name is Levina Shroud. This will be my first ever Tumblr series. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing them.

-Levi

Chapter One: It's His Eyes

Chapter Two: Native Tongue

Chapter Three: Under the Influence

Chapter Four: Placing Bets

Chapter Five: Entry #??

Chapter Six: Come with Me

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It's His Eyes

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: smut, fingering, masturbation, noncon, first smut writing

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Dear Diary,

It's his eyes.

They say eyes are the windows to the soul and I'd like to agree. Maybe that's why I'm in love with positions where I can see into his.

I saw him today while we passed each other in the hall. It was a brief moment, but we made eye contact. That single moment made my whole day.

My best friend, Sae Itoshi. We met in High School when he came to play in our country's team. It's too bad he'll have to stop playing with them when he's 18. I'll miss him. Teaching him our language wasn't as hard as his coach told me it would be. Maybe it's because Sae doesn't listen to the coach that much. Making plays based on "gut feeling" and just going with the "flow."

Maybe that's why we're good friends? Because I don't fit in as much as he does. It's the usual story, the homeschooled book worm prefers to step away from crowds because she's not comfortable. Yet Sae, who blends in well despite coming from a whole different country, would rather stick with me instead of his teammates at lunch. "They're too loud," he told me. "I know that for sure," I laughed. He ruffled my hair and looked over my shoulder. "They fuck in chapter thirteen," he said. I gasped and jumped, "I KNEW IT!" But then it occurred to me... "You spoiled it for me, you dork!" Maybe he hung around me more because I help him with our language? It helped me learn his a lot better anyways, so we're helping each other. "Wait you read?" I asked out loud. Sae gave me a look and flashed me his Kindle. My smile widened and I tackled him without a second thought.

Oh

But Sae...

Please forgive me.

I'm just a girl. Your eyes, they shine like diamonds in my dreams and we girls just love our jewels. In my dreams, you watch me as I play with myself. I never cease to shiver under your cold gaze. It's hard not to. Stroking myself - edging myself. "Please, please, please," I whispered.

"What?" You asked while scoffing, "I'm not a mind reader Y/n. You have to tell me what your asking for." So close! I'm so close! But I know my fingers can't reach the spot I barely graze as well as you could. Just the knowledge of that makes me go cold and miss my high. Yet it brings back a certain want and desire. "Touch me please!"

Slowly, you'd walk towards me ever so slowly talking your time. The anticipation, the need to have you here. Inside me instead of myself.. It gets me going. Waiting. Yet when I'd stop, you would too. So I don't, I don't stop. Your name runs off my tongue like a mantra. "I need you please," I begged. Your beautiful blue eyes never looked away from me, as if you knew what they do to me.

Yet when I'm finally at the edge about to tip off, you look away. You look down at me playing with myself. "No no no no," I whined, "Look at me! Please!" You don't by the way. You stare down at her instead. "I am," you claimed, "You're so beautiful." You fell on to your knees and kissed the inside of my thigh. "So beautiful." Finally, you look back up at me. My breath shakes then it leaves me. You're so handsome down there.

"Y/n."

Just like that, I'm woken from my day dream. "You okay? You zoned out on me." I take my eyes off the whiteboard in front of me and look into... Those dangerously beautiful eyes that haunt my days and lonely nights. Sae Itoshi, my desk mate in college. My best friend, one of my only friends actually.

I noticed I was staring and cleared my throat. "Sorry about that," I said, "These are the phrases Mr. Demetri gave me to go over with you..." Like nothing happened, we went over the next assignment in language arts. My fantasy long forgotten.

Forgive me, Sae. I can't stop thinking about you.

P.S.

Should I make it a series?

- Levina

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Native Tongue

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: Slightly suggestive

A/n: No smut in this chapter. Just You being a simp. (Me too)

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Dear Diary,

It's his native language.

His eyes shine like diamonds. While I love my jewels, there is something about his native tongue that plaques my mind. Today he spoke to me and, while I understand a bit from our tutoring sessions, I couldn't understand him. He puzzled me, something he hasn't done so since I first met him. "あなたも私のことを空想しますか?" He asked. (Anata mo watashinokoto o kūsō shimasu ka?) "What did you say?" I asked. He stayed quiet, smirked at me, and laughed. "Nothing, nothing," he assured. His shoulders relaxed. I didn't even know they were tense in the first place. "No what you say?" I asked again, my eyebrows furrowed. "If there's a problem then let me help you," I demanded. He ruffled my hair again and walked ahead of me. "Maybe I'll ask again after practice," he said. I jumped and smacked my hand down on his shoulders making them tense again.

"OW!"

"SO YOU DID SAY SOMETHING!"

He, in fact, did not tell me what he asked for. Maybe he shouldn't have asked in the first place. Jury, I am a horrible friend and I plead guilty. Now, not only do his eyes haunt me but his voice as well. His native tongue to be specific. His accent, paired with his deep voice are enough to keep me awake at night.

My body goes against my wishes as does my mind. Now I yearn to hear him speak in his language again in my fantasies. Yet knowing so little about his, it never happened.

"くそ!" (Kuso!) Sae shouted once on the field. I looked up from the water bottle I was refilling and looked at the  him confused. "What did he just say?" His coach glanced at me and remembered, "Oh, yeah! You're his language arts tutor. All he did was say " fuck" in Japanese. He curses sometimes under his breath. Hearing him curse is quite rare." I hummed at that in thought. "We all have our off days, I guess," I mumbled.

One time in class, Sae and I were doing a group project together and Jordan poured in the wrong vial. "馬鹿野郎! (Baka yarō!)" He shouted at him. I was confused and so was he. Peter on my left snorted before saying, "He called you an idiot." I laughed boisterously, Peter following me, while Jordan shrank down embarrassed. "I figured that," he grumbled, "You didn't need to translate it. I watch anime." That only made us laugh louder.

Another time, Sae and I were heading to lunch but caught the Math teacher and Gabrielle. "なんてふしだらな女なんだ. (Nante fushidarana on'nana nda.)" He sneered. Using my Google Translate, I caught what he said, but didn't say a word. He took my hand and hurried me to the cafeteria. "The faster we get our food, the faster we can leave," he muttered. I could in my hand while I pocketed my phone. "What a slut," he said. "Huh?" I wondered. He looked back at me with those cold eyes. "I said What a slut," he repeated, "Next time just ask me for a transition. Sometimes Google Translate isn't so reliable." Embarrassed, I gripped his hand a little tighter and held my phone in my pocket a little closer. "Sorry," I mumbled. I could've sworn he had a small smirk on his face. Yet when I blinked it was already gone. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.

When we sat down for lunch, he stared at me while I ate my food. I felt small under his watch. He was comforting, a shelter I wanted to reside in forever, but those eyes.. they made me weak. Jordan snickered already knowing what was going on through my head. I glared at him before looking at my tormentor: My warden who makes sure I remember who entrapped me in the first place. "Do you need something?" I asked him slightly irritated because of Jordan.

"You like me speaking in my native language," he said bluntly, "Don't you?" I froze and Jordan bursted out laughing. Registering what he said, I blushed red from embarrassment. "W-was that obvious?" I wondered. Fuck, now I stuttered. Great. Just great. "Not really," he said. (Yes it was.) He finally relieved me of my stress by looking at his plate instead. "I'll make sure to speak more in them for you," he said smoothly. Not an ounce of embarrassment, no second thoughts, no regret, just confidence. WHAT THE FUCK!?

"I'd like to hear you speak in your native tongue too," He requested. Jordan wiggled his eye brows at me. I scoffed at threw a piece of my food at his, which he unfortunately caught it in his mouth. Feeling his eyes on me again, I looked back at him, shrinking down in my seat. "S-sure, sure, cool," I nodded.

Sae is going to be the death of me!

Right now, She's got me in a chokehold. If you couldn't already tell. More to come later!

What do you think Sae asked you about?

-Levi

P.S.

Drop down your native language in the comments!