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Queer books/movies recommendations

Hi!! Dear friends, I need your help. Could you drop in the comments any queer book/movie titles you can think of? It can be any genres, fiction, nonfiction, educational literature etc

We're making a bibliography at the library I work at for pride, and tho I have already researched and gathered a lot of titles, I want to put as many as possible, so I thought of asking here

(Note: I know I have some italian mutuals, so if any of you knows the titles in italian that'd be even better)

Thanks in advance!!

*edit: queer books/movies meaning both things that have being queer as their main topic, and also in general media with queer characters

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(even more designationless!reader…)

The idea had clung to you like a ghost, silent and persistent. A whisper of possibility, a gnawing what if that refused to let go, lurking in the quiet spaces between your thoughts.

It started as an offhanded remark- just a passing suggestion from an Omega medic flipping through your file, his frown deepening at the blank space where a designation should be. He’d leaned in closer, like he was sharing a deep secret even though you’d heard of it before.

“You know, there’s a new procedure. A way to synthesize a scent, balance your hormones. Might help you fit in better.”

At the time, you’d laughed it off, a dry, hollow sound. You were fine. You had learned to live without instincts, without scent cues. You had a pack now- wasn’t that such a wonderful thought? You, of all people, with a pack- and they never made you feel lesser for it.

But still…

Still, you would never stop noticing the way strangers hesitated when they got too close, noses twitching as they tried to find something that wasn’t there. The way some looked at you like you were an anomaly, a hollow space where something vital should be.

The pack never made you feel wrong. But the rest of the world did before and after them.

So, you started actually looking into it. Quietly; and what you found was terrifying.

The procedure wasn’t just some simple injection or pill, wasn’t like the time you got yourself a pheromone perfume. It was invasive- gene therapy, hormone treatments, scent gland augmentation. Synthetic pheromones would be forced into your system, rewriting the very foundation of your body’s chemistry. The risks of rejection and infections were high. The list of potential side effects was even higher- neurological damage, sensory overload, organ stress. Death.

It wasn’t just expensive. It wasn’t just painful. It was dangerous.

And yet, the thought had taken a root far too deep to be simply pulled out.

What would it be like to walk into a room and be known? To have a scent that soothed your pack, something that would mark them the way they marked you with touches and borrowed clothes and lingering words? The pheromone perfume had been temporary, but this- it could be permanent. A cure.

It took weeks before you built up the courage to bring it up to your pack; weeks of staring at catalogues and brochures, google searches all on the costs, the risks, the very, very few who had tried it.

Sitting in the nest one evening, curled between them, you hesitated before you gathered enough courage and spoke. “I found a way to get a scent.”

The reaction was immediate, though you weren’t surprised. They’ve likely heard of the procedure before.

Johnny turned his head sharply from where he had been sprawled beside you, brow furrowing. Kyle, who had been playing absently with your fingers, froze. John, seated at the edge of the nest with a book in his lap, went still. And Simon- Simon growled. A low, rumbling thing that vibrated through your ribs, curling up inside your chest like a warning.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Your throat went dry. “You know about that procedure, right?” your words were careful, hesitant. “It’s… expensive. But it can create a scent for me. A real one.”

Silence. Then-

“No.”

John’s voice was sharp, absolute. Not angry, not yet. But firm in a way that brooked no argument. A command all on its own.

Your stomach twisted, and a deep frown etched itself onto your face. “I just thought-”

“No,��� Simon repeated, harsher this time, sitting up straight. His eyes burned into yours, dark and furious. “Who the fuck put that idea in your head?”

You faltered, the hesitant hope in your chest slowly fanning out. “It’s not- I wasn’t—”

“You dinnae need fixing, hen.”

“It’s not about fixing,” you argued, pulse quickening. Why weren’t they giving you a chance to explain? “It’s about- I don’t know, being normal? Being able to-”

“You are normal,” Kyle interrupted, his voice thick, pain threaded around each word. “Christ, love, what made you think you weren’t?”

Frustration bubbled up, clogging your thoughts. “You don’t get it,” you snapped, and the words poured out, raw and aching. “None of you do. You’ve never had to live without it. Never had to wonder if you belonged because you don’t have the one thing that ties you to everyone else!”

John’s exhale was sharp, scrubbing a hand over his face and beard. He looked at you- really looked at you, and his face tensed even further. “And you think putting yourself through hell to force a scent into your system is the answer?”

You hesitated, exposed under their scrutiny, laid bare even in spite of the layers you were wearing.

“You’d risk your life for this?”

“People go through hormone therapy all the time-”

“Not like this,” Kyle shook his head, immediately cutting that line of thought off. “This isn’t just hormone theraph. This is gene-altering shit. You read the side effects, love? The risks?”

You had. And now, under their gazes, the weight of it pressed heavy on your chest.

Ghost shifted closer, holding your arm, face tight. “You’re not doing this.”

“You can’t just tell me what I can and can’t do with my own body!”

Price’s jaw tightened, eyes dark with something unreadable, something heavy. When he finally spoke, it was rough, edged with the kind of steel that only came from deep, unwavering conviction.

“You’re right.”

For a second, your breath caught, because you hadn’t expected him to say that. Did you-?

“We can’t tell you what to do with your body,” he continued, low but firm. “But we can stop you from hurting yourself. I will not allow you to go through that damn procedure.”

The words hit like a fist to the gut.

Simon exhaled sharply, tilting his head like he couldn’t believe you had even considered it. “You’d put yourself through that- all that danger, all that risk- just to what? Smell a little different?”

You swallowed, and then, after a heavy moment, nodded.

Kyle leaned in, wrapping himself around you, protective. “You,” he hissed. “You think some synthetic, lab-made scent could ever be worth you getting hurt?”

Your throat felt tight, and you looked away, only for Johnny to let out a rough, disbelieving laugh. “Jesus, lass. You think we’d ever want some artificial shite over you?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came. “I just thought… maybe it would make things easier.” You admitted eventually, voice small and weak, avoiding their eyes. You’d thought… it might even make your family care.

Gaz inhaled sharply, like your words had hurt. “Easier for who?”

The question left you hollow, because you knew the answer.

Not for them.

Never for them.

John sighed, rubbing his temples before reaching out, cupping your cheek with one calloused hand and forcing you to look at him. “Love,” he murmured, and his voice had softened now, rough edges worn down to something gentler, something aching. “We don’t need you to smell like us to know you’re ours. We don’t need a scent to claim you, or to carry your scent.” His thumb brushed against your cheek, touch warm. “You’re already part of this pack.”

The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, curling around your ribs, something painful and good all at once.

For so long, you had felt other. Like something was missing. But here, surrounded by them, their warmth pressing into you, their hands grounding you-

You could almost convince yourself you were whole.

Simon let out a slow breath and reached for you, pulling you into his lap with a kind of desperate, hungry care, his arms curling around you like he could somehow shield you from your own thoughts. Johnny pressed against your side, warm and solid, his grip firm where he held onto your wrist. Kyle leaned in, his forehead pressing against your shoulder, and Price wrapped an arm around all of you, anchoring you to them.

And you let yourself believe them.

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" HOT MODEL SEX. " | BONTEN VERSION

starring! : mikey, sanzu, ran, rindō, kakucho, koko, takeomi

warnings! : 18+, actual corruption, reader smokes, petnames (good girl), drunk sex, anal sex, oral, really long

a/n! : This is an alternative to the first model!reader fic, this time with bonten (there's also gonna be a part two of this one)

The guys did a lot of things

Drugs, murder, theft, gambling, more drugs and

Going to fashion shows.

It's mostly just to wind down and be social..plus the men are fashionable, it's just a thing that comes with being born in Tokyo. It became a ritual, whenever one of their favorite designers did a show and there was nothing important to do that other people couldn't do, they would check it out.

They'd sit in the front while photographers huddled the very front of the stage.

The haitanis and koko enjoyed these shows the most, especially the Versace, dior and dolce shows. Before every show started, they'd look through the small brochure they'd give out, showing the clothes and, of course, the models.

There was this one beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, elegant, fierce model that caught their eye everytime. They've seen her already many, many times, and that model was you.

Your legs, your walk, your hips, and your face. Your very presence made these cold men feel something again, admiration.

Sanzu was high as fuck at all the shows, having just done a few lines in the bathroom but no matter how dazed he was, he'd always took notice of you..being high made you somehow even more ethereal. You looked like an angel, like a holy vision.

"Oh..she's here again," Ran mentioned, reading the brochure, staring at the picture and tilting the thin pages to show his brother, rin immediately smiled before taking a drag of his cigarette.

The anticipation of you arriving on the runway was like foreplay, but when you appeared in skimpy clothes, showing off that sexy body of yours, walking with purpose and confidence made these men horny. Even mikey, he just liked that menacing aura around you, especially when you wore that heavy smokey cat eye that made your eyes look like daggers, ready to kill.

The men would notice the looks you'd give them, and only them. Sometimes, even sly and sexy smirks when you wouldn't be dead focused on the way in front of you. You recognized the men, of course you did. It's hard not to notice them. They were admittedly flashy and attractive men. You had no idea what horrible and dangerous men they actually were, though..

One fateful after party with your co worker's and fellow models, drinking champagne in a tight black mini dress, you spotted the men from the show at a table, smoking and drinking. Eyes set on you.

With your mind a little buzzed and feeling extra sexy, you thought you might excuse yourself and go outside for a smoke, but not before walking past their table and smiling at the two lilac haired men.

You were standing outside on your Louboutins, feeling the cold night air hit your hot skin. You heard the door open and sure enough..

It was the two men.

they were walking right up to you. as you put your cig between your glossy lips, they both held up lighters next to you. You eyed them up and felt a shiver up your spine. You smirked and leaned forward to let one of them light your cigarette.

"The show was fabulous tonight.." the taller one said before holding out his hand. "Ran." He introduced. "Rindou," the other followed.

A smirk crept up on your lips again before blowing smoke out of your lungs and you continued to tell the men your own name

"We know." Rindou said, with his hand and cigarette covering his mouth.

Not long after the little meeting, you went back inside and met the other men since the brothers invited you to the table.

As you all talked, you felt how the white hot stares of the men made you sweat and feel their lust radiating. You felt high, exchanging lustful looks with each of the men..

Koko was particularly interesting to you, the way he carried himself and his slightly feminine demeanor made you attracted to him.

Kakucho had that boyish and shy charm to him, takeomi was a hot older man and sanzu seemed like he'd be a crazy fuck.

You'd die to get tag teamed by the brothers.

Mikey had that mysterious and melancholic aura to him.

They were all sexy and you'd let yourself get whored out by them. You'd definitely meet these men again..

Luckily, the brothers gave you their numbers, saying, "Come by our Penthouse sometime, yeah?" Making you smile as you saw they already gave you the address. "We'll see.." you said teasingly before getting up and walking back to your friends.

One of your friends and Japanese model, sachiko, came up to you with a concerned look on her face. "Did you just talk with those men?" She asked, flipping her long black and shiny hair back.

"Yeah, why?" You asked with a raised eyebrow

She softly grabbed you by the shoulder, turning you around so the men were out of sight. "You don't know who they are?" She whispered, you shook your head and let out a quick laugh, "No, but I'm trying to" you responded, jokingly.

"You should stay away from them, I'm telling you..they're dangerous."

You just laughed again, thinking she was joking, or trying to get you away from some kind of players. but she didn't seem to smile or change her worried look. She was serious.

"I'll be careful." You smiled. Trying to calm her.

Sachiko let go of your shoulder. She didn't look like your words calmed her, but she knew you're an adult woman and could take care of yourself..

She couldn't do more than warn you and hope you listen to her words.

A week afterwards, all the shows were done and you found the little note from the hot guys.

You were just done showering and took your phone out, it was 20:30.

You don't have anything to do right now, and you don't wanna sleep yet, so..

Maybe you'll be a little bitch and just show up without a warning..but no, for the first actual meeting you should call beforehand.

You picked up your phone and typed the number in. For the first time in years, you felt nervous to call someone..you felt like you were 14 again and you're about to call your high-school crush. It felt nice to feel like that again, but your hands were slightly shaking when you heard the phone ringing, waiting for someone to pick it up. Your heart raced and your body tensed up

"..yeah?" rindou picked up, and he sounded out of breath and his voice echoed

"Rindou, right?" You confirmed, and he went quiet for a second before he sensually chuckled

"Y'know, in Japan, if you don't know someone that well, you use their last name.." he smugly corrected you

You grinned. "Right, I'm sorry, Mr.Haitani." he went quiet again before-

"Good girl,"

Your body tensed up, and your blood ran hot. "How come you're calling so late?"

"You mentioned that you and your brother owned a club, I just wanted to know which one it was"

Not long after that call you dried your hair, did your makeup and picked out a sexy I.am.gia black mini dress with some miumiu heels. you grabbed your dior saddle bag and put on your jewlery as you adored yourself in the mirror, striked poses and kissed the mirror before you grabbed your keys and happily went out.

you hailed a cab and told the taxi driver to drive you to roppongi at the haitani club, the man then side eyed you and asked what a woman like you wanted at a club like that, you just laughed and didnt answer.

truly you didnt wanna know why every person was so on the fence about these people, you just wanted to have fun and maybe get some dick.

once the man dropped you off, you thanked him and handed him the money, as you stepped out he said "hey, be careful." before he drove off again.

as you set your eyes on the club, the building was gigantic, booming with music and bright flurescent purple lights. there was a line of people in front of the entrance. You did not have the nerve to wait THAT long to get into a club you didn't even know was worth the hassle.

but thankfully, a man with a lilac mullet and a cig in his mouth stepped out of the vip entrance. It was rindou. your eyes met, and his immediately widened as he choked on his cigarette smoke. He waved you over to him, and you skipped to him on your pretty heels, clacking against the smooth concrete.

he hugged you as a greeting and you smiled

"You.." he chuckled, slightly embarrassed biting his bottom lip."You look amazing." he complimented, eying you up and down as if he was ready to just pull you into the club and eat you up

..or out.

he looked at the bouncer and grabbed your hand. "She's with us," he mentioned, to which he nodded. "Yes, sir"

rin motioned his head for you to head inside with a playful smirk while he kept holding your hand.

the music inside was even louder than you expected, the second you looked around you saw multiple hot people dancing, drinking and making out.

rin led you to a glass staircase with a tall man standing in front of it, but he stepped aside as soon as rindou walked up to him. you looked at rin. Obviously, he's one of the owners. Of course, he's gonna be let through. the two of you reached the top of the staircase and saw couches with glass tables in front of them

people were also drinking, and women were dancing, but some people were also doing cocaine. rindou just put his hand on your shoulder as you approached the table where his brother was sitting. he stood up when he saw you to hug you. "heyy, god, you look gorgeous.." he said with both his hands on your hips. "Come sit with us." You did as he asked and sat down on the white couch, crossing your legs.

rindou sat down next to you just like his brother, so now you were sandwiched between two hot men in business suits that wore beautiful smelling perfume. "whatdya wanna drink?" the younger brother asked, showing you the drink menu.

you ordered some rosé and the two just ordered the same. once the three of you were a little tipsy, you got handsy, and both of the brothers had their hands on either your lower back or thighs, close to being under your mini dress.

you also kissed them multiple times with tongue, rindou took the bottle and held it to your mouth, letting you drink, watching some of the alcohol spill from your mouth down between the valley of your tits. you giggled and kissed him afterwards. He softly groaned into the kiss as you suddenly felt rans lips against your neck, sucking harshly, trying to get your attention again. you looked back at him with a smile, he was pouting "dont forget about mee" he complained playfully before grabbing your hot and flushed face to press his wet lips against your own, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth, seeking your own. rindou rolled his eyes. " You've been hoarding her all for yourself the whole time." ran, broke the kiss, and looked at you, "then let's just ask her who she wants to go home with"

you bit your bottom lip and swiped some of your hair from your face. "dont be mad if i ask this.." You began, and the brothers just stared at you in expectation as their ringed hands grabbed at your soft thighs, feeling burning cold against your hot skin. "Can i go with both of you?" their eyes widened, they didnt expect you to ask that, but they weren't mad, far from it, actually.

"i mean, we've never actually shared a girl before, but.." ran began and kissed behind your ear. "we'll be happy to have you being our first..right, rin?" he asked his brother, to which his hand turned your head to look at him. "i don't mind that.." he said softly against your glossy lips before kissing you.

the three of you stumbled out of the club and the flashing lights of cameras suddenly blinded you, you rolled your eyes as they yelled your name, you had no idea how the fuck the stalkerrazzi even found you. "You're so populaaar," ran drunkenly hummed, just continuing to drag you along. you just rolled your eyes again, shielding your eyes from the lights. There's nothing you hated more than these fuckers..

suddenly, in your drunken mind you had an idea that you were probably gonna regret in the morning.

so you just suddenly grabbed rin by his tie to aggressively make out with him as your other hand grabbed at rans crotch, you love to shock the paparazzi, you know they wont leave you alone, so you can at least make them uncomfortable while you tongue fuck this hot and apperantly controversial guy and grabbing the cock of an also controversial man

you broke the kiss and looked back at the cameras, holding your middle finger up with a big smile, putting on your dior shades, rin just stuck out his tongue as his brother did the same,

ran dragged you back to their black Bentley, you then pulled both of the men into the back of the car, the flashing lights following you to the car and you just sat yourself down into ran's lap as you kept kissing rindou, swinging one of your legs across his lap. the driver hesitantly asked. "..wh-where to, sir?" rin tore himself away from your enchanting lips "home."

you bareley remember the drive home, all you remember was having rins cock on your mouth and rans slim but long fingers in your wet cunt. And you remember when you two were in their bedroom you were completely naked except for your heels, getting pounded in the ass and having another hard cock in your throat, ran was in the front and rindou was in the back, you whimpered and whined as you felt their long and hot cocks filling you to the brim, you faintly heard their heavy breathing and little compliments that made you drool on rans cock even more.

"You're so good- so fucking good," ran huffed before letting out a gutteral moan, moving his hips into your face, looking down at you with his hand softly settled in your beautiful hair.

"Her fucking ass is so tight-" rindou groaned lowly before giving you a firm smack on the ass, while his other hand held your hips in a tight grip. "You've never done anal before, did you?" He asked, out of breath.

Ran pulled his dick out of your glossy mouth for you to answer, but your hand kept stroking him "no.." you paused to moan but it feels fucking good.." you mewled, biting your bottom lip, smearing your lip liner even more.

Rindou grinned down at you and huffed out a small chuckle "I can tell, baby" he said "can feel how wet your pussy is" he said before continuing to pound into you

Ran smiled down at you and took your hand "your pussy needs some attention too, huh?" He smacked his lips as if he was pitying you "my selfish brother completely ignored your pretty clit.." Ran helped you up and rindou immediately took your arms into his rough hands, his cold metal rings burning your scorching hot skin.

The older brother got in front of you to lift your leg and put it around his waist, aligning his cock with your pussy.

You thought you'd finally get to cum soon but then he slid the tip of his cock through your wet cunt and circle your clit with it "your gasps when it hits your clit are so cute" he teased.

You bit your lip even harder, not even caring if you're gonna bruise it or draw blood. You just wanted his cock, you never wanted anything more.

"Please ran--" "ah-ah" rindou interrupted you. "Remember what I told you about formality?" You let out a frustrated moan, throwing your head back feeling rindous fat cock breaking you in, almost feeling him in your guts. "Please, Mr.Haitani..fuck me stupid, sir"

That was all you remember when you woke up in-between the two gorgeous men, their arms over you under the soft blanket. As comfortable as you were, you had a splitting headache and aching legs. you planned on getting up but you saw your phone light up on the bedside table behind rindou, you reached over him carefully to not wake him.

Once you read the messages you almost jumped up and screamed in anger and embarrassment.

Last night events with the paparazzi went viral and everyone was texting you about it, your friends were just cheering for you but the news sites were shocked about the "alleged mob members hanging out with supermodel"

Alleged mob members??

You looked at the sleeping men next to you and froze up, it felt like time stopped. You sat there for ten minutes before continuing to read the articles your friends sent you, you looked so fucked up in those pictures, still hot but...fucked up.

Surprisingly, you didn't care that much about them being part of a criminal organization, you were just shocked that no one told you up front.

You carefully got up, put on your bra and panties before getting out of the room to get yourself a glass of water to sober up a bit, then raid their bathroom cabinet for some painkillers.

Your arms, thighs and ass hurt like hell. You got to the kitchen and immediately filled a glass with water, you chugged it down and filled it up again.

As you drank your second glass you heard footsteps, probably woke one of them up as you climbed over them.

You suddenly choked on your water when three of the other guys you met walked around the corner, seeing you almost naked, messy hair and messed up makeup. It was koko, takeomi and kakucho.

They stopped in their tracks, trying and failing not to look you up and down

"Fuck- sorry I didn't know- I thought this was the brothers' place" you tried to explain, wiping the spilled water from your chin

Kakucho looked down at the floor while shaking his head "don't apologize, we're sorry we didn't know you were still here.."

"Still here?" You asked, placing the glass down on the white marble counter

Takeomi chuckled. "You guys weren't exactly quiet.." kakucho awkwardly coughed. He was so cute..you'd suck him off right here, even with your sore throat. "uh..do you want some painkillers?" Kaku asked politely, still making eye contact with the floor.

You smiled "yes, thank you.." kakucho nodded and walked away, he expected you to wait there for him to come back but you followed him, you noticed his eyes quickly flicking yo you every now and then.

You leaned against the sink once you two reached the bathroom, your hips right next to his face, you looked down at him and he looked up at you after he tried to find some painkillers, he tried to look back down but you kept his head up by his chin, making him gulp heavily and keep his eyes fixed on you this time

He was immediately hard and he didn't know why, nothing happened..yet.

But It didn't take long, or many words

For him to have your cunt on his mouth and your gorgeous legs on his shoulders, he didn't seem like it, but the way he was moving his tongue now made up for the little words you exchanged, and before you knew it you were cumming in a shaking frenzy, moaning and biting your fingers to keep quiet. Your fingers in his pretty and smooth ebony hair, feeling his heavy breath on your mound while grinding back on his face.

Once you came back, you were wobbly on your legs, but held onto kakus strong arm for leverage. You leaned over to him "maybe next time we'll have more time to do more" you whispered before kissing his cheek.

You turned the corner and more men were there. The brothers, sanzu and mikey..

"There's the one that got away" Ran said taking a drag of his cigarette while rindou just looked you up and down while drinking some type of alcohol, in the morning.

His eyes told you that he was ready to go for another 4 rounds.

Sanzu stared at you intensely before speaking up "next time you guys hold a whole ass concert, I better be invited" rindou furrowed his eyebrows, looking like he was ready to vomit

"In your dreams, coke-head" Ran responded, reading the newspaper with crossed legs

You chuckled and sexily turned on your heels to walk back into the brothers' bedroom to get your clothes before heading back out, "let's party sometime again, huh?" You smiled, looking at the brothers, then sanzu..you don't know why but he seemed like fun to party with.

And lucky you, he stood up and walked after you, "let me drive you, it's pretty cold out and..you're not dressed for the weather" you chuckled and rolled your eyes "lead the way then.."

Surprisingly he didn't try to hit on you, the drive home..which disappointed you a bit. But when you saw your hotel you grabbed his shoulder and said "you can stop here" the pink haired man stopped his luxury car and got out before you to open your car door, what a gentleman.

"Ugh, you know what's crazy?" You asked him to which he grinned and tilted his head "what?"

"I'm already ready to party again.." you giggled to which he got a smug grin on his face "that's because those two snobs don't know shit about partying right."

You turned your head to him and smiled curiously "and you do?" He nodded and reached into his pocket, giving you a card with his number

"Call me when you're ready to party for real" you took the card with your index and middle finger, you grinned getting closer to him and give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

[haikyu-mp4]

Crooked bangs

word count; 1053 – f!reader

Not usually favouring sports, you’re in the journalism club to make use of your great eye for design and writing. After watching one of your school’s volleyball team’s official games last season, you took notice of the boring brochures they handed out with the players’ information. You hadn’t yet chosen what to do for your project this semester and decided to lend your talents to making a better representation of the team’s charms and talents. What you didn’t expect to get out of the project was a date.

You received permission from their coach and captain and set up some equipment to take your photos in a room adjacent to the gym during practice. Hopefully, you can encourage them all to pose confidently. In order to not disturb their whole practice, you ask one grade to join you at a time, starting with the first-years and ending with the third-years. Good luck!

You were nothing short of nervous as you got ready to photograph the tall volleyball players. The volleyball team was one of Shiratorizawa’s many great prides, and you had taken it upon yourself to create something that would represent them and their talents. However, you didn’t expect that some of the players would be even more nervous than you. While working with the first years, Goshiki was proving difficult as he kept turning away from the camera. The coach gave you limited time with his players so you started getting anxious, begging him to tell you what made him so camera shy.

“My bangs are a little crooked and I look stupid,” he mumbled. You hadn’t noticed before, but your eyes darted up to the hair on his forehead and you noticed it wasn’t quite as straight as usual.

“I can’t even see it! Don’t worry, Goshiki,” you tried to assure him, ignoring the other first-years giggling at their future ace acting like that. He didn’t seem convinced by your encouragement and the rest of the members you had at hand were no help, so you browsed your brain for an idea and left for where the rest of the team were training. Muttering encouragement for yourself this time under your breath, you walked over to the coach and asked him to borrow a specific player. He considered for a moment, but your respectful demeanour convinced him.

“Tendo! You’re excused. Follow her and make it quick,” the coach yelled, and the redhead was surprised, to say the least. Still, he strolled over to you and gestured for you to lead the way.

“I thought you were starting with the first-years?” he asked and you put a hand on his upper arm before leaning closer so you didn’t have to speak too loudly. Tendo took the hint and leaned down.

“Goshiki is refusing to take his pictures because of his hair. I’ve seen how you encourage him between games, please help me,” you explained, hoping he could hear how desperate you felt. Tendo stood back up to his full height and looked at your eyes for a second. It felt good to hear someone notice his efforts and talk to him so casually. Like he wasn’t scary. He hadn’t even talked to you before, but you seemed to have a good impression of him. He liked this feeling.

“I’ll try my best, boss,” he said simply with a wink. The two of you went back to the first-years and Tendo did his best to boost Goshiki’s confidence. Telling him how people would be looking at the awesome flyer after seeing his amazing line shots to find information about him, the next ace. His eyes found yours and you nodded.

“I can even write that on your profile if you want! The future ace sounds pretty impressive.”

And so the two of you got Goshiki to pose more confidently, cheering him on until Tendo had to go back and you could start with the second years.

When it was finally the third-years’ turn, you smiled a little brighter at the tall redhead. “Thank you for your help earlier, I appreciate it,” you said. The two of you seemed to be looking at each other like the others weren’t even there.

“No worries, are you happy with all the pictures so far?” he asked, not noticing the way Reon and Semi glanced at each other.

“Very, it’s fun showing off such a great team.” Your cheeks almost matched his hair with the way you felt when his eyes were on you.

“That’s good, saved the best for last of course. How do you want us?” he said as he finally broke out of the trance, rubbing his hands together.

“Give me a look that says undefeated champions, even though it’ll probably say it on the paper as well,” you giggled, trying not to be shy about your excitement.

The third-years had you laughing nonstop, energy high as you went from static Ushijima who really just had two poses to dynamic Tendo who made some funny faces for you. You got Reon to give you a handsome smirk and Semi had more than enough confidence and it showed. Overall, you couldn’t be happier.

“You guys better get back to practice, thank you so much,” you said, starting to pack up your stuff. As they were about to leave, Tendo doing so a bit hesitantly, you stopped them. “Wait! Ushijima, did you find someone?”

When explaining the concept to him and asking for his approval, you informed him that you would love it if someone spent some of their own time to make sure you had all the right information. The captain seemed to understand what you meant after a moment of thought. He pointed to Tendo, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Satori will meet you for lunch tomorrow,” he said before bowing and leaving. The others followed him, except for Tendo who gulped and stuck around. Is his best friend, the Ushiwaka, playing wingman?

“I’ll meet you by your classroom at lunch then,” you said cheerily. You could feel your little crush blossoming, charmed by how he made you laugh.

“TENDO SATORI!” the coach yelled, done with waiting for the lanky boy.

“I’ll see you then, Grandpa’s calling,” he joked and left you with a soft chuckle.

I can’t wait for tomorrow.

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Touchstarved character name meanings!

Lemme preface this by saying I’m not a name meanings expert I just love crawling through google pages and over analyzing things ALSO to make sure the results weren’t influenced by fandom everything here is from pre-2020! With that let’s get into things!

Mhin:

Mhin is a little bit tricky, as I can’t find anything for their name spelled as it is. Min, however, has several different sources and meanings.

In Chinese, Min (敏) meanings “quick, clever, sharp” Which seems rather fitting for our neighborhood soulless hunter. An alternative script for Min (民) translates to “people, citizens” which could have some interesting implications, as Mhin is implied to have strong connections to the city of Lovent.

In Burmese Min means “king, ruler” which, connected with the second Chinese translation, could perhaps be some foreshadowing? We don’t know how Mhin is connected to Lovent, but the city must have had a ruling class, perhaps Mhin held a position of power? It could also be why they survived, and which a powerful curse nonetheless

Finally, in Irish Min is said to mean “smooth, fine, small”, though I can’t find as many sources on this one. I include it because people have pointed out Mhin’s cloak pins are triquetra, which are Celtic symbols.

Kuras:

Please know I adore Kuras when I say this, but he really got the short end of the naming stick it seems. The most promising thing I can find is the usage as a Hindi surname, which doesn’t seem to have a meaning listed. If you remove the S and go with Kura, it can mean “river” in Turkish or possibly “fierceness, tiger” in Japanese.

Now here’s the silly translations! In Arabic, Kuras (كراس) seems to translate to brochure. In polish, it translates to chicken.

I truly doubt the devs thought brochure/chicken were good labels for the dear doctor, so I’m favoring the Turkish translation. Mostly because Eridia is a city divided by a river; could there be something deeper hidden in there? Maybe!

Ais:

So clearly Ais has a lot of Japanese influence, with his design being inspired by Oni, so I looked for those possible translations first. Ai (愛) translates to love in Japanese, and is typically used as a broader term to refer to emotions tied to like compassion, empathy, or platonic forms of love (as opposed to 恋/koi which refers to romantic love).

I’m gonna focus on this translation for a bit. Someone on a translation forum phrased it in a way I really love: “Ai” is something you do or give. Ais is our introduction to the Seaspring, and to groupminds in general. While the concept of a hivemind is usually used in horror as a way of taking away agency, the Seaspring is framed as a refuge for people to turn to. Could Ais’ name be an allusion to a goal he keeps hidden? Is the Seaspring a manifestation of a desire to give love despite the violent world? Or am I just reading into this too deep?

Vere:

Vere actually has a straight up name meaning! Most of the sources I found say that Vere is a French/Gaulish name meaning “Alder”, and it usually pops up in the surname “De Vere”. Alders are a kind of bitch tree, and I have no idea how that tie into Vere as a character.

But if we take “Vere” as a word rather then a name, then Latin translates it as meaning “truly, really, actually, rightly”. Vere’s introduction to us is as someone to not trust, a cunning fox waiting for the next meal, stealing our darn room key and lying about it! So I find it really interesting that his name could be a word for truth. Perhaps before his chains Vere was someone a lot more truthful ?

Leander:

Big shout out to Leander for having a plain ass easy to translate name. I’ll give you googles exact definition here: "lion of a man", from leon, "lion", and andros, "man".

That was easy, so now let’s pick it apart!

Traditionally, lions are symbols of nobility, courage, strength, and protection. Leander has a reputation for being That Guy; he’s a leader, a protector of the masses, etc etc. for all intents and purposes, Leander really is a lion of a man!

…On the surface at least. Because under all the symbolism, lions are still predators, no matter how noble.

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NeXT on A Day in a Life—Dating Nanami Kento: A Love Story in Financial Planning Pt. 8| Nanami x Reader

THE WEDDING WAR ROOM

It's been two months since you and Nanami moved into the new house.

You invited your girls over for a casual housewarming hangout to check out your new house—or so you told Nanami.

But.

In reality?

It's a wedding war room.

The living room looks innocent enough—candles flickering, a charcuterie board on the table, wine glasses in hand. But at the center of the coffee table?

A full spread of bridal magazines, Pinterest boards, and wedding venue brochures.

Nanami has no idea what he's walking into.

The house was supposed to be peaceful today.

That was Nanami's one expectation.

But as he steps to the front door, loosening his tie, there's an unmistakable vibe in the air.

A bad vibe.

The kind of vibe that says:

"You have no control over your life anymore."

And then he hears it.

💬 The Wedding Discussion That Should Not Exist

"Okay, but listen, a Bora Bora wedding would be gorgeous," Mei Mei muses, sipping a glass of Nanami's expensive wine like she owns the house.

"I'm just saying, if this man can afford a whole mortgage, he can afford an overseas ceremony," Nobara adds, lounging on the couch like she paid for it.

"Exactly," Mei Mei agrees, tipping her glass. "Bora Bora. Exclusive. Luxury. Minimal guests, maximum budget."

Maki sighs, arms crossed. "You're all unserious. Just rent out a high-end venue here and be done with it. No one wants to fly 14 hours to see Nanami in another beige suit."

Shoko, half-drunk with a half-empty glass of wine, lifts a lazy hand. "Second that: I think it's hilarious that this man doesn't even know y'all are planning his wedding without him."

You, sitting in the middle of the chaos, sipping tea like this isn't absolutely insane, just shrugs.

"I mean... Nanami did just moved to a higher performing firm as their new CFO three months ago and with the move to the new house...I just want us to celebrate us, you know? And not stress him out."

Shoko swirls her wine, unimpressed. "You're such a sugar baby, Y/N."

"I am NOT a sugar baby." You clutch your imaginary pearls in offense.

You—luxury robe, imported tea, nails and hair freshly done, skin glowing, sitting in a house you didn't pay for, with a man funding your entire existence—blink.

Nobara leans forward, squinting. "Girl. You're a sugar baby."

Maki says flatly: "You don't have a job, Y/N."

A beat of silence.

You blink.

Nobara, squinting: "Girl. What do you do all day?"

You scramble. "I—I contribute!"

Maki deadpans. "To what? The economy?"

Shoko exhales. "This is getting sad."

"I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS LIFE."

Mei Mei smirks, tipping her glass. "And the crazy part? She's not even some beginner-level sugar baby running around in Shein. No, no. Y/N has ascended. She's in her Final Form. The Housewife Era."

Shoko nods approvingly. "Honestly? I respect it. If I could scam a man into loving me this hard, I'd do it too."

"IT'S NOT A SCAM, IT'S LOVE."

Mei Mei swirls her wine, unbothered. "Love with direct deposits and an 850 credit score, babe."

Nobara starts counting on her fingers. "House? Paid for. Bills? Paid. Our last girls' trip? Fully funded. Your closet? Probably filled with designer brands you can't even pronounce." She pauses, then smirks. "Actually—I'll prove it. Go get your purse."

You frown but grab your bag anyway.

With zero hesitation, Nobara snatches it from you.

"Exhibit A—" she holds up the bag. "Chanel. And not just basic ass Chanel—this is high-tier, 'my man funds my existence' Chanel. Right, Mei Mei?"

Mei Mei barely glances up. "Mhm. Chanel Pink Iridescent Quilted Caviar Jumbo Classic Double Flap, Light Gold Hardware, 2019 release... $8,900, give or take."

"Hey, that was for... uh..."

Before you can even finish, Nobara dives inside—"Exhibit B—"And pulls out the sleek, black Amex card Nanami gave you.

Silence.

Then, you double down.

"That's... that's just my emergency card—" you stammer.

Maki crosses her arms, deadpan. "Emergency for what? Running out of Dior?"

"It's not what it looks like! I'm still cheap!" you insist, reaching for the card.

Shoko tilts her glass, smirking. "Oh? So if I open your banking app right now, it won't show a fully comped five-star spa day?"

Your soul leaves your body. "I... I coupon sometimes! I HAVE THE TARGET CIRCLE APP! I can explain."

Nobara squinted. "Oh, what'd you save, five bucks on candles? While you shop at Restoration Hardware and Erewhon for the rest of your life. I saw a Jar of Sea Moss in your influencer-life stocked fridge."

"NANAMI TOOK ME...TIK TOK MADE ME DO IT...I SAID I CAN EXPLAIN...,"

Mei Mei grins, sipping her wine. "No, you can't."

"He just loves spoiling me, okay?"

Maki, unimpressed. "And you didn't even have to pop out a single kid for it. That's efficiency."

She side-eyes you, tilting her head.

"But let me get this straight."

"You went from making lattes to corporate executives baby doll overnight...AND YOU DIDN'T NEGOTIATE A SALARY?!

Nobara gasps, slamming her drink down. "WAIT. IS THIS VOLUNTEER WORK?!"

Shoko, deadpan, takes a sip. "Charity case, actually."

Maki, shaking her head, disappointed: "A non-profit wife. Couldn't be me. But Honestly? I should be taking notes. What coffee shop were you working at when you met him?"

Nobara snaps her fingers. "He could be paying you a salary for just existing, girl. What are you even doing?"

Flustered, you scramble. "Im not a corporate executives baby doll...I clean, and cook... and—"

Maki, flat: "So do maids, Y/N. And they get paid."

"But I take care of him. I handle that and all the little details! His dry cleaning, his lunch—"

Nobara sips her drink, unfazed. "Baby girl. It's three things: coochie, comedy, and cuteness. That's it. You're getting a whole CFO salary off that."

You stare into the void, gripping your tea, voice soft, haunted. "...Shit."

You inhale sharply. Eyes wide.

"WAIT."

"Does this mean... I've NEVER actually had to budget in my life??"

Your hand shakes. Your tea spills slightly.

"Have I...Have I been a PRINCESS this whole time??"

A hush falls over the group.

Maki blinks. "Jesus Christ."

Mei Mei smirks. "Go on, babe. Keep connecting the dots."

You grip the coffee table for support.

"Oh my god. I was never meant to struggle."

More gasping.

"I was put on this earth... to be pampered. To be spoiled. To THRIVE."

You clutch your chest, taking a dramatic inhale, and your eyes sparkled.

"Have I... been a kept woman this whole time??"

Mei Mei actually chokes on her wine. Shoko wheezes.

Mei Mei clinks her glass with Shoko, grinning. "Ah, she finally gets it."

Maki shakes her head, unimpressed. "This is the worst character development arc I've ever witnessed."

And just as Nobara opens her mouth to continue the previous topic and justify financially devastating your husband-to-be—

The front door clicks open .

😨 The Collective Realization

Silence.

The worst kind of silence.

The kind where every single woman in the room realizes at the exact same time—

💀 Nanami is home.

💀 Nanami has walked into the trap.

💀 Nanami, already exhausted from work, is about to experience the worst conversation of his life.

For exactly three seconds, no one moves.

Then—

"HE'S HERE, EVERYBODY ACT NATURAL," Nobara whispers.

Mei Mei exhales. "Too late."

Shoko snorts into her glass and cackles.

Maki shakes her head. "Own your crimes."

Then, in perfect unison, every woman in the room turns toward the door, smiles, and sings—

"Hi, Mr. Nanami."

You grin brightly. "Hi, honey!"

And then—

Nanami stares at all of you, his face unreadable.

"What. Is. Happening."

Nanami Walks In Like a Condemned Man

His honey-whiskey gaze slowly sweeps across the room, assessing the scene of the crime.

Five women. Wine glasses. An iPad open to a Pinterest wedding board. A mini whiteboard with "Operation Nanami's Wedding Fund" written in calligraphy.

Nobara with a calculator, talking about "Ring ROI" and "Guest List ROI."

A printed-out Pinterest board labeled "Mr. & Mrs. Nanami - EST. (TBD). Fabric samples spread and a catering menu from Ruth's Chris Steak House across the coffee table.

His jaw ticks.

Nanami exhales. Oh, for fuck's sake.

"Nice house, Nanami. Marble floors, high ceilings, big pool...." Mei Mei adds coolly.

Nobara throws an arm around you. "Ooohh yea... What a happy couple. In their cute little mini mansion... which just so happened to have TWO MASSIVE WALK-IN CLOSETS. I'm jealous of how in love and monogamous you must be to decide to make this purchase for Y/N."

"Completely," Mei Mei says smugly, lifting a glass. "They are the definition of 'marital bliss.' In fact, I'd assume the purchase of this house was also an attempt by you to conceal the true meaning that you've gotten an expensive engagement ring for our dear sweet friend?"

"Should I even ask?" Nanami sighs.

You set your tea down slowly, eyes wide, innocent. Too innocent.

"Well, honey, we were just having a casual discussion—"

"Your wedding," Nobara cuts in bluntly.

😩 Nanami's Soul Leaves His Body

His jaw tightens. His shoulders tense.

His entire existence flashes before his eyes.

"My what," he says slowly, as if he misheard.

Mei Mei hums, swirling her wine glass. "You know. The one you're already financially obligated to."

Nanami blinks. "...Obligated?"

"Mm-hmm," Mei Mei nods. "Would be a shame if a certain someone wasted their youthful beauty waiting for a proper proposal, don't you think?"

Nobara leans forward. "And considering the whole 'wife' slip-up, the mortgage situation, and the fact that she's already running your household..." She shrugs. "Might as well just do it."

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose.

Shoko, lifting her glass lazily, "It's inevitable. Might as well let us plan it so you don't have to think about it."

Nanami's eyes snap open.

"I don't have to think about it?" His voice dropped so dangerously even though you know he's seconds from snapping.

Mei Mei just smiles.

"Exactly. Just sign the checks and show up, darling."

"Sign the checks...?" he echoes faintly.

Your girls nod.

"Yes," they agree in perfect unison.

He stares, processing.

😂 Nanami's Immediate Regret

His entire future flashes before his eyes—a wedding he did not plan, a Bora Bora bill he did not approve, a lifetime of being outnumbered by you and your friends.

Nanami glances at you.

The only person in this room whose opinion actually matters to him.

And the worst part is—

You're not even disagreeing.

You're just smiling at him sipping your tea. Innocently.

Like you knew this was going to happen.

Like you let it happen.

"Ah. Betrayal." You act like you're not part of the chaos, but you're actually their ringleader.

He exhales sharply through his nose.

‘YEAH, WELP, YOU'RE GETTING DUMPED IN THE WOODS.’ You thought.

Mei Mei is cackling. Nobara is mildly entertained. Shoko is drunk. Maki looks not impressed.

And you? You are going to be an accessory to Nanami's manslaughter charges if this goes any further.

Time to play the 'stop torturing my fiancé' card, besties.

"Okay, ladies," you cut in casually, "maybe that's enough. Let's get you more wine—we wouldn't wanna overexcite the big guy here," you laugh, rising up off the couch.

Then—without a word—turns on his heel and walks directly into the kitchen.

From the kitchen, Nanami can still hear:

"SIR, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Nobara cackles.

Maki sighs. "He's going through the five stages of grief."

Shoko toasts. "To Nanami. May his suffering be brief."

Mei Mei smirks. "Oh, no. It won't be."

You slide off the couch, padding toward the kitchen as your girls continue debating floral arrangements. Leaning against the counter, you watch Nanami pour himself a generous drink. He downs it in one go before finally turning to face you. "You okay, honey,"

He levels you with a long, exhausted stare.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

You bat your lashes. "Baby, I had no idea they were gonna ambush you like that."

A long, quiet pause. Liar. A Beautiful, infuriatingly sweet liar.

"...You're a menace."

You grin. "Mmm, but I'm your menace."

Nanami exhales deeply, setting his glass down. "Unfortunately." He should've stayed at the office. Overtime sounds peaceful right now. But no he has a life sentence with no parole.

You step into his space, smiling up at him like you're the perfect, doting fiancée and rest a hand on his chest. "I'll make it up to you. You know I hate seeing my hubby stressed."

His brow lifts slightly. "How?" Oh, here we go. The part where I lose.

You motion him to lean down, to which he complied and you whisper something in his ear.

Nanami freezes.

Slowly—he straightens back up, looking down at you. His gaze is intense, boring directly into your soul.

"...Don't start. Not right now." His baritone has shifted—low and a bit rough, controlled and steady, even though you know how affected he actually is.

You reach down, gently rubbing him over his pants. "It's something new and different. I think you'll love it, sir."

Nanami mutters something under his breath.

You tilt your head, blinking up at him, your voice all soft and syrupy. "What's wrong, honey?" you purr, pressing your palm firmer against him, feeling the way his cock twitches beneath his slacks.

"Y/N," he warns. His voice is low, strained, but you can hear it—the hesitation, the unraveling.

You lean in, pressing soft, lazy kisses along his jaw. "Yes, sir?"

He exhales sharply, his fingers digging into your waist, grip tightening like he's grounding himself.

You smirk. "So... what if have a local wedding can I have an overseas honeymoon?"

"Bora Bora," you murmur, nipping at his earlobe.

"Not happening."

"Paris?"

He groans, tipping his head back against the counter. "Y/N—"

You press your lips to his throat, voice smooth as silk. "Let me convince you, sir." You hum, tracing slow circles on his chest. "Hmm. It could somewhere exclusive, luxurious, and—"

"You mean expensive."

Your grin widens. "Doesn't have to be..."

Nanami exhales sharply, staring at the ceiling. He knows he's already lost. Hell, he lost the moment he walked through the front door.

He grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away from his growing erection before you ruin him completely. His breath is harsh, labored.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" he rasps.

You tilt your head, blinking sweetly. "Just helping my hardworking fiancé relax."

"Y/N." His tone is slow, firm—a warning. "This is really not the time."

But you just bat your lashes, fingers grazing his belt buckle like you're innocent.

His hands slide down, gripping your hips, pulling you closer. His body relaxes, tension slipping away, melting into your warmth, the steady pulse of his own life and beating.

Then—he moves.

With one deliberate step forward, he guides you back—until your spine meets the cold steel of the refrigerator.

Trapped.

The air shifts, thick with something unspoken as his body presses against yours, solid and immovable. The cool metal at your back is a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him.

Then—he tilts his head down, whiskey eyes locking onto yours.

"Behave." His whisper is a growl, dark and dangerously low.

A slow grin curls at your lips before you press a quick, teasing kiss to his.

Then he exhales. A deep, heavy sigh. "...I'll think about it."

Victory.

From the living room, Nobara shouts, "WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. START BOOKING THE SUITE Y/N."

Mei Mei clinks her glass. "To the future Mrs. Nanami."

Shoko chuckles. "Rest in peace, my guy."

Nanami shuts his eyes.

His life is no longer his own.

And yet...

He wouldn't have it any other way, because he knows life without you would be dull, colorless.

—

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2023: Upward Bound Trip - 9/11 Memorial and Museum

One of the most meaningful items on our trip itinerary was visiting the 9/11 Memorial and Museum, a place I had long desired to see. The events of September 11, 2001, are forever etched into my memory, and visiting this memorial has been on my bucket list ever since it first opened. The 9/11 Memorial and Museum, located at the World Trade Center site in New York City, serves as a deeply moving…

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Can you please talk about the on ice starlight express production I am super interested and intrigued in it <3

Oooh, interesting one... We know so little about Starlight Express On Ice! I don't know if there was much... love? behind the project to be honest, I've heard there was a lot of headaches and negativity about it, and maybe they were right, as it clearly didn't end up a hit.

The designs were really interesting - a lot of work went into completely re-imagining the concept of how to dress humans as trains. I think they ran into issues realising those designs into wearable, practical touring costumes though, because the final costumes just don't read as... trainy? as the designs. There were a bunch of cool ideas and details in there but they're all the sort of things that only make sense once you've been told about them - which isn't enough for theatre.

The show ran to the contemporary London plot - no Caboose, a very trimmed-down version of the story. But not as trimmed down as the Las Vegas production, which closed about the time the "On Ice" tour opened. So it was a bit odd to use the London show as the basis - fuel for the Caboose Conspiracists!

The Souvenir Brochure did at least include *SO* much! little profiles on the characters, fun portraits, loads of detail, compared to some of the other brochures out there it is a chonky publication.

When I first got online in about 2000, I knew someone who'd seen the "On Ice" show - as a fan of the replica productions, they were decidedly unimpressed. Plenty of technically impressive skating, but the cast were lip-syncing, and the story didn't come across much at all - at least in their opinion.

So... I don't know. I'd love to see more about this production, but I don't think it was a tragedy that it closed so early and wasn't seen by millions.

What I do find very entertaining is that there's some similaries to the Wembley costume designs...

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Wip Wednesday

I swear this comes around quicker every week

@loopstagirl gave me all of the Lucy feels yesterday and @idontknowreallywhy wrote a wonderful post about some Lucy headcanons, so I'm sticking with that theme this week ...

Lucy had been dropping hints for weeks, little comments about a winter holiday before Scott finished school, and how log cabins and snowy forests made the season all the more magical. Jeff knew she’d spoken to the boys about it, made sure they were comfortable with the idea before she had likely made her mind up about it all. He hadn’t been sure if she knew he was on to her, or if the hints were because she wasn’t sure how he’d take the idea. 

The brochure she had left on their shared office desk was decidedly less subtle than the rest of her hints put together. 

Shaking his head as he set down his own coffee on the desk along with the bag of food, he looked across to where she was sketching on the drawing board set in the window. She had her headphones in, he knew from how she hadn’t looked up when he had walked into the office, and Hiram had warned him of the failed design that had literally sent her back to the drawing board when the math hadn’t worked out earlier that morning. It would have been deadly to approach her without the latte, so he had taken an early lunch run on behalf of the entire engineering team. 

“Honey,” He called as he approached her, “Luce?”

She didn’t look up until he set the coffee in the cupholder on the board, her amber eyes wide with surprise as she pulled out one headphone. 

“You’re not being very subtle.” He murmured as he kissed her hair. 

She frowned at him as he went back to his desk, sinking down in the seat as she spun on her stool with the coffee. 

“About the problem or something else?”

He shifted back in his chair, leaning against the softened leather as he picked up the brochure and read the title from the front page, “Luxury log cabin holidays in Vermont.”

The way her eyes narrowed on him was enough warning as she crossed the room, the math problem from that morning had already set her on edge without having to go back to step one with the designs. She had been annoyed with herself for not seeing the issues sooner, for somehow not predicting them at the initial design phase.

By calling her out on the holiday, Jeff knew he’d put himself in the firing line. 

Her coffee sloshed against the lid as she set it down on the desk too hard before folding her arms as she stood in front of him. 

He loved her when she was all riled up. 

“It’s been two and a half years, Jeff.” She stated, “It was my parents that we lost out there, it was me, Scott and Alan that were in danger, and I know it impacted the rest of you too but we’re ready.” 

The amber of her eyes was hard, daring him to disagree with her and give her more munition to fire back at him with. Her jaw was tight, her mind set and unwavering in the decision that she had made. The way she had shifted her weight to one foot and cocked her hip told him how she was ready to snatch her coffee from the desk and leave if she needed to. 

If she did, Jeff knew he would follow her, but he didn’t plan on letting things get to that point. 

“We all love skiing.” She stated, “Virgil was so excited about his first snowboard lesson and Gordon wanted to learn too. We need to show Alan how to get on the lifts! We dealt with snow here the last two winters, it was fine, and I know this will be different and maybe it’ll be hard.”

She didn’t shift as he pushed himself up from his seat, instead simply shifting her gaze to keep her eyes locked on him as he approached her. 

“But if we don’t go now, we never will. I don’t want that to be the kind of example we set for the boys.”

When his hands landed on her hips, she didn’t react, her glare didn’t soften, and her jaw didn’t loosen. He loved how passionate she was, how strong and fierce she always fought for things that she loved. 

“It’s not a ski holiday.” She stated, refusing to let up, “Just a lodge in the snow, just to see how things are.”

From years of loving her, he had learned that she was her most fierce when she was worried and anxious. The idea of going somewhere far snowier than their home state perhaps had been her own, but he didn’t doubt that it was for the sake of their sons that she had talked herself into it whether she was ready or not. 

He would, of course, ensure they all coped. He’d make sure therapy appointments were made as needed, and that the boys appreciated that the trip might not be all fun and games. There had been nightmares for all of them after the avalanche, and Jeff hadn’t been sure that the mountains would ever be something his family would willingly face again. 

Lucy had introduced him to skiing though, and he had been confident after the first few months that one day she would inevitably want to return to the hobby. Her dropped hints hadn’t been entirely unexpected, and he’d known exactly where he wanted to take her when the subject had come up.

“I know.” He murmured, swaying her slightly on her spot as his hands reached further around her back from her waist, “That’s why I booked it.”

Her arms fell to land against his, her jaw dropping as she tried to find a response.

“You-- I -- but--”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he squeezed her waist and pulled her to him, “I was going to surprise you with it for your birthday next month.”

Her jaw finally gave way, the tension loosening the lines as her face dropped into a pout, “You were?”

Leaning down to kiss her nose, he nodded, “I talked to the boys already, they’re all eager for it, but they weren’t sure that you were ready.” 

“They already--” She huffed, shaking her head at him, “You all tricked me!” 

The spark of anger wasn’t real, not compared to when she had been venting at him in her need to get across just how important it was for them to go. Jeff loved it nonetheless, loved how even after so long, he and the boys could fool her. 

“Sure did.” He lifted her, turning to set her down on the desk so he could root in the top drawer for the envelope, “Ten days over Christmas, in the chalet on page seven of your brochure I believe.”

He’d picked it out for the proximity to the ski resort that gave the option of never having to head past the slopes if they didn’t want to. 

Knowing Lucy, he gave it three days before she was hiring out a set of skis. 

She didn’t bother opening the envelope, instead setting it down next to her coffee as she looked back to him. 

“I don’t-- I-- Jeff it’s not that I don’t appreciate it but…” Her eyes darted down to the brochure she was half sitting on. 

“Hey,” He murmured, tucking a strand of hair back that had escaped her ponytail, “if we get there and it’s too much, we come home. Nobody expects you to throw yourself back into it just like that, not me, not the boys. I want you to be happy Luce, and if this is something you want to try and go back to, I’m with you, every step of the way.”

She threw her arms around his neck, her legs twisting around his waist to pull him closer as her lips found his.

“I love you.” She whispered, barely pulling back, “So much.”

He smiled against her kiss, his hands sneaking under her polo-shirt, “I love you too, Honey.”