#tho to be fair this photo was taken in the fall before it got cold

[yukipri]

Enjoying the warmer weather

Cats tag: #YukiPriASLKittens

[genesisrose74]

Christmas with the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 1: Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita

Part 2 (Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita) here!!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Daichi

A huge romantic during Christmas, 10/10 quality cliche times spent together

You wanna go ice skating? Hell yeah sweetheart, he will make it the most beautifully romantic thing you’ve ever seen

Like straight out of a holiday postcard type beat

Istg the rink he takes you to looks like a more heartwarming version of Rockefeller Center

He’s a big keeper of tradition when it comes to making plans, but doesn’t mind a bit of nonsense fun when everything falls into place

Which is why you love to bring the team along on adventures because they make everything all the more entertaining

At first he’s confused like ??? You don’t have to do that just if they’ve been pestering you about it

But then he realizes you care as much about them as he does (hint: a hell of a lot) and they’re thus invited along for some stuff

Of course y’all also get some quality time together on dates with just you both

Anyways you and Daichi have talked a lot about traveling and how he was really interested in seeing new places

So as his gift you got him a carved map with a roll of red string and thumbtacks, so that he could plan out all the places he wanted to visit

You know how when Kiyoko found the “Fly” banner for Karasuno and all the boys cried?

Yeah

Like that but with lots more hugging and laughing

“You know you’re gonna have to help with mapping this out, right?”

“Is that an invitation I hear?”

“Oh, that’s a promise”

FJSFJDSK ALEXA PLAY AMERICAN BOY BY ESTELLE—

Please I love him; he is so damn sly and sassy I will die with this headcanon

Sugawara

I swear on everything that Christmas with him is equivalent to a Hallmark movie

It smells like joy and warmth wherever he is, and this season only amplifies it

He is such a cheeseball without even having to try

But it’s in the really endearing and heart-melting way,,, just MMM PERFECT

He’ll take you on a walk through those neighborhoods with those crazy light decorations in the front yard and buy you hot chocolate

If he sees a group of little kids gaping at all the lights, he’ll leave them starry-eyed with stories of magic, reindeer, Santa and so-forth

“You know, I’ve heard that Rudolph’s nose is supposed to be brighter than the world’s most powerful Christmas light”

Good heavens, children absolutely adore this man

Anyways he’ll make it a little game as y’all walk around this beautifully lit neighborhood, both of you with a different assortment of bingo squares printed on paper

First one to bingo chooses a movie to watch after getting back to Suga’s house

Will wrap a big fluffy blanket around you both and pull you into his chest while watching the movie

For his gift, you got a star named after him

It’s because y’all alway go stargazing for dates every month, just to sit out, talk and cuddle

Suga gave you the SOFTEST look after opening your gift and this cute little card you made 🥺

“Lets go try to find my new favorite star”

PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET

“Right now? Koushi it’s 11:30 pm”

“Just for ten minutes, and then I’ll get you home”

So y’all spend the rest of Christmas Eve on his roof, sipping warm tea and attempting to locate Star Suga

Asahi

Cuddle bear alert ‼️‼️

It’s basically hibernation time for him, because he’s not the biggest fan of cold

That’s alright with you though 😌 more coziness for you

Lots of quality moments indoors means more creative dates

A whole day devoted to chill present wrapping? Hell fuckin’ yeah

Nice music, pretty wrapping paper, shiny bows, maybe a little Christmas rom-com playing in the back — the whole shebang

You find out pretty quickly that despite how it sounds, it’s actually quite a satisfying and enjoyable pastime

Practically had to drag him out of your living room to secretly wrap his own gift

As much as he’s the king of timidity and soft™, he can be very playfully stubborn when he’s comfortable, hence why he was such an ass to get out of the room

I have no doubt that Asahi would melt for the most adorable, cheesy shit

So you not only bought him some really reliable headbands for volleyball use, but you also made a little coupon booklet

He can basically cash in paper promises for certain things, like getting to choose the next date idea, picking a movie to watch without any objection, having you make his favorite food, etc.

There’s one that he can exchange for a full out spa day trip, because good heavens he’s a sucker for those

Massage and exfoliation and everything — it makes him feel ✨refreshed✨

He was ecstatic fam, I don’t even know what to say

Like a puppy who just got a bunch of toys and a new backyard to play

Mans cashes in one almost immediately, and at first you’re confused

Like it’s Christmas time bubs, what are we gonna be able to do when most places are closed and it’s the holidays?

Then you read the paper

“Free hug (can be used and renewed <3)”

GIVE HIM HIS DAMN HUGS RIGHT NOW

He uses that one a lot throughout the upcoming days, to the point where he just keeps the paper on him for fun

“You realize you can just ask me silly, you don’t need to keep carrying the coupon around”

“Yeah, but it’s entertaining”

Cute little cheeky bastard

Nishinoya

LOVES LOVES LOVES CHRISTMAS

You know the 12 Days of Christmas? The song??

He gets you a small present EVERY DAY for all 12 days

Not to mention he has a big present that he saves for the actual holiday

Y’all are the type of couple to get ice cream in the middle of winter

Nishi loves his cold snacks any time of year, and you’ve thus picked up a similar taste

He will consistently pester you about what kind of present you got him

Gets pouty when you don’t tell him, but in the back of his mind he’s glad because it would ruin the surprise

Anything you get him instantly becomes his most prized gift tho

It could be a literal rock with googly eyes and he’d put it in a protective glass case for preservation

But of course you get him something better than that because he only deserves the best

He’s got this specific assortment of products to maintain his spiky hair and to make sure it’s healthy, but they’re pretty expensive to buy when he runs out

When he tore open your present’s decorative wrapping to discover a huge basket of basically every hair product he ever needed, he got wide-eyed

There was also a booklet of little notes you’d kept throughout the month that listed all the little things you noticed and adored about your precious boyfriend

He nearly CRIED reading them

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all that for me”

“You act like you don’t deserve all of it and more, Nishi”

Refuses to leave your side after that

Holding your hand, hugging you as tight as he can, etc.

He is head over heels idc idc

Tanaka

Another man who is obsessed with the holiday season and everything that comes with it

He is the biggest sap for this shit istg

Will spend hours trying to get you the best present of all time

And he succeeds exceptionally

Mistletoe? He’s got an ABUNDANCE on hand at any time, just to make sure he can get fair share of his kissies 🥰

His signature beanie appears in full force during winter

Sometimes you’ll pull it over his eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek and dashing off in the school halls

“I’ll see you after school, babe!”

Speech = jumbled + incomprehensible

“Uh hUh, you do that~”

He’s: adorable

I just know that he melts for really sweet and thought-out gifts

Like anything you give him he’ll adore, don’t get me wrong, but the ones done with special care and love are just his kryptonite

He brought you into a massive bear hug and spun you around when he opened a photo book of old pictures taken together, complete with lots of cute messages and anecdotes written alongside them

You and Saeko may have also gone in on another present for him without his knowledge

And on Christmas Eve, you dragged a curious Tanaka into his front yard to the sight of a shiny motorbike

It was Saeko’s old one that she’d held onto for a while, and an old schoolmate offered to fix it up nice in time for the holiday at a discount, so y’all decided to divvy up the lowered price and got it done for Ryu

Sweet boy was taken aback, with his hands clapped over his mouth and everything

Saeko patted him on the back as he stood there in shock, giving her baby brother a sweet smile

“All yours, little bro!”

Ya, Saeko fucking loves you 😌 and so does Tanaka

Overall very lovely, would cry to be loved by the Tanaka siblings

Ennoshita

After spending past Decembers with his fellow second year classmates (namely, the very enthusiastic Noya and Tanaka), he’s grown to know quite a bit about the different holiday events that go on around town

Still, Ennoshita is a pretty simplistic guy and is content with simply spending time with you

So when you recommended going to pick a Christmas tree out for your place together, he’s totally down

As long as he gets to help decorate too ☺️

Y’all end up picking a beauty of a tree ngl

It’s SO TALL

And a super stronk friend — fit for the most heavy duty of ornaments

It takes some damn work to get that bad boi inside and upright after driving back to your house

But like hell did that stop you

Now that it was all set up, sturdy, and given plenty of water, decorations were brought into the equation that same night

No rest until it’s all set up and looking mighty beautiful

Okay maybe some coffee breaks in between, but other than that the grind don’t stop ✋😤

Ennoshita is an expert at making Christmas trees look absolutely immaculate

Idk if it’s because he’s had to deal with cleaning up disorder for a while now?

Looking at you, ya second year loons

He just has the touch, fam

He’ll of course let you have input on which light colors, what type of ornaments, and so on

But honestly it’s really fun seeing him fully concentrated on making your tree the best it can be

He lets you on his shoulders to put on the tree topper 🥺

For his gift, Ennoshita really loves books, so you decided to get him 12 different (hardcover!!) stories — one for each month in a year

Along with a small sticky-note blurb on the covers of each to explain why you chose it, and to give similar title recommendations if he ends up enjoying

He was so surprised with how thoughtful and extensive it was

Loved it so much that he immediately started to read the first one, with you sat in his lap

“Chikara, you realize you’re meant to start this one in January?”

“Shh, I’m getting a head start”

[hockeyforthefirsttime]

Try Again- Vince Dunn Chapter 3

AN: yes the not so long awaited finally of try again, I might write an epilogue but idk yet. don’t know completely how i feel about it, but hey it is what it is. 

Word count: 1500 ish

TW: Hangover mildy angst 

Previous parts: Prologue  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  

Vince wakes up and his head is killing him, but not so much when he looks to his nightstand for his phone. Cause there is two painkillers and a tall glass of water. His phone is even plugged in. It’s definitely not his heart clenching around old feelings. He swears to himself. Then last night begins to dawn on him. How he had gotten absolutely smashed, how you had taken him home, how you had made sure he was okay. He also remembers begging you to sleep in the same bed. And as he turns around to your side of the bed he sees the covers just shoved to the side, but the sheets are cold. Of course you wouldn’t stay. 

The soft groan that escapes his lips along with a “fuck”, is only heard by him. Silence has never been quite as deafening to him as it is right now. Vince gets up, and pulls on a pair of sweatpants he finds on the floor and stares at the pills and glass. As a wave of pain washes through his head, he quickly washes down the pills with the glass of water. He sighs and opens the door to his room. 

He walks the familiar path to his kitchen, but once he reaches the living room he halts for a minute. On his huge ass couch, you’re lying asleep, with your old blanket covering you all the way up to your shoulders. Vince wants so badly to walk over and carry you back to bed, if only to see you where you belong, in his arms, for just a second. 

However, he doesn’t do any of that. He walks over to his kitchen and starts making a fresh can of coffee for himself. He brings out a pot to boil water for a cup of tea for you. He digs into his cupboard, and just as he thought, in the back on the lowest shelf, there is an old-ish pack of your favourite tea. He hopes you can’t taste the difference. He learned a long time ago that you don’t make tea in the microwave, and he hasn’t forgotten. When he pours the boiling water into the cup with the tea bag in it, it’s almost like it summons you. Because he can hear you shuffling around underneath your blanket. It doesn’t take long before you’re sitting on the other side of the kitchen island sipping your tea. Vince is still fumbling around his own kitchen, trying to make toast. 

He takes you in, in stolen glances. All smudged make- up and wrinkled clothes, and that’s the moment he remembers why he even decided to get drunk in the first place. You had been on a date. His first reaction is to ignore it. Pretend that nothing has happened. But he knows, deep inside that he needs to show you he has changed.

Before he can get a word out, you’re looking at your phone, clearly tapping away on a message. You’ve got that cute frown you get when you’re worried or don’t understand something. 

“That him?” 

Really, it slips out before he can conceal anything. Not the disappointment and not the jealousy. 

“Hmm? Oh yeah it’s Carter. Do you mind if I make a quick call?” 

You confirm as you get up with your cup of tea in one hand and your phone in the other. 

“Sure, the bedroom is open if you want some privacy or something.” 

He says and the sentence itself is friendly enough, but he is tense as he says it and aggressively buttering his toast. 

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You find the contact in your phone before entering the bedroom, and once you’ve closed the door, Carter has greeted you with a soft “hey.”

“Hey, I didn’t wake you did I?” 

You ask, not wanting to ruin his day more than you’re about to.

“No, my roommate is asleep though, so I don’t want to wake him up.” 

Carter says, and if you weren’t so conflicted, you would have smiled regardless if he could see you or not. 

“You got home alright last night?” 

He seems to take the hint through your silence. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about how it ended, it wasn’t fair to you.” 

No matter how hard you try to stand still you can’t seem to find any sense of calm. And it doesn’t help that the room is filled with memories. 

“No, but I figured, once he walked through the door that I had already lost.”

Carter says, sounding a little bit deflated. 

“Yeah, nothing happened, not that it matters all that much, but I would rather have you know the truth. I also don’t want to string you along for something I don’t even know the outcome of.” 

You say as you stop by the night stand on the other side of the bed. The one that used to be yours. 

“Yeah, I appreciate that tho, honestly. Thanks for the call.” 

In the drawer of the night stand, is a picture frame flipped to face down. 

“Yeah, no worries, see you on campus?” 

You flip the picture frame as you wait for the response, and almost gasp out loud. 

“Yeah, for sure. I hope things work out for you.” 

“Thanks, see you.” 

And then you abruptly end the call. You’re staring at a photo of yourself and Vince from  the early days of your relationship. It was taken around Christmas and it’s just the silhouette of the two of you staring at a Christmas tree you had set up in the apartment. Vince’s mom had taken it. At the time all of you looked at it and smiled. Now you felt like someone had punched you through your gut. 

“You want some breakfast?” 

You hear Vince call from the kitchen. As a million thoughts race through your brain, you put down the picture frame and head in his direction.  

“I think we need to talk, Vince.”

He stops dead in his tracks, not knowing what to do. He has been sitting by the kitchen table eating his toast and looking at his phone, but the frown on his forehead deepens. 

“That doesn’t sound good.” 

To be honest you had been expecting this reaction, who wouldn’t react like this after hearing those words. But he puts down his phone and nods for you to take a seat opposite of him. 

“I’m just gonna ask right away,” 

You sigh as you sit down. 

“Why did you get drunk last night? Please don’t lie to me.”

Vince visibly cringes as you ask, and you know he doesn’t want to.. to what exactly? Repeat past mistakes?

“‘Cause I saw you with Carter, with someone else.” 

And you swear, your heart skips a beat or two. 

“You were the one who said friends, Vince.”

“I know! And I meant it, at least when I said it, but then we went shopping for your books, and texting and I just couldn’t stop it.” 

The confession falls from his lips, and it looks like he regrets the words immediately, his shoulders tense and he looks down at his fiddling hands. You have seen Vince many states, angry, happy, drunk and worried. But you had never seen him like this, never seen him display sadness. 

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” 

 You nod for him to continue. 

“Why did you go on a date with him?” 

“I have tried to find someone new Vince, but I can’t. Cause even after two years, I’m still broken over us.” 

Finally he looks up from the table and meets your eyes, and you see the hope in his clear, green ones.

“Then let’s mend us. I promise I have changed and I can tell you have too. Please let us try again.” 

You wish so badly that it could be that easy, but then again, why can’t it be?

“I don’t know Vince, we ended things horribly and it happened for a reason.” 

“It was a stupid reason, I’m better now, I promise. I have thought it over and over again and I know what I did wrong. I promise I’ll treat you better.”

It hurts a little knowing that he thinks it’s all on him that you ended.

“You know Vince, I made mistakes too, and I don’t want you to carry the entire weight of this relationship on your shoulders.” 

You say, wanting him to know that a relationship isn’t a one way street. 

“So we both know what we did wrong, isn’t that a good thing?”

He has a fair point, you’ll have to admit. 

“Okay, but let’s keep talking like this, okay?” 

“Wait, so you.. we can try again? ‘Cause I don’t want to force you into anything.” 

Vince asks hopefully, and a fond smile makes its way across your lips. You nod in confirmation. In that moment Vince is on his feet and on your side of the table in seconds. He reaches a hand out to you, and you take it instantly, letting him pull you to your feet. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

He whispers with his forehead resting against yours. 

“Yes.” 

In an instant he is kissing you passionately, slowly. Re- familiarising himself with you. The curve of your neck and cheeks, how your hair feels in between his fingers. How you feel pressed up against him and how your hands clench around his waist as you break the kiss to just hug him. 

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[iamnotbrianmay]

The A Experience

Chapter 6

Okay I hope you like this chapter because I realised that last chapter was definetly NOT a good segway into what's happening here. I was just trying not to give away too much of why Roger stumbled into Brian's profile and I realised way to late that I hadn't included ENOUGH. I try to make up for it tho.

Leave me your thoughts!

Mercury: sorry for taking so long

Mercury: my boss can be a bitch sometimes

Roger chuckled and shut the phone off. He took a long drag from his electric cigarette, letting the raspberry taste linger in his mouth before exhaling. A little kid shot him a glare from the other side of the courtyard and Roger couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty. He didn’t stop though, he just made a smoke ring the next time the kid caught him smoking.

The blond boy’s glare lessened and guilt hit Roger like a train. He quickly stuffed his cigarette in his pocket and took his phone, checking if Freddie had finished his shift already.

“Has anyone ever told you how ridiculously white you look when you some an electric cigarette?”

Roger looked up and found Freddie staring down at him, smirking, “Seriously Roger, you could at least strive to be a little more than a basic white girl.”

Roger rolled his eyes and smiled, “What if I don’t?”

“Your loss, I guess.” Freddie, shrugged and sat on the chair in front of Roger. “So tell me darling, how well can you drum?”

“Straight to the point?”

Freddie nodded and Roger smiled, thanking god for phones, and took out the three hundred different videos of himself drumming. He even showed Freddie the ones were he messed up, the ones were he messed around with well known solos, and the ones were he had to stop playing because of his drumsticks snapping in half or flying off.

He was not perfect, far from it actually. But he knew he was good. A few more years of drumming and maybe he could even get to be great, which was Roger’s wet dream ever since he had started drumming. He had tried so hard to get somewhere, and he had been getting with his current band, but something just told him that maybe the band wasn’t going to be the timeless wonder he was hoping they could get to be.

“Are you free?” Freddie asked, locking Roger’s phone, “I mean, are you band-less?”

He grimaced, “No, but I wouldn’t mind leaving, if that’s your next question.”

“What’s the name of your band?”

Roger took his Juul out, taking a drag before answering Freddie. Ready for the mocking he dejectedly answered, “ Humpy Bong.”

Freddie, bless his soul, didn’t laugh. Or well he tried to, until Roger told him it was okay to laugh. He, too, hated the name Tim had picked for them at the beginning of the band.

“Can you imagine my face when he told me?” Roger complained, “No one will take us seriously, yet he seems to believe that a name like Humpy Bong can make it to the Billboard Hot 100.”

Freddie laughed at Roger’s misfortune, and kept laughing when he told him about the other member of the band wholeheartedly agreeing with Tim about the name of the band.

“And the worst part? After having to stand being known as Roger Taylor for Humpy Bong and playing songs that, I honest to god, could play in my sleep, they have the audacity to, you know, sneakily imply that they have found a better drummer. A guy named Colin Petersen or something like that-- I really don’t care. I just want the asshat gone.”

Freddie grew quiet and serious, for a second Roger was afraid that this Colin whatever was a friend of Freddie’s, but then the older man surprised him, “Would you mind playing with a band called Queen ?”

Roger blinked.

Maybe the cold was affecting his ability to process information. Or maybe he had ordered a pod for his Juul with something other than nicotine. But Freddie looked deadly serious, and Roger wondered if that was what a miracle looked like.

“You have heard our songs, haven’t you?”

Roger thumbed his cellphone wondering if Freddie had somehow looked through his phone and found the excited text he had sent his sister when he saw Brian’s profile on Tinder. Or his embarrassing playlist made up of Queen’s only album, Smile , titled ‘<3’.

Or even worse, Roger worried that the older man had somehow found out that the reason he had started liking Queen was because Mr Lee, otherwise known as Roger’s godfather, had taken Roger to his bar to watch the performance of  one of his bartenders. Roger had fallen in love, and had done his fair share of stalking, until he had stumbled with Brian’s profile by accident.

“How did you know?”

Freddie shrugged, “Light stalking is one of my passions, darling.”

Roger grimaced for the second time that day, “Don’t tell Brian.”

Freddie made a cross on top of his heart, “My mouth is shut, I promise.”

He relaxed, leaning on the table and looking at Freddie with a small smile, “I didn’t know you were looking for a drummer.”

He lied, even though he had clearly heard Deacy said otherwise. But other than that he had honestly never thought about Queen needing a drummer. Or well, maybe he hadn’t been paying enough attention. With his sole focus being the guitarist he had hardly ever paid attention to the other members of the band, so little in fact that he had almost forgotten about Freddie and John the night that Brian had brought him back to their apartment.  

“Well,” Freddie took the Juul that Roger had left on the table and took a drag, “our drummers are good, but their not unique, you know?”

Roger nodded, and Freddie kept talking, “Kelly tends to repeat herself a lot when writing songs and Richie, well, I can’t have someone who keeps asking me if I like what they are doing every five seconds.”

“So you want a new drummer?” Roger asked.

“Yes,” Freddie said, “Someone with spark.”

Any other moment, any other time, Roger would have jumped at the idea of joining a decent band like Queen. Of finally making enough money out off ad revenue and spotify streams to afford a new sweater. Of being recognised as Roger Taylor of Queen rather than Roger Taylor of Humpy Bong. But in his current situation he could very clearly see why he couldn’t do that. Why he couldn’t scream at Freddie for being the best person in the planet.

That prospect alone, the idea of not being able to be part of Queen because he had first thought about getting into Brian’s pants, nearly made him cry.

He had already been feeling guilty about what he had been doing three days ago when Brian had told him that the dinner wouldn’t be for another three weeks. He had been so ready to cut off things before they got too out of hand and his infatuation for the guitarist became something a little bit more tangible than just a post on instagram, but when Brian looked at him with those hazel eyes of his and sad smile Roger couldn’t help but be selfish. And here he was again, being selfish and an overall shitty person.

“What about Brian and me?”

Freddie raised his eyebrows, “What about it?”

“Wouldn’t it be a problem?” He knew it was a stupid question the moment it left his mouth, Freddie and John were together and as far as he knew they were dating.

The problem, however, was that he and Brian weren’t dating. Just pretending.

“Ridiculous,” Freddie answered, “I’m not that much of a hypocrite.”  

There was a second of silence and then the older man continued, “But, if it worries you that much, we can always have a band meeting.”

Roger nodded, relieved at the prospect of a band meeting, knowing that Brian was sure to shoot down any ridiculous idea that Freddie proposed. Freddie’s smile widened, and he was quick to fish out his phone and start typing in what Roger believed to be a group chat. He took his phone out and quickly texted Brian.

Taylor: i think we may have a problem

He expectantly watched as Brian’s status changed from last seen 11:45 am to online and then to typing…

May: What happened?

Roger tries to explain the situation as fast as he can, but the numbness of his fingers from the cold and the pressure of Freddie talking to Roger again and making him stop typing is too much. He barely manages a coherent message, to which Brian replies;

May: What?

Before typing a much more eloquent,  

May: Oh, I understand now. That’s definitely not good.

Roger groans in frustration, “Seriously, will Brian ever stop texting with perfect grammar?”

Freddie looks up from his phone, dark hair framing his face and rolls his eyes, “It’s infuriating, isn't it?”

“Really fucking so,” Roger vents, “I almost expect him to sign his name at the end of every text. It’s like I’m trying to date my grandpa .”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised if he ever did that,” Freddie mumbled, “that’s why I refuse to let him anywhere near our instagram posts.”

May: Sent 1 Photo

May: Definitely not good.

Roger opens the image wearily and nearly groans when he reads the text messages that Brian had screenshotted. It was a conversation in, what Roger assumed, was Queen’s group chat. Freddie said something about having found their permanent drummer, John asking if he had finally managed to convince Roger to be part of their group, and then dozens of emojis once Freddie replied that, yes, he had convinced Roger to join them.

May: What should we do?

Roger bit his lip.

Taylor: whens the next gig Taylor: ???

Brian went offline and Roger had to convince himself not to scream in annoyance. He put down his phone, not before turning on the notifications for when Brian decided to text him back and looked at Freddie, who was staring at him with joy in his eyes.

“They said yes!”

Roger had to feign excitement, “Holy shit! They said yes?”

Freddie nodded, “The next gig is so far away Roger, we will have time to rehearse, get to know each other more-- God this couldn’t be more perfect.”

Roger smiled, “When’s the gig?”

Freddie frowned, staying quiet for a second before answering, “The Sunday after our Christmas dinner.”

The monkey part of Roger’s brain started chanting about the plan he had been brewing ever since he had laid eyes in Brian. Seduce him , it screamed, make him fall in love with you and never leave your side.

The rational part just sighed sadly. He knew this was wrong. He knew that in many ways this was like a musician’s worst nightmare. To have a creepy random dude who was unhealthily obsessed with your guitar skills try to be your significant other sounded like hell. Even more so when the person had been lying about never having heard of the band in his life.

He smiled at Freddie as gleefully as he could and then excused himself to make a call. He had made up his mind the moment he clicked on Brian’s contact name and pressed call. Roger would just have to appreciate the three weeks ahead of him before he never saw Brian or any of the other members of Queen again.

“The gig is after the Christmas dinner.”

Roger smirked, “I know, and that gave me the best idea I have had in awhile.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm,” Roger hummed, “Brian, babe, how into the idea of making a terribly big scene in front of your friends are you?”

Brian made a noise at the back of his throat, “Not very into the idea if I’m being honest. But then again, when do I ever get the choice to do what I’m comfortable with?”

Please tell me how you felt about this chapter!

I'm not feeling to great about it.

Also, please tell me if you like the texting thing, I don't know if it makes the fanfic feel like one of those 2010 cringey wattapd fics with cheesy dialogue and bad writing.

(If you haven't noticed, I'm starting to feel a little bit too self consicous about my writing now that I have such a large audience)

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I was tagged by @the-inquisitor-rio to do this. The challenge is, pick a few of your OCs and say seven things that would be in their pockets/bags (cause a lot of them don’t got pockets big enough). I have many, many OCs so I’m going to divide them into recent stories I’ve been writing or following.

Blood Red:

Selene Red:

 Money – Selene may not be the richest person on Earth but she needs to be able to afford some way to pay for, well, either her wine or whiskey, and also just mundane, everyday things.

 A short, small switchblade – Nothing major or intense, but enough to do damage to someone since she’s always out at really late hours of the night and often

 Gum – Her job sometimes contains her ability to attract other people to her, and that can often involve smelling good/not having bad breath. Plus, she chews on it as a form of comfort, like the more gum she has in her mouth the more nervous or anxious she is.

Red Lipstick – This has to kind of go with the above, because she does care about her appearance, but also because if something helps her feel better about herself she’ll mostly definitely hold on to it.

 Medication – She has a lot of anxiety as you can tell, and often being able to have something to help calm her done when she’s having difficultly to not have an anxiety attack is important. Her job contains a lot of stress and often her anxiety can become quite high which leads to stupid decisions, not being able to breathe properly, and shaky hands, which all hinder her missions.

A notepad and like twenty pens – Her job requires her to pay attention, sometimes even trailing people if she needs to. This includes notes because she likes to know her targets and their routine/lives before committing to her mission.

Photograph from her childhood – It’s an old photo that has been folded many times, and is beginning to wear out. It only includes her and her father, because her mother worked so much when she was younger. For Selene, it contains a lot of significance and a reminder of where she comes, even though once someone joins the Red Assassins they’re meant to forget their old life.

William James Rose:

Once again, money – Usually it’s only like five to ten dollars cause he doesn’t need much and if he does it can usually be supplied to him from the Academy.

A book filled with music sheets – He sings, doesn’t play any instrument, but he still knows his notes and likes to create simple songs or melodies to calm his mind.

Stickers – Okay, he loves stickers tho. Like catch him covering people in stickers. It had to stop cause he was almost ruining missions by putting random stickers on people, that they wouldn’t notice or they’d like too much, and then bam it falls off and suddenly there’s a trail that could be led back to him.

Pencil case – This contains a notebook, pens (only in green, or blue), pencils, erasers, band aids/tampons/pad because sometimes you can never be too prepared.

A hoodie – Usually red or black. He really likes to remain cozy and sometimes the city’s weather is so temperamental that he can’t be bothered to properly dress for it all the time.

A letter from Selene – Catch him never getting over his first love (for now). He is a really sentimental person and has tidbits of them that he’s thrown in his backpack – a movie or fair ticket here, one of her hair ties there, her letter of goodbye that she wrote, like things he forgot about kind of that he doesn’t want to clean out quite yet.

 A large package of tissues – Um…a) he cries a lot and isn’t ashamed too but he hates how tears feel on his skin and b) he gets chronic nosebleeds like ever since he was a kid he would get random nosebleeds and it can be because a room is too dusty or dirty, or he overworked himself/his body temperature becomes too hot, or he just gets into a fight. So, he needs to be prepared.

Dungeons and Dragons:

Adzana Celethial (this will include some of what’s on her sheet cause it’s hilarious):

Once again, money – Adzana has like 400+ gold and…she doesn’t care. Catch her giving it away constantly to people she talks to for five seconds because they mentioned they wanted a cat or some shit.

A cultist dragon mask – UM…so…I usually play her strict Lawful Good and she usually can find a soft spot for the enemy unless they absolutely are just complete dicks. So, one time (in the last session actually) the friendly Goblin her and her party included in their adventure got killed by this pretty major cultist leader. And I was pissed off. And Adzana was pissed off cause dammit she’s lost enough people in her life. So, Adzana and the Fighter in our party go searching for him although it’s not necessary. They track the Cultist Leader and Adzana kills him, point-blank, saying, “You killed my friend.” Then as a fucked up trophy she picked up his cultist mask which may or may not come in handy.

Pan flute – She has a tool proficiency and I chose pan flute because she’s a wood elf, also to potentially annoy anybody just for fun. Mainly to annoy other people. It has yet to come up in sessions.

A random red cloak – This belonged to a gang leader that she killed. Her and her party managed to disguise themselves but uh…she sort of failed at fitting in. I mean, the kid looks like she would hardly hurt a fly, but thankfully her party managed to take down the bad guys before they truly noticed this awkward elf.

 One small, carved wolf – Her mother works as a woodcarver and Adzana has always liked trinkets but being an adventurer/running from your problems doesn’t allow a ton of luggage.

Nacaerean’s wedding ring – Okay but like his fiancé should have gotten it, but Adzana nabbed it when she saw it in the grass and now she just holds on to it because it’s the last thing her brother touched. And now he’s believed to be completely gone and she doesn’t know what to think.

The basics – this includes a rope, mess kit, bed roll, rations, a wolf pelt, a hunting trap, torches, her daggers, and her trusty longbow and arrows.

Silver

 Áine of the North:

Provisions – She’s a big fan of dried berries and deer jerky. They last a long enough time and when she’s on the road she’s only got so much room, and only so much time to properly eat.

Fur – Used as a blanket, and sometimes as something to drape around herself when she’s cold. It’s a basic black tone, and it’s a quite rushed, ugly job as she was young when she made the hide

 An extra pair of boots – She hates wet shoes. If they ride through a river or something or she has to hop down and do something in the water, she acts all tough but on the other side of the problem or whatever she’ll switch her boots out in two seconds.

Tinderbox – It’s a cold world and Áine sucks at making fires without some help.

Her sword – this isn’t carried in her bag, neither is the fur, but rather it’s carried by her. It doesn’t even have a name, it’s old but it’s well taken care of.

 A scent/bath stuff – Áine’s mission includes impressing nobles and she knows that it’s going to help if she smells good. Plus she loves bathing. So she carries a basic, small bottle of perfume that doesn’t smell too floral. But then she also carries like a small bag of dried lavender and roses…yeah she still likes her luxuries although she claims she has always hated the noble life.

A book on the history of the world – A very basic, watered-down version that she traded for a long time ago.

Thanks so much for tagging me!! I went overboard with the characters and I could probably do like all of the OCs I have. I tag whoever wants to do this cause it’s a lot of fun! If you do decide to do this, tag me in it because I love hearing about people’s OCs.

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A Week in Paradise

Hoseok ft, Yoongi & Shownu POV Reader

some fluff/ lot of Angst

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Day 1 Day 2 Night 2 Day 3 Day 4 Night 4 Day 5

mature content strong language

Night 5

HOBIS POV

Hobi left the hospital and headed back to your hotel. “Why is she being so nice to me? She knows it was my fault and she still didn’t blame me.” He slammed his hand on the steering wheel. “I was supposed to be comforting her, but instead she was comforting me. Why am I such a dumbass? How can she ever be with someone like me? Why did I get feelings for her?” He was stuck inside his head unable to escape. “I wonder what Yoongi said to her after I left. He probably confessed his love. You’ve only known her one day Yoongi how can you love her!? How can you do this to me Yoongi? We’re brothers.” He has more questions than answers as he pulls up to the hotel.

In your room, he falls onto the bed exhausted. “How can a Week with her turn into this fresh hell? It was supposed to be just us, just fun.” He rubs his face forcefully trying clear his head. He stood up and walked to the phone, “yes I need a bottle of scotch sent to room 1024, thank you.” He turned on the shower and waited for room service. A knock on the door signaled the arrival of his scotch. He tipped to the boy and shut the door. He walked in the bathroom and disrobed. Opening the bottle he took a swig as he stepped in. Turning off the cold water he let the scalding hot water wash over him. “Maybe I can burn the last few days off my skin and numb my brain with this scotch.” He thought as he took several shots from the bottle.

He spent two hours in the shower after his skin was like a lobster and he downed half a bottle of scotch he shut the water off and dried off. Stumbling into the room he realized just how tipsy he was. “She makes me crazy, this is the second time I’ve gotten drunk to try and forget her. I should know by now it’s impossible. I’m in love with her I guess I always have been. She’s been there through everything and has held my hand the entire time.” He finished off the rest of the bottle with those thoughts. Drunkenly he thumbs through photos of the two of you in his phone. With each photo, his heart hurts more. He reached the end with fresh tears he threw his phone across the room. “FUUUCCKKK!!!” He screamed out. “I’ll visit her tomorrow, I’ll treat her like I should’ve from the start.” He proclaimed. Just then the door opened and made him sit upright. “Who the fuck is that?” He said as he stood up. He stared at Yoongi in shock. What the fuck are you doing here?“ They said at the same time.

"Don’t ignore me Yoongi!” Hobi shouted. “Why aren’t you at the dorm? What business do you have here?” Hobi was furious. “I can ask the same of you Hoseok,” Yoongi said in his normal calm tone. Hobis anger deflated. “What did you say to her after I left hyung?” He asked as he sat on the bed. “I told her how I felt,” Yoongi said bluntly. “You’ve only known her for a day. I’ve known her my whole life.” Hobi said looking up at Yoongi. “ why hyung?” Hobi continued “Your years that you’ve known her matter not. It’s the way you treat her. You’ve had your whole life to confess and it took this to pull it out of you. I won’t let an amazing woman like that walk out of my life without a fight. You walked out on her. You forfeited your claim to her when you caused her such immense emotional stress. Yoongi wasn’t pulling any punches.

There was some silence between them for a moment. "I’m not fighting with you anymore Hoseok. I’m going to take a shower if you want to talk about it when I get out we can.” Hobi said. Hoseok could have sworn he said something under his breath before yoongi walked into the bathroom and shut the door. “Must have been my imagination?” Hobi said out loud. He laid on the bed while Yoongi was in the shower. “You forfeited your claim to her.” Yoongis words echoed inside his head. “I can’t be fighting with hyung. He’s not only a fellow group member but a brother as well. I’ll just have to fight hard and hope she chooses me. If she does choose Yoongi I will just have to be happy for them. Bangtan can’t suffer for petty personal reasons. Once he gets out I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him may the best man win her heart.” His thoughts gave him confidence. He rubbed at his heavy eyes trying to wipe the sleepiness he felt away. But it was in vain he was soon asleep.

YOONGIS POV

“That fucking nurse had to interrupt me DAMMIT!” Yoongi said as he kicked the wall outside the hospital. He was waiting for a cab to take him back to Tokkis hotel room. “I need to be surrounded by her. I still can’t believe it myself; in love with a girl, I just met. How did this happen? I feel bad for doing this to Hobi, to someone I consider my brother. I just can’t help to act this way.” Realization struck him. “I understand your actions a little better now Hobi; love makes you crazy. Here I am fighting my brother over a girl I just met. Here I am confessing my love on the same day I met her. Her I am returning to her hotel room instead of our dorm. This isn’t like me at all. I may look calm on the surface but there is a storm raging on the inside.” His cab pulling up interrupted his thoughts. He got in and told the driver where he wanted to go.

Walking through the lobby of the hotel the day crashed on top of him. The adrenaline had left his body and now he was dragging his feet exhausted. Once in the elevator, he let out a sigh. “Almost there.” He said longing for a shower and the comfort of a bed. “I’m so tired but the way she looked in that hospital bed is still fresh on my mind. I was hoping it was just a bad dream. That I’d wake up and would be holding her. It’s not a dream, though. She’s lucky to be alive; I’m lucky she’s alive I don’t think I’d make it if she didn’t.” The elevator dinging brought him back to the present. He walked down the long hallway sluggishly. “Just a little bit longer,” he said out loud as if asking his body to not give up on him. He put the key card Tokki had given him into the slot and opened the door.

The first thing he saw was Hoseok. “What the fuck are you doing here!?” Left both their mouths at the same time. A fight ensued, “I really hurt him, but he hurt himself worse. I know his anger is misplaced he has always let his emotions control him.” Yoongis thought we’re broken by one question. “What did you tell her when I left,” Hoseok asked brokenly. He couldn’t lie to Hoseok. “I told her how I felt,” Yoongi replied bluntly.  "Why hyung?“ Left Hobis lips as a whisper. It echoed in his head and sent a pang of guilt straight through him. "Why am I being so harsh on him? He looks so defeated, but I can’t help the way I feel about Tokki.” His brain wouldn’t shut off. A silence fell over the room. Neither of you able to look at the other. “I’m going to take a shower Hoseok,” Yoongi said into the silence as he turned to walk in the bathroom he whispered. “I’m sorry Hoseok.”

Yoongi walked into the bathroom and shut the door. His clothes heaped on the floor and he stepped into the shower. The hot water hit his pale skin turning it read where if it touched. He just stood there a while. He stuck his head under the running water. It mixed with the tears that began to spill. They spilled for Tokki, they spilled for Hobi, they spilled for him and his decisions that he’s made. “Life is so unpredictable. I was just about to return to the dorm and this girl walked in. She was beautiful, I was taken aback by her aura. When she said that name ‘Tokki’ I knew exactly who she was. Her pictures didn’t do her justice. I knew I should have kept my distance, but I just couldn’t. When she cried for him my heart couldn’t take it.” He sighed as he leaned his head against the shower wall. He stood there until all the hot water ran out.

“Please let him be asleep” he silently begged as he walked back into the room. He looked at Hoseok asleep on the bed. “Thank God.” He whispered as he walked over to the other bed. “I hope he’s either out before I wake up, or I’m gone before he is. I want to make this right but it’s still too soon. I don’t want to fight with him, I don’t want to hurt him.” He turns his head to watch Hoseoks chest rise and fall. “At least he gets a break in his dreams. He’s probably dreaming of her.” The thought made him jealous. “What’s fucking wrong with me!?” He silently screamed as he rubbed his face. “This girl has turned my once calm and sensible nature into some love, sick crazy person, I don’t recognize.” He laid there looking at the ceiling before falling asleep he looked at Hoseok once more.

SHOWNUS POV

“Wow, she was beautiful. I can’t believe I got so lucky to end up in her room. She is so sweet and soft spoken. But funny too.” He was lost in thought when the nurse spoke. “Why do you keep doing this Shownu?” She scolded him. “I get so bored here nurse, I needed to have some fun.” He said with a huge grin. “So fun to you is giving me high blood pressure?” She said as she pointed to his room. “No no not at all your just a casualty of my fun.” He said in jest as he walked into his room and closed the door. He leaned up against it and sighed at the thought of you. “Ah, I’ll have to go visit her tomorrow. I need to win her heart over sunbaes.” He said out loud before walking to his bed.

He laid down with a thud. He picked up his phone and responded to the text from the other group members. “Yes I’m fine, yes I ate, no I’m not going to escape, stop worrying.” The normal replies since he was admitted. “They worry way too much. They act like I’m on my deathbed. It’s just a little exhaustion. I worked too hard is all. I can’t blame them tho. If it was any of them I’d be the same way. Wait till I tell them about Tokki. Well, maybe not Wonho. He’s a dangerous guy that one.” He laughed to himself at the thought. He loved his members like family. “I wonder how Yoongi and Hoseok sunbaes are fairing over this. They must be fighting.” He felt sympathetic towards them. “Group members are family and if that family has a fight the rest of the group suffers. I hope a woman never comes between us.” He thought sadly.

“Well, I guess I should grab a shower before I fall asleep. Or I can sneak back to her room.” He chuckled at the thought. “It’d be easy, and I’d get more time to look at her beautiful face and hear that lovely voice. I just want to surround myself with her. I can’t get her out of my head. She has made herself at home in my heart. How is this possible? I like her so much already. I want to develop this relationship into something more. I want her to choose me and live happily ever after. I sound so lame right now, but I know it’s true. First chance to I get tomorrow I’m going to sneak to her room. Maybe take her to the roof since the nurse knows my hiding place now.” He walked into the bathroom as he made plans for you and him. “Think of me Tokki.” He said as he closed the door to the bathroom.