Emmy I just thought about motorcycle man samu in the tight sports leathers and helmet and I’m literally (s)creaming so bad rn. Imagine him with a strong but still soft body all wrapped up in those tight outfits. He’s an upperclassmen in your college and an occasional costumer at the small noodle shop you work at on your days off. The first time you meet him was brief and you don’t actually know it was him. To be fair you were rushing to a lab you were late for and you weren’t looking where you were going -honestly though, how can you miss a man so deliciously big as him?- he had just stepped off his bike right into your path and now you’re face first into his tits with your books scattered on the ground (this is sounding suspiciously similar to the piece you did for college Samu IT WAS SO GOOD EMMY PLS MORE). The next time you meet him he’s leaning against the wall in your living room waiting for your roommate to lend him some notes from a lecture he missed. He has his helmet off this time but he’s still all decked out in his motorcycling outfit and you don’t normally stare but it is genuinely a crime for him to look that good. You stumble out a quick hi before darting to the fridge to get some water and a snack and the whole time you can feel his eyes on you (I don’t know where to go from here but GOD I just want this man to be so smug about himself and wrap my arms around him while riding on the back of his motorcycle. Pls I would literally let him do anything to me) -pip anon
COLLEGE OSAMU MY BELOVED I MISS HIM SO MUCH HES SO DELICIOUS
Also my former mechanic/mechanic k1nk really comes through so I am sorry for any sin you might see PFFFF- also this isn’t what you asked for but I make the rules so-
But unlike his brother, Osamu is just not into the sport life anymore. He’s still bulked up and muscle, hell he is still Atsumu’s brother, but there’s no volleyball in his blood anymore. He turns himself into a love for working with his hands, and the minute he lands his eyes on a pretty motorcycle for cheap- just needed some touch ups with the spark plugs and ignition, there was no way it wasn’t meant to be.
And he pimps it out good.
It’s hot, he’s hot with it, it makes the ladies sweat and men intimidated, he’s always working on it outside of classes and he always takes it on a first date to make anyone behind him squeak and hold onto him tight.
You hate him and that stupid bike.
He’s so ridiculous with it, it’s so goddamned loud every morning, when he rolls up to the small shop you work at- who cares if the nice old couple who owns the store loves the bike and sends him on little errands, it’s obnoxious, and it causes major backups in your line from people staring.
(It definitely doesn’t do that, people just stop and look because they’re interested in the beautiful metal. But that’s not the point, okay, it’s obnoxious.)
You wouldn’t even care, okay, if he wasn’t so obvious about owning the bike. It’s his personality trait at this point; one time, when you were making a mad dash to your class, you literally ran into Osamu, who’s built like a damn house, and he sent you flailing back onto the curb. His helmet and keys clanged down next to you, and at first he looked at the helmet, then he looks at you.
A flurry of apologies came out from his lips, accompanied by an offer to give you a ride, but your scraped palms and sore tailbone caused tears of frustration to well in your eyes, and you shoved him away with a bark.
You hated the motorcycle. And you hated how much he cared for it. It’s a piece of metal, why does anyone love it sooooo much?
It doesn’t help that every Tuesday, you come back to your apartment, your home, your safe space, and the damned hunk of junk is parked, because one of your roommate’s is best friends with Osamu (actually, it’s your roommate’s boyfriend’s bestie, which makes it even worse bc he doesn’t even live with you-) and he comes by to catch up on some notes; that ugly ass helmet with corny ass gold embossing just sits on the table that you eat at, mocking you.
You grumble, slip your backpack off and stomp to your bedroom to get away from the smell of gasoline and sweat and absolutely flowing testosterone.
You’re in the middle of your pity party when there’s a knock on your door, and when you answer it, there’s a fuckin’ barn standing in your doorframe, that horrendous smirk on his face.
“Hey sunshine,” that stupid slight accent drawls, and you snarl. “Gonna run to your noodle bar, you hungry?”
“I’m there every other day, I’m more than fine.”
“Shame,” he sighs dramatically. “Only reason I go everyday is to see you.”
“Get OUT!” You bark, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at him, but before you can hit him with it, he’s laughing and slammed the door shut for protection.
“And don’t ever go out of your way to see me, you freak!”
Spoiler- he does continue to go out of his way to see you.
Granted, you never saw it like that, it was more him flexing off his motorcycle than anything else, but now with the idea he was doing it to see you makes you even more shy around him. You can’t meet his eyes as easy, when he makes an innuendous comment, your cheeks get embarrassingly hot, and god, those fucking compression shirts he wears because of how long he rides starts to drive you up the wall.
Stupid shaggy hair and stupid big muscles and stupid cocky smirk and stupid arms that could easily scoop and pin you to the wall and stupid lips that could mark the deepest of hickeys on your neck.
God damn it.
You hate stupid sexy Osamu and his stupid sexy bike.
The one sliver you’re able to get away from it is when you’re locking up the shop for the night, no sight of anyone for the last hour and a half, and despite the hot broth it’s too cold to walk into the shop, and it’s a time of peace.
Well- at least until you hear the reviving of an engine behind you.
“Hey,” he smirks. “You need a ride? Dangerous for you to be walkin’ ‘round out here alone.”
“Are you stalking me, you freak?”
“No,” he shrugs. “But roomie told me you got out at 10. This is me picking you up to drive you back to your place.”
You scoff as you cross your arms, “I’ve walked this route plenty of times by myself. I can handle it tonight too.”
“Wasn’t a question, doll.” He reaches behind him for the rear compartment’s helmet, shoving it towards you for you to put on. “I’m driving you back.” He gives you a playfully cock of his head and pokes his tongue in his cheek, “what would I do if somethin’ happened to you?”
You cock your brow, “you practically shoved me on the concrete a few months back and you checked on your precious helmet first; you don’t give a shit what happens to me.”
“You’re still on that?” He sighs, taking off his helmet to make direct eye contact with you. “I told you I’m sorry, I heard the loud noise before I heard you. You know I’d never fuck around if you were hurt.”
“I was hurt. I couldn’t write notes for three days.”
His brow cocks cheekily and he gives you a cocky shrug, “well then next time I’ll be a little more gentle with ya, hm?”
Your cheeks flush and your hands ball into fists, trying to ward off the clamminess. Your little heart pounds, and with those giant grey peepers looking you up and down, you hate the way the dynamic shifts. “You’re such a fucking-“ you let a shaky exhale out of your nose. “Fine. Take me home.”
“With pleasure,” he purrs, letting you put on your helmet and swing a leg over the back of his motorcycle. A gasp slips through your lips as your hips shift to try and get comfortable behind him, but it’s taller and it looks and wide enough for his massive legs to stretch over but not necessarily yours, and for fucks sake how does he deal with these vi-fucking-brations-
“Hold on tight,” he calls behind to you, revving the engine once, twice, and a third before he feels your arms cling tight around him. You practically hear the smirk in his voice when he chuckles:
“I like to go fast, babe.”
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At All Costs (Eclipse x Heliconia)
Warnings: Sweetness, injury, etc. Pirates, stuff like that. Nightmare Sans.
*Eclipse is walking next to Heliconia. She's laughing and joking with him. She leans on the edge of the ship as the stars reflect in her eyes, he blushes a little.*
Eclipse in his head: If happiness was a tangible thing... It would be you. If you'd have told me the feeling you bring...
*Heliconia looks over and smiles and he huffs and blushes.*
Eclipse in his head: I'd think it untrue.
*Heliconia pinches his cheek and he jumps and looks over. She smiles and he huffs. He shakes his head as she pokes his face and teases him in the scene*
Eclipse in his head as he moves a bit away: And people search for a wonder like you all of their lives.
Heliconia: Eclipse...?
*Eclipse looks over and she smiles. She sits up and the moon lights her hair up. He covers his mouth quietly as he looks away*
Eclipse, out loud: You still amaze me after all of this time...
*Heliconia is taken aback by his word before he offers his hand and she takes it. But then he pulls her against his chest*
Eclipse: You pull me in like some kind of wind... Mesmerized by the hold I'm in. Leave you here? I don't wanna... I wanna...
*Eclipse dances with her as he brushes her hair out of her face. He barely manages to say the next lines.*
Eclipse: Love you as one does... I...
*Heliconia's face lights up in a blush as he dances with her. Her eyes soften when he's in his passive form as he dances with her slowly*
Eclipse: I will protect you... At all costs.
*Heliconia opens her mouth to protest when he kisses her forehead*
Eclipse: Keep you safe here in my arms... I... I will protect you at all costs.
*Eclipse holds her close as he dances with her.*
Eclipse brushes hair out of her wounded face: At all costs...
*Heliconia is taken aback as his eyes glow in the gentle moonlight and he seems to shine in it.*
Heliconia: Wow...
*Heliconia lights up before she leans on his chest*
Heliconia: What's pain when I look at you?
*Heliconia dances with him in the soft light as he spins her*
Heliconia: No way, I could explain you... Even if I tried to... I'll never dream like I used to do...
*Heliconia cups his face with her hand as they pause in dancing. She brushes her thumb under his eye*
Heliconia: If someone tried to hurt you, I don't see how that could happen... I'd fight for you in ways I you can't imagine...
*Eclipse takes her hand in his as he pulls her closer and their foreheads touch*
Heliconia: Felt this? No, I haven't... I hope it would be alright to...
*She hugs him close as she listens to his soul beat, she sighs and he holds her close*
Heliconia: Stay right here beside you...
*The two begin to sway together. He spins her and she keeps a hold of his hand as if they were free to be themselves again for a moment.*
Both: And love you as one does... I, I will protect you! At all costs... Keep you safe here in my arms... I! I will protect you... At all costs... At all costs.
*They were dancing as he pulled her again and they danced more. He was checking her wounds as they did so. He had such a featherlight touch*
Both: If you ever feeling like you're lost... I will come to find you.
*They sing together as they vow to find each other. They were still slow dancing*
Both: Man all fronts, there's no ocean I won't swim across...
*They sing together as she leans her forehead against his*
Both: To be right by you... And not just once... Here and now I swear in my response...
*Eclipse holds her face as she gently holds his hand on her face*
Both: I'll remind you.
*They stop dancing*
Both: And love you as one does...
*The dance comes to an end and she is holding his hand tightly*
Both: I, I will protect you! At all costs... Keep you safe here in my arms... I! I will protect you... At all costs... At all costs.
*They lean in and kiss as the song comes to an end.*
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Song: At All Costs (Demo) from Wish.
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Demetrius, hello!
You may or may not know me but I am one of the local ghosts, Richard Jackdaw. I haven't been around until recently so I only know about you in passing: there's a Shrub Club in the making, am I correct? Wish you all the best in that endeavor!
I also wonder if I could ask you for a small favour. Recently I have found a way to become relatively corporal for a day. Every Thursday, to be precise. Everything works out just fine, but I am looking for somebody I could borrow a spare school uniform from for a while until I can save up enough to get my own. No pressure! I understand it's a pretty… weird request.
Sincerely,
Richard Jackdaw
*Meech reads through the letter with a frown on his face. It is not directed at the ghost but rather at himself since he doubts he can fulfill this request even if he wanted to. The Gryffindor glances toward his pretty empty wardrobe. There have never been any spare robes in there, they don't have that kind of money to waste since they are still paying off the debt his great-aunt managed to accumulate from all across the valley. Even the robe Demetrius has been wearing this whole time is a hand-me-down. He makes sure to keep it clean and mended if something ever happens to it.*
Richard, good afternoon!
We have not met yet but I have heard plenty of students swooning over you. I do not know how you possess that much charm to win the hearts considering… well, that not much can be done about it when they get the feelings. But I am glad to finally be able to talk to you myself.
Sadly, I am afraid I cannot assist you with your robes situation. I do not actually own any extras… Perhaps some other students will be able to help your! Don't lose hope >:D
Sincerely,
Demetrius Haggarty
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