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" it appears as though i've been stood up. " the pianist declared with a sigh, " and this place is packed. if you're looking for a free seat, you're welcome to join me. honestly, i'd appreciate the company before i start to spiral. " jude said with a chuckle at an attempt to lighten the mood. dating at his age felt IMPOSSIBLE most days. despite the fact that they were in one of the queerest cities in the world, attempting to find a significant other felt like trying to find a needle in the hay stack. " do you like wings? i ordered some. crispy brussel sprouts as well if you're a vegetarian. how are you at dating? " cheeks immediately tinted pink, quickly backtracking, " not- not that i'm asking YOU on a date. just. thought. well. i'm pretty shit at it so maybe you could help me out? "
“well, whoever you were set to meet sounds like a real jackass then. no real loss on your end, yeah ??” mickey responds once he turns to look at the man who spoke aloud. it’s a packed place and never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he accepts the offer with a slight nod before sitting down at the extended seat. mickey’s never personally been stood up before ( may have actually been the one to stand someone up due to his shit memory at times, to be honest ), but it seems like it’s gotta be one of the worst feelings after sitting and waiting for however long for the person to show. mickey wasn’t in a place to be looking for a significant other between work and his music, but he can imagine the frustration of putting yourself out there to be met with … well, this. “wings and crispy brussel sprouts ?? if i knew any better i’d think you set this up perfectly with those being two of my weaknesses.” mickey pauses with a tilt of his head. “are they buffalo ?? the wings, i mean. though, i guess, that could be just as good with the brussel sprouts.” the mention of dating and the guys floundering is quick to pull a cheeky grin from mickey. “i’m a bit married to my music at the time being so dating isn’t in my wheelhouse at the moment. on the hand, i am an exceptional lay,” mickey answers, amusement lacing his tone as he props his chin up on his hand and watches the man across from him. “shame though ‘cause you’ve got a dilf vibe going on. i would’ve swiped right. speaking of — i assume you’ve met this flake on an app, so what’s your profile like ?? that’s an easy way to start.”
It's a rare evening when Asa leaves the flat after dinner. The cats are fed and happy, and he could've easily called it a night. Tucked into bed with a book while it's still a bit snowy and cold outside. But he's... lonely. A man who's spent so much time away from others, he sometimes just wants to be able to talk and engage with others. It's a beautiful thing. Something he still takes for granted in his nearly twelve years since he's been out, and free.
So he ends up sitting at a bar-top with a sex on the beach. There's someone nearby and Asa's really trying not to stare. But he looks familiar. Not very familiar. But... he overhears an accent when the man speaks to the bartender. "Sorry, um-" He smiles sheepishly. "I couldn't help but... uh, sounds like we both come from a similar spot, yeah? I don't normally... well, 's a bit rare." He stumbles over his words, clears his throat after. "I don't mean to pry. I apologize."
for someone with no intention of heading out for the night, let alone sequestering away in a decent enough bar, silas found himself inhabiting the same stool at the bartop for however long. he could very well look at his watch, but it’s not particularly an effort he finds necessary. he is unsure whether or not he should be offended at the speed of which maeve ushered him out of the house when she mentioned her friend was coming over. something about him embarrassing her mixed in which his proclivity to wither away at home with no hobbies to draw him outside … her words not his. it has silas wonder if she inhabited more of her mother’s tenacious and willful mind than he originally thought.
nevertheless, it leaves him at this nameless bar with a chatty companion to his right and an extra dirty martini in his hand. silas contemplates which headache will be the worse — the one now from such a conversation, or the one in the morning when he knocks back this drink and requests another from the bartender. he’s spared a response when another voice speaks from his left and silas turns his attention over. blue hues first see the ostentatious drink on the counter before they drag up to a man around his own age. the matching irish accent is noticeable. almost against his consent, his lips tug upward into a ghost of a smile. “apologies aren’t needed. you saved me from quite possibly the worst conversation i’ve had in my life,” silas starts, tone laced in amusement. “like you said, it’s a bit rare. where is it you’re from then ??”
location: either or bar or coffee shop in manhattan (please specify!).
after several hours of sitting there alone, josette finally opened her mouth and leaned forward. "do you ever get the feeling you've peaked?" josette was successful, too successful and now she felt like it was going the other way. perhaps it was an abrupt way to start a conversation as she'd been sat there, somewhat in a trance, for a while, simply keeping to herself but it didn't feel like it was what she wanted or what she needed. it was in her best interest to get back to work, at least being the director but her confidence had been knocked since losing a film score. "as in, you're never going to reach that standard again?"
silas can only wonder what it is about him that invites unwanted conversation. it’s been less than a half hour since his arrival at the bar, nursing his glass of johnnie walker blue for half that due to the bartender’s proclivity for socializing. having spent his workday around the deceased, silas supposes it makes random conversation all the more jarring when he steps out into the real world again. blue hues stare down at his drink before lifting it to take a sip. “hardly.” he turns to focus his attention on the woman beside him at the bar. “once you stop setting goals for yourself is when you allow yourself to peak. always having another finish line to reach keeps you mentally stimulated and away from nonsensical thinking.”
The power was going out on and off but the place was still riding on, for a Tuesday with expected bad weather the Drag Queens still showed and Glow drew a decent-sized crowd. The show must go on - as was the theme of the night, and lucky enough (for now) the generator was proving a worthy investment.
Was it smart? No, probably not. Was he out there shoveling the main entrance every half hour? Also no. That much was clear when he stepped outside. Left with minimal staff, choosing to stay or go much earlier. The snow still beating down as hard as it was a couple hours ago when one of the only few people within eyesight came near, catcalling out "Ow ow, lookin' fucking fly. Fly and frozen. Should come in...strong drinks. Got a generator..."
for as much as mickey loves brooklyn, it’s the last fucking place he wants to be when it’s this much of a shitshow outside. the thought of taking the subway back to the bronx is enough of a headache to consider calling a rideshare, but on top of it probably being impossible to find a willing soul to drive him, it’ll cost an arm and a leg to get there. so his best bet ( and such a hardship, really ) is getting laid for the perks of his night getting more enjoyable, as well as a bed to stay the night in. his plan is looking meek the longer he walks down the street, but mickey immediately stops at the sound of a voice calling out to him. “yeah, my north face coat really sells the night on the prowl look,” mickey retorts with a snort and shake of his head, but nevertheless approaching the other. “as long as the strong drinks in question aren’t frozen margs then you’ve sold me. i’m surprised you guys are even still open at this rate. actually … forget i said that ‘cause if you aren’t then i’ll be shooting myself in the foot.”
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♡ Location: An elevator somewhere in NY
♡ Time of day: Early evening
It had been snowing all day, and between the snow, the traffic, the disappointing Craigslist listing, and now the fact that his pants were damp from a slip in a patch of ice, he was certain this may have been the worst day off anyone could ever take. Getting into the elevator, he gave a small nod to the only other occupant before adjusting the pizza boxes in his hands and hitting the button for his friend’s floor. While the day had been nothing short of a disaster, he was not about to let it ruin his night. No, instead, he decided he would catch up with an old friend and eat some good pizza which was something he had really missed while living out in California because as hard as they tried, California pizza just didn’t compare.
He looked up as the numbers on the floors ticked by before the elevator came to a halt as the power went out. “Oh no.” His tone was not so much panicked as it was exasperated, because this was the last thing he needed today. Milo adjusted the boxes he held again so he could take out the small flashlight he kept in his bag for emergencies. Turning it on, he looked at the various buttons and signage in the elevator before spotting what he needed. With a sigh, he pressed the emergency call button only to find out after answering numerous questions that there were power outages all over the city and it would be a while before anyone could get to them. Sighing again, he turned to look at his companion. “You hungry?” If he was going to be trapped here, he was at least going to eat something.
silas very much remembers all the lamenting at the start of the winter season from the local newscasters that the city had been missing out on a proper snowfall for the past few years. he understands where the sentiment stems from, the desire for a white christmas the picturesque fluffy snow falling down and blanketing the ground. silas, on the other hand, knows when to count his blessings and the previous lack of snow was indeed a blessing. everyone says they want snow, but he’s determined that they only truly mean when it’s mirroring a scene in a movie. they very quickly forget the disgusting slop of watery mush it becomes on the sidewalk and having to navigate around the mess like a goddamn olympic sport. it’s with this in mind that silas regards the current snowstorm with silent, yet disdain. such disdain becomes all the more prominent, tugging at his features when the elevator he’s in cuts out mid-trip and he can feel a migraine building in the back of his head. “i suppose it depends on what kind of pizza you have there,” silas answers after a moment's pause, blue hues checking the time on his watch before flickering over to his companion. he leans against the wall with crossed arms while assessing the pizza boxes. he’s never heard of the place which can be cause for concern. “is it good ?? i don’t waste my time on mediocre pizza.”
[ mackenyu, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! MICHAEL “MICKEY” YAMAZAKI just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 5 YEARS, working as a MUSICIAN / TATTOO ARTIST. that can’t be easy, especially at only 27 YEARS OLD some people say they can be a little bit FICKLE and IMPETUOUS, but i know them to be CHARISMATIC and GENIAL. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to THE BRONX!
STATISTICS
full name: michael yamazaki
nicknames: mickey
birthplace: seattle, washington
occupation: musician / tattoo artist
height: 5’10”
tattoos: sleeve ( see HERE for reference )
age: twenty7
sexuality: bisexual / biromantic
music: sounds like a cross between knox / waterparks
band: lead singer / rhythm guitarist for system collapse
BIOGRAPHY
music has always been prominent in the yamazaki family and it was the fundamental reason that brought together his mother and father. his father, asahi yamazaki, was born and raised in japan and went on the be the frontman and vocalist of a japanese rock band that took east asia by storm in the early/mid 90s. meanwhile his mother, iris nakamura, was born in seattle, washington and would go on to travel to japan during college for a study abroad program and to see where her grandparents emigrated from.
the experience for iris was a whirlwind where she met asahi on a night out at a bar after one of his sold out shows and from there she followed him across east / south asia on the rest of the tour. it was an affair that burned fast and bright bc of their infatuation with one another and after a few months, iris found out that she was pregnant with mickey.
mickey’s mother broke things off with his father not long after the semester ended and she had to return to america and back to her life in seattle. she didn’t tell him about mickey under the reasoning that she didn’t want to be the potential cause should asahi put the band behind him for parental duties.
while his grandparents aren’t all that pleased that their still in college daughter came back from japan pregnant, they still helped raise mickey so he was brought up in a loving family without much reason to wonder where his father was. his mother would go onto graduating college and becoming a paralegal at a prominent law firm in seattle.
any curiosity mickey had over who his father was would be answered following his eighth birthday when he came home from school to see his mother on the couch in their living room with an unfamiliar man. he introduced himself to mickey as his father and mickey would come to learn about his rockstar status in japan as well as the career he put on pause upon the confession of a friend telling asahi about mickey’s existence.
it was an odd situation where his father relocated to seattle, settled into a fledgling relationship with his mother and mickey began to feel that this was what an actual family felt like. his father moved into the apartment with him and his mother where he would take mickey on the weekends to recording studios to show him the music he was writing and to introduce him to the environment.
it was surreal to mickey after years of normality with his mother to have this new chapter in his life where he was hanging out and bonding with dad, after years of hearing stories over what his friend’s did with their dads. now he had his dad to help with any math problems or get any opinions on the latest drawing he completed.
while mickey did average in school, his creativity definitely came from his dad who fully supported mickey when he would have his art showcased in his school district’s art shows or help mickey when it came to learning to play the guitar. all his mom hoped for was mickey to make an effort in his education and to leave an opportunity for college should he decide that it was the path for him.
his father picked back up with his band after a three year hiatus where mickey was at his side at the seattle recording studios where his dad would lay down vocals ( and meet the rest of the band when they flew in from japan ) and this is where mickey would say his own love for music began to flourish.
it’s during the summer going into his junior year of high school that mickey is given permission by his mother to go on tour with his dad in east asia and visit the area where his maternal grandparents and his dad are from.
this experience has mickey want to pursue a career in music, but knows that he needs to have a buffer in case since he doesn’t want to rely on his father’s connections to get him where he wants to be. so mickey pursues a bachelor’s degree in art to hone his craft while spending the time playing in a band that he formed during those years. mickey would be the one to write the lyrics as well as most of the music they performed.
the band would go on to break up once mickey graduated and he decided to start an apprenticeship in new york city at a tattoo parlor owned by a friend of his father. this starts mickey’s residency in new york, finding an equal balance between his love for music and his love for art and being able to share that with people who come in for tattoos.
his band system collapse started within the past two years where mickey happened to connect with his now drummer, bass player, and guitarist at a bar where mickey drunkenly sang karaoke and they all ended up connecting over their love for music. the rest is history !!
as of now, mickey lives in the bronx with some roommates where during the day he works at a tattoo parlor in manhattan that he loves, while being able to balance band rehearsals with his bandmates and performing at bars across the city during the weekend.
his band recently put out their first ep and i like to think they’re making waves in the city as well as on spotify and tiktok where they’ve blown up a bit bc they’re hot and make good music lmao so right now mickey is kinda vibing as he begins to write more music for their first full-length album
WANTED CONNECTIONS
his bandmates !! i’m probably going to submit a wc at some point to the main, but they have a pop punk sound that’s a mix of waterparks and knox. they’d be the drummer, bassist, and lead guitarist !! overall a slayful group of musicians that get along super great and thought mickey has never had siblings, they’re the closest he has and he wouldn’t trade them for anything
an ex whether on good terms of bad terms, i think it could be fun to play around with. mickey juggles his tattooing career and his music, so on his off time it’s a lot of sketching / drawing as well as writing down lyrics or melodies, so it could have very well ended bc of his poor time management skills where your muse thought he prioritized those over them
a friends with benefit where mickey and your muse fell into a casual hookup scenario bc both are too busy to pursue a relationship, so casual sex is the next best thing. they get along as friends and as of now there’s no entanglement of feelings which makes it easy
maybe some fans of mickey and his music !! either they saw him and his band perform around the city or saw them on tiktok lol
clients that mickey has given tattoos for whether that be past or present
maybe a one night stand after a hinge date where maybe mickey wasn’t clear with his intentions that it was a one time thing and your muse thought they really hit off and was embarrassed to wake up to mickey getting dressed to leave in the morning </3
anything else really bc i’m open to most things !!
[ cillian murphy, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! SILAS WILDE just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 32 YEARS ON AND OFF, working as a MEDICAL EXAMINER. that can’t be easy, especially at only 44 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit BRUSQUE and CRITICAL, but i know them to be CLEVER and SEDULOUS. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN!
STATISTICS:
full name: silas fionn wilde
title: doctor
nicknames: only silas
born: dublin, republic of ireland
citizenship: has dual citizenship between the united states & ireland
age: forty4
sexuality: bisexual/biromantic
height: 5’8”
marital status: divorced
occupation: medical examiner
children: maeve wilde ( daughter - age 20 )
BIOGRAPHY:
born into the wilde lineage where the majority of offspring would inevitably pursue a career in the medical field, silas's life has been full of expectation before he even appeared into the world on the stormy evening of october 5th, 1980. his parents were introduced by mutual friends while at university where old money flirts with old money.
silas's father continued to add to the wilde wealth through his illustrious career as a plastic surgeon, while his mother dealt in rare art and antiquities. their travels often called for a nanny to watch over silas and his eventual younger siblings, but dublin was home base — where they would inevitably return to no matter how many transatlantic plane rides.
for as much as silas didn’t mind burrowing his head into a book and memorizing his way through the dictionary to pass the time once he made his way through his father’s library, eventually his father announced he sold their home and they were relocating to new york city after silas's twelfth birthday. apparently it was a more accessible city to capitalize off of people’s insecurities. from his father’s enthusiastic retellings over dinner as the lines by his mother’s mouth downturned and her eyes lackluster, money was not the problem at hand.
his mother’s attitude shifted with the move, becoming more agitated and more often than not, narrowing silas as the main target for her sour moods. these turbulent moods would come in unexpected waves, before his mom would be pulled away to some european city for another bidding war over antiquities. as a teenager, silas wasn’t entirely certain what caused these shifts in his mother, but he could only assume the rise of his father’s career came at the slow decline of his mother’s. or perhaps she thought a flourishing family meant less traveling, less exploring, and less freedom for her. silas doesn’t think he’ll ever know, but he did his best to shield his younger siblings from her wrath.
academics proved easy for silas, his natural proclivity for picking up on theories and dates helped him stay at the top of his class at the private academies his father had him and his siblings enrolled in upon their arrival in new york. his spot as valedictorian of his graduating class was secure and despite many others who would think the expectation of a medical career as a noose around the neck, it merely made silas think outside the box regarding which career would not only keep him intellectually stimulated, but not have him regret his decision.
his college years and twenties seemed to slowly inch on once silas settled on wanting to become a medical examiner. it checked off the box of a medical career, while also ensuring that he wouldn’t have to directly deal with people like most others. while unfortunate, his patients silence would be a blessing for him in fending off unnecessary interactions. a bachelor’s degree in forensic science, following into medical school, and once he passed his medical licensing test with flying colors, he gained a residency back in new york city. said residency led to a coveted fellowship with the medical examiner of the nypd.
the trek to becoming a medical examiner was long and winding, having to sidetrack his time as a forensic pathologist and network meticulously in new york until a position opened. this position took the form of a friend of his mentor retiring in the nyc office of the chief medical examiner. silas's networking skills were put to work and with a glowing recommendation, silas secured an interview. silas has been in nyc for the past 34 years, but has been a medical examiner for the city for seven. he has his sights set on the role of chief medical examiner, but he still has some time.
silas is someone who takes his work extremely seriously, a bit of a workaholic who values what he does and the importance it brings to many people’s lives. unfortunately, this has come at the cost of his own personal relationships which led to his divorce a few years back with his ex-wife. they wanted silas to pull back from work and start a family.
having met in college and found the other’s ambition charming, silas and his ex-wife married not long after graduation and both agreed that their careers were their highest priorities. while silas never particularly desired to become a father, when his wife suggested they try then he agreed for her happiness. their agreement was only one child and that was the way it was, up until a few years later when she began dropping less than subtle hints about expanding their family. for as much as silas loves his kids and holds a fondness for them like no other, his line was drawn at one and so he put his foot down. his wife used to see his ambition mirrored in herself and while silas never shied away from being called a workaholic, the term came in tenfold when his wife told him he valued his career more over their family. after nearly a decade of marriage, and following the fifth birthday of their kid, silas and his wife signed divorce papers.
overall, silas is more quiet than most, choosing to be observant and analyze a situation first before offering his thoughts. he’s dedicated to what he deems as important and may come across as brusque in conversations since he tends to get straight to the point.
he’s definitely learning some patience bc his daughter and niece/nephew are currently living with him as they’re attending the nearby college and deem themselves above a dorm room. so instead, silas is playing host and ( un ) fun dad/uncle as he gets a taste of what parenting two youths is like. he feels grey hairs coming in and has taken up morning yoga to help level out the frayed wires going off in his brain. but it’s fun bc silas is slowly learning to loosen up a bit and not take things as seriously. you’re allowed to have fun silas !!
WANTED CONNECTIONS
any hookups tbh he works a lot and juggles that and looking after his daughter mauve and his niece/nephew now that both are living with him in his upper west side townhouse, so his personal time is a bit limited. not to mention he isn’t looking for a committed relationship after having been divorced since he finds being single easier, so he settles for hookups.
a blind date that maybe a mutual friend set them up on and silas went on to get them to shut up. maybe your muse was actually interested and was bummed when silas didn’t follow up with them so now your muse side eyes him, or maybe your muse also went to appease their mutual friend, so it’s generally amicable and they have no issue with one another
going off above, maybe the two of them pretend to see one another or use each other as a default date when said mutual friend is involved or have defaulted the other as a plus one for any real event they need a date for. they get along and have enjoyable conversation which is why they default to one another
friends !! give silas some joy in his life w friendships bc this man needs it
maybe someone silas unintentionally pissed off with his resting bitch face and judgemental little eyes lmao he has that effect on people <3
someone who frequents the same gym as him or even someone who’s in his weekly yoga class and they’ve developed an early stage friendship from being next to one another
a bar hookup bc im trash and the whole seedy vibe speaks to my soul. whether or not silas and your muse acknowledge each other can be discussed. though i will say the idea of silas being a dumbass and not recognizing them and your muse hating him for not remembering them is on brand for him so there’s that lol
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