#I just think guitar is attractive ok

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

oscar plays cause he found it in a skip and it keeps his hands busy in a way that doesn’t hurt

morris listens cause it keeps his mind quiet

[lovelyjj]

would it be possible if we can get fluff/angst of reader and jj?

jj is at midsummers as a busser and reader has had a few a drinks and rafe drugged readers drink and jj saves reader?

Saved

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: roofieing (reader gets drugged) ***please don’t read if this could be triggering***

Midsummers was the event of the year. Many kooks gathered around for this celebration. JJ wouldn’t be caught dead surrounded by this many kooks, but he had to work so here he was.

You were middle class, not really a kook but also not a pogue. You did however have friends that were both kooks and pogues. It was late afternoon when you arrived at Midsummers.

The island club was decorated beautifully. There was flowers everywhere and you were excited for the events to take place. You were wearing a pretty silk black dress that flowed down your legs.

Some of your girlfriends greeted you. You got swept up in conversation, chatting about the excitement of the event and what not. You were happy to get caught up with your friends.

The dance floor started to gain popularity. Most of the guests were out on the dance floor. It looked inviting. You were thinking about dancing when you noticed JJ. You considered him a friend and you were surprised to see him here.

JJ had caught your eye before. You couldn’t deny he was attractive. He was incredibly hot for that matter. You felt something in your chest when you looked at him but you highly doubted he felt the same way.

JJ considered you a friend. You have hung out in a group a couple times and JJ enjoyed your company. He thought you were the prettiest girl on the island. He also thought he didn’t have a chance. You were way outa his league.

You were pulled to the dance floor by your friends. You were only dancing a few minutes when Sarah came up to you and asked if you would get some drinks with her. You agreed needing some liquid courage.

Sarah led you to the bar. She looked beautiful in her white dress and flower crown. You told her this and she beamed. The two of you got mai tais. You were both talking, drinking and laughing.

“So whats been going on in your life?” Sarah asked.

“Oh not much the same old same old,” you answered.

“Come on there has to be something, something new happening with you,” Sarah pressed on.

“Um well, I been practicing guitar, that’s not really exciting but,” you began.

“Oh really that’s cool I would love to hear you play sometime,” Sarah showed her interest.

“Yeah maybe. What about you what’s been going on?” You asked.

“Well me and John B are getting pretty serious,” Sarah started to blush and you thought that was sweet.

“What about Topper?”

“Oh he’s old news,” Sarah giggled.

“Oh really? Damn, aren’t you supposed to be here with him though?” You questioned.

“Shhh,” Sarah brought a finger to her lips.

“You’re crazy,” you laughed.

The two of you continued to talk as well as drink a couple drinks. You were getting a little tipsy. The alcohol was addicting. It eased your nerves and it made you want to keep drinking.

You didn’t feel the presence behind you but Sarah narrowed her eyes.

“What do you want Rafe?” Sarah got right to the point, her tone bitter.

“Oh nothing just wanted to talk to Y/N,” Rafe insisted.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you,” Sarah crossed her arms.

“How about you let her speak for herself,” Rafe gritted his teeth but was trying to remain calm.

Being the angel that you are, you assured Sarah that it was fine. “It’s ok Sar, i’ll just be a minute,” you say.

Sarah gave you a wavering look but nodded her head and walked off.

You turned around to face Rafe and he towered over you. Rafe gave you a smile.

“So what’s up?” you asked.

“Nothing really I just wanted to see you and ask you something,” Rafe replied.

“Which is?”

“Would you like to dance?” Rafe requested.

“Um maybe not right this second because-“

“You know what forget about it, no worries,” Rafe assured.

“Can I at least get you a drink?” Rafe asked.

“Sure.”

“You look beautiful by the way,” Rafe complimented.

You smiled, “Thank you.”

JJ was watching you from afar. He could see that you were talking to Rafe. There were alarm bells ringing in his head. Rafe was bad news what was he doing talking to your sweet self?

JJ continued clearing glasses so he could go back and wash them. He couldn’t clear the bad feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. When he looked over at you again his heart broke a little bit at the sight of you throwing your head back in a laugh. Your hand was holding Rafe’s arm and Rafe was smiling as you laughed.

JJ clenched his jaw. Yeah you weren’t his but he was still jealous. He should be the one making you laugh not Rafe. He couldn’t stand it so he went in the kitchen and started washing glasses.

JJ was told to come back out and clear more glasses only a few minutes into washing. With a sigh JJ ventured out into the party. He glanced in your direction and what he saw made his heart stop.

Rafe was putting a tablet in your drink. He was showing you something on his phone with the other hand. JJ froze, he didn’t know what to do but he knew he couldn’t just stand there and let you get drugged.

JJ’s blood was boiling. How dare Rafe try and take advantage of you. Rafe is gonna loose his head because JJ was gonna rip it from his body. JJ legs were running faster than his mind.

JJ’s heart dropped to his feet when he saw you take a drink. JJ raced over there in record time. He put his hand on the small of your back and took the drink away from you. He then dumped it on the floor and threw the glass at Rafe.

JJ took hold of your arms and told you to stay there. He then punched Rafe right in the face. He grabbed Rafe by the collar and said, “If I ever see you go near her again I will kill you,” he spat.

“Come on angel let me take care of you.”

You didn’t know what to think one minute you were there talking to Rafe and the next JJ was here ushering you away. You felt like you were drunk.

You felt safe with JJ. His presence was comforting. So you let him take you away from the party.

With great difficulty JJ got you to the château. You were slurring your words and JJ did his best to hold you up.

“In here pretty lady,” JJ ushered you into his room at the château.

“You smell good,” you mumbled.

JJ laughed, “alright just lay down now.”

“I feel dizzy,” you held your head.

“I know I know everything will be better in the morning you just need to rest,” JJ assured.

“Let’s get your shoes off,” JJ added.

JJ took off your shoes and then tucked you into his bed. He wanted to make sure that you were safe and out of harms way. You were the girl of his dreams. He felt like he needed to protect you.

“Goodnight Y/N, go to sleep,” JJ whispered.

Your head was spinning and you didn’t know what to do other than sleep. So eventually you went to sleep, breathing in JJ’s scent.

JJ went to go sleep on the couch. He wanted to give you your space. He wanted to be there and watch on you but he decided to do that from a far. JJ didn’t want to overwhelm you.

——————

You woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom. The light from the sun shined through the window causing you to wake up. Your head was pounding. Your body was aching. You didn’t know where you were.

You looked around the room confused as to how you got there. You were scared because you didn’t remember leaving midsummers.

JJ was on the couch when you entered the living room.

“Hey stranger,” JJ called.

“JJ?”

“Yep.”

“Do you know what the heck happened?” You asked.

“Um well first I think you should sit down,” JJ ushered you to sit next to him.

“Ok.”

“Alright you were at midsummers talking to Rafe. And he was trying to drug you. He put something in your drink and I couldn’t get to you in time before you took a drink. But luckily I finally got to you and got you out of there. I safely brought you here and let you sleep it off in my bed,” JJ explained.

“Woah,” you took a moment to let his words sink in.

“I’m glad you were there to save me,” you were feeling appreciative.

“I’d do anything for you you know that right,” JJ stated.

“I do now,” you responded.

“Can I kiss you?” JJ asked.

“Mhmm.”

JJ leaned in and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and gentle and JJ kissed you with care. Like if he kissed you any harder you might break. Your lips moved together in sync. He cupped your cheek, thumb moving on your face.

When he pulled away you were both breathless. You looked into JJ’s blue eyes and fell in love. You could swim in his eyes. You had a new found appreciation for JJ. He saved you from what could have been a terrible situation, and for that you were eternally grateful.

[harryisourlover]

The Second Assistant

Inspired by the tongue guitar playing in Spain

Smut alert 🚨

Harry was in the midst of a whirlwind tour when a recent breakup left him emotionally drained. Determined to avoid entanglements with fans, he found solace in his work. Amidst the chaos, he couldn't help but notice his new second assistant, (Y/N), whose beauty and grace captivated him.

(Y/N) was a beacon of joy and laughter among her colleagues, but around Harry, she turned shy and reserved. Since day one she acted like that. But one fateful night after a particularly electrifying concert where Harry had pushed the boundaries of his attire, revealed A LOT, also was a night extremely hot in Spain and (Y/N) fainted backstage! She was overwhelmed by the intensity of the performance plus hot night and the last thing that Harry did on stage definitely was the final cause of her faint.

Concerned, Harry rushed to her hotel room after his concert, still in his revealing outfit because all that matters was to see of she was really ok!

He knocked on the door, she just got out of the shower and she was expecting her meal, not Harry…

“Oh my god, it’s you!”

“I’m sorry, are you expecting someone else?”

“Just my dinner..” she said moving her eyes from his eyes going down to his torso and abs

He noticed and explained “I’m sorry again, i just got out stage and didn’t saw you there in the corner, they told me… Are you ok?”

“I don’t understand… You barely say Hi and Bye every day, any order of what to do to you i get from Mary because she’s the first assistant and i’m the second… Why do you bother coming here?”

“Excuse me are you implying that i’m a incentive boss-monster? That i don’t care? Only once that i tried to spoke to you, you didn’t looked back at me in the eyes and everytime i see you nice and goofy around the crew but always with a bad face at me, how did you expect me to act?”

“I… i was trying to act professional with you”

“I honestly thought you hated me since day one for some reason i quit trying to find out…”

“What??? I don’t hate you! Never! I’m a fan! Actually since 1D to be honest”

“Ok, now i’m the one confused here”

“When Mary interviewed me for the job she said: 1- never mention you are a fan; 2- don’t talk to him looking in his eyes because his girlfriend is nuts jealous; 3- don’t be you the cool girl i know around him, just strict professional”

“OMG i had no idea!”

“Mary says hahahah i’m your type, she’s so wrong! Look at me! But anyway she said if i want a career i can’t cause trouble in my first job ever in this industry!”

“I totally understand She was trying to help you… and avoid drama with my ex… She’s right about you being extremely attractive to me… She’s with me for 10 years she knows me very well!”

(Y/N)’s face is red and she thinks she’s about to faint again. Harry run to her holding her and asking “Are you ok? For sure?”

“I’m fine! Not going down again! It’s.. it’s just too much going on.. i need to sleep!”

“What about your food?”

“I will cancel… can you help me walking me to the bed?”

“I will help but you will eat! And i will go to my room shower and after that i will come back to see you! Where is your extra key?”

“Don’t need to do that Harry…”

“I will! Please let me do this!”

So exactly like he said, after he was back in her room. She had fallen asleep, so he took the tray away, returned to his room but kept her spare key.

Next day, like always when don’t need to travel to do a performance, Harry wake up when he wanted, brushed his teeth and looking at himself in the mirror started to think about (Y/N) and decided to go back to her room.

He wasn’t sure if she was awake yet, was 10 something AM, so he knocked softly. With no answer he did it again… and worried decided to use the key…

She was with her AirPod, laid down on the floor, legs wide open up on the bed, rubbing her covered pussy with one hand and on the other hand watching Harry’s video a fan did of him obscenely flipping his tongue on the guitar…

Harry didn’t want to scare her but she’s couldn’t her him there! And honestly he was hard ASF!!! He decided to remove his clothes and already touching himself he walked to her bed and seat close to one of her legs, he did wile she briefly close her eyes, and when she opened…

“Ohh omg!” And removed Airpod looking at him, iPhone already on the floor and her eyes big in shock looking to Harry’s Big fat cock.

“Don’t need to say anything love, if you just let me finish here looking at you rubbing that pussy for me i will be very happy, and if you want he can pretend never happened… or…. You can get out of that floor and come here to this bed and let me taste that pussy just like you’re dreaming watching that video on repeat”

She was speechless and frozen. Harry smirked at her and that was enough to release her from the frozen state. (Y/N) started to move and stopped standing in front of him.

They connected eyes and he used one hand to hold her t-shirt up and the other hand to grab the elastic of her panties, she nodded and he started to slowly remove her panties…

“All of this mess for me darling?”

“…Y..yes!”

“May i ask you to remove your t-shirt and lay next to me?”

She nodded and did as he asked… slowly Harry moved to the top of her using his knees and hands to spread her legs saying: “Darling I don’t dare to go up there and kiss you like i want, because it’s dangerous… we can fall in love and ruin business! But if you don’t mind i will bury my head in your perfect soaked cunt… and after this anytime you or me need some relief we can count on each other secretly ok?”

“Ok Harry”

“Call me Daddy!” And with that he started to eat her like the hungriest man in the world, stroking his penis at the same time. (Y/N) came like never before and was fighting to close her legs involuntarily.

“Just another one sweetheart, one more of your sweet orgasm juice and i will let go” He said and immediately sucked her clit wile inserted his finger, she cried loud in despair and he was just so impressed by how tight her pussy was, he said “Girl, you can barely take my finger, if i try to put my cock on you I don’t know if will fit…”

(Y/N) moaned and squirted with that dirty talk, Harry drank all and released his orgasm in his hand and belly. “I don’t know if i can keep my mouth out of this pretty pussy anymore girl!”

He started to put his clothes on with the devilish smile saying “I’m getting out of here before someone sees me wile looking for me.. Angel, i will always have your room’s door keys now! This will be our secret!”

And he left…. Not knowing that the biggest secret (Y/N) carries… She’s 22 but she’s virgin…

And now all she can think about is how to tell him! And when…

[krashoutluv]

comic!jason todd x m!indie rock singer/guitarist reader

cold weather - glass beach

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🪐⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ warnings ; sfw (none)

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🪐⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ contents ; hc’s totally not based off glass beach lyrics haha thats so cheesy whaat lololo…

I love the way you make me feel when I’m staring at my screen.

At 4AM, trying not to fall asleep

And you hit me up just to see if I’m OK

JASON TODD CODED SOOO BAAADD

literally how the crushes form for both sides

jason has like an inner psyche where he just fuckin knows when youre awake

if you ask him he’ll probably say something stupid like ‘i can hear your (guitar)/(voice)’ and he’s nowhere around you

and his heart throbs whenever you two stay texting for waayy tooooo loonggg, starts cheesing and shit

NEERRRDD

average jason todd text

When I keep you up sending Mamegoma Lines

You know it's shit like that that makes me wanna be alive

JASON TODD CODED LINE. CANON CANON.

he responds through his helmet while he’s kicking ass

it gets so common to a point where he ends up having a full blown convo w/ you using those stupid fuckin stickers

bug him late at night !!

he’ll tell you to gts but he’d be lying if he says it doesn’t make his heart melt when u send him these little fucks.

So I'll call in sick again just to spend the day with you

100% he’ll call a day off to hang with you

whether its showing up to your show then hitting a bar, 100%,

i need jason todd in a relationship where he just drops everything for his s/o,

fuck the mission!! he wants to listen to those fucking vocals for an hour or you shredding ur guitar!!

he’s fucking around in an arcade with you till 11pm

hes a little ass at mario kart, better with motorcycle games,

BRING HIM TO ANY SHOOTER ONES WHERE U HOLD THE GUN AND UR GETTING WAAAASHHHEDD.

he has the most fun with the halo ones or the walking dead ones

weirdly good at the multiplayer pacman games

AMAZING AT GALAXIA ILL DIE ON THIS HILLL

Wanna say I think it's so gay that we really both feel the same way

That I feel like we're more than just friends

It took too long to realize

I didn't miss the cold weather, I just missed you

Jason was never homophobic and or totally against the idea of him being gay

i dont think he was ever in a gay relationship b4 you two

bc most of the vigilante guys he met were trying to fight him or absolute dick heads,

n’ most of the male figures in his life weren’t the absolute best.

so there wasn’t tooo much room for crushing on a guy too easily

if you’d ask him abt his sexuality its smthn like ‘i think im straight but i dunno what if im not.’

heres how i think it starts ;)

you’re preforming at a bar, n’ ofc jason todd can admit when a guys cute/attractive, any guy could do that

and maybe its ur guitar or your vocals but he cant stop watching (he convinces himself its your talent which is reasonably not gay)

maybe one coincidence leads to another and you two chat and go out at times, he pulls up to your shows more.

and the whole time he thinks he’s just acknowledging that your a very attractive person,

notthin crazy to admit ya homie has mad kisssble lips after starin at them for a sec too long. lol. haha. hm.

and i think the thought really hits him when he’s out of gotham for a mission. and he’s craving your presence

he texts you but you dont respond, fuck right you have a show and the timezone difference—

n he gets fuckin, ANTSY and SAD.

he tries to smoke a cig to fuck off

but he cant stop thinking about that one night where he brings you to his favorite rooftop view of the city,

how those sly stupid jokes slip from your mouth like honey,

the way you glance at him and the moonlight on your skin

how he got that random need to just lean into your lips

and— (GAY REALIZATION PANICC) <- link

'Cause I don't need the cold weather like I need you

And I don't need the sweater weather I just need you

Na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na

Fuck! Hahahaha

hes unlabeled your honor.

[byeoltoyuki]

✧memories of us ✧ Memory of you

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: Likes and reblogs are appreciated ♥

Because you asked me @rylea08 ♫

Masterlist / previous / next

Maybe inviting Jisung to your exhibition was a bad idea after all. It wasn’t your first exhibition, far from it; by now you were used to presenting your work to people, meeting new faces, facing critics. But Jisung? Your nerves had kept you awake the whole night. There was just something about showing him this side of you that unnerved you. Maybe it was because he knew from the beginning that you wouldn’t become a lawyer. Maybe because he was the first to believe in your dreams even when you didn’t. 

You smoothed down your black skirt for the tenth time this evening. You kept reassuring yourself that you had nothing to worry about. Why should you worry when he had always been on your side? But despite knowing that, you just couldn’t stop yourself.

Hyunjin interrupted your trail of thoughts by handing you a glass of champagne. “Feels like you desperately need it.” 

You sighed in relief and emptied the glass in one go.

“That bad huh.” He chuckled. “What got you so worried? I think I haven’t seen you so nervous since,” he paused to think about it, “First exhibition?” 

Sadly, Hyunjin was right. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted the reason. “I invited Jisung.” 

Hyunjin’s whole body stiffened at the name. He looked at you, trying to find out if you were messing with him. You had to. It was a name you hadn’t mentioned for years. But more he looked at you and he realized that no, you weren’t joking.

“You invited Jisung?” He repeated.

“Yes.”

“Han Jisung?” He still couldn’t believe it.

“Yes.”

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

The urge to slap Hyunjin’s arm was getting strong. “Yes, yes and yes.”

“How? When? What?!” He yelled in both surprise and panic, attracting very unwanted attention on both of you. 

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards the closest empty room. “Shhh! I met him at Soyeon’s party. Turns out the world is small and they’re friends.” 

Hyunjin blinked a few times, his brain refusing to process your words. “So what, you talked and you decided to invite him to your exhibition?” 

“Yes?” 

Hyunjin opened his mouth to protest, you guessed, but then he closed it again and palmed his face with his hand, looking suddenly very tired. He didn’t want to tell you how bad this idea was; he remembered the state you were after the breakup and he didn’t want to see it again. But he also understood that you were no longer the same woman; you knew how to take care of yourself. Instead of arguing with you, he went for the only next thing he could say. “Just be careful, ok?” 

** 

You found Jisung a little bit later, staring at a painting you were apprehensive to show him. It was the painting of him that you had kept for years in your studio, refusing to share it with the world. You changed your mind after meeting him again. 

You approached him as silently as you could, wanting to see his reaction. Your heart beat a little faster as you looked at him. You didn’t know what to expect but the moment you saw his awed face, your heart missed a beat. 

“When did you get this talented?” Jisung asked without averting his eyes from the painting. Somehow, without even looking at you, he knew it was you. He stared at the painting, unable to think properly. It was a younger version of him, playing his guitar. 

“I take it you like it?” You chuckled, your body relaxing at his comment. 

Jisung slowly averted his eyes from the painting to look at you. Maybe it was the light but you swore you saw tears in his eyes. 

“That bad?” You joked. 

“No! It’s beautiful and - It’s really beautiful, Y/N.” 

Seeing Jisung at loss of words made you smile and gently nudge him with your hips. “Thank you.” 

“Walk with me?” 

You walked him through all your works. Stopping to tell him the story behind every painting, telling every struggle you went through to get it right. Jisung listened to your every word, his eyes shining brightly. He could tell how passionate you were about your work and it made him happy to see how far you got. 

“This is truly incredible, Y/N.” Jisung admitted. You were having a drink in the corner of the room; Jisung kept watching your paintings from afar while you had all your attention on him. His reaction to your work delighted you more than you could have imagined. You didn’t know you needed his opinion to fully feel accomplished but you did. Maybe because he was the first to find out your secret. Or maybe it was simply because he was Han Jisung. 

“I’m glad you switched majors and did something you truly love.” He added, his eyes finally found yours. There was so much fondness and admiration in his eyes, you could barely hold his gaze without blushing like a teenager. 

“Yeah. Mom wasn’t very happy about it. We fought a lot.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Jisung took a step towards you and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. “But now she has to understand that it was for the best.” 

Oh how you wished it was the truth. Truth was, your mother never accepted your desires. No matter how much you fought, how much you pleaded, she didn’t understand and wasn’t willing to give you a chance to prove yourself. Years later and it still pained you. 

Jisung frowned at your silence, his grip on your hand getting a little stronger. “What is it?” 

“We don’t really talk anymore.” You confessed and lowered your gaze. 

“Oh angel.” Jisung wanted to hug you so badly, his whole body screaming at him to take you in his arms but he couldn’t risk it all. Not now that he was finally talking to you. “I’m sorry. I hope that one day she will realize what an extraordinary daughter she has. You’re talented, I always knew it.” He gestured at the people gathered all around the place, admiring your work. “And so do they.” 

[hyperfixationstati0n]

I JUST SAW YOUR POST OML I NEED TO REQUEST FOR BILLY THE KID:

SO like a coryo x lucy gray inspired pic where the reader is a singer and gets billy's attention as he only comes to the bars to see her performances. they like each other, start seeing each other, making out in the back or something idk you're so talented i'm sure you'll write something amazing

anon. i love you. so much. hand in marriage. rn. (i hope this does your idea justice pooks)

Word count: 936

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It started when Billy wandered his way into your town. At this point, most people had an idea of who he was. The infamous outlaw rode in, looking for a place to stay and somewhere to get a drink. luckily for him, he only had to make one stop to find both. After paying for his room, he wanders down to the bar. He orders a whisky, shooting it back before ordering another. But right when he brings the glass to his lips, someone-you-catch his attention.

You’re at your space, the small little stage this saloon had configured for you, with your guitar. This was your place. Hell, you’d been performing there since forever. You’d become a local celebrity at this point. You’re smiling and playing, most people there being regulars and knowing you. You smiled as they all cheered when you came out, someone going as far as to hand you a bottle of liquor. You laugh and take a long swig before passing it back to the man who’s given it to you.

“oh it’s to clear my pipes, y’all, to clear my pipes. Now who’s ready to have a good time?”

He leans forward and puts his glass back down on the counter, the liquid left untouched. His eyes glow in the dim candle light. There’s only one word to describe him-entranced.

And when you catch sight of him in the middle of a song, it’s all you can feel too.

You’re popular though, everyone wanted to talk to you. You got swarmed with compliments and tips and free drink offers before you can even make it off stage. And by the time you do, he’s gone.

That’s not the last time you see him though. Every single night for the next week you see him in the same spot, untouched glass next to him. Probably just an excuse to be there. Now, you figured out who he was through the gossip of the town. But…you didn’t know an outlaw could be so attractive. Or so shy, it seems. Even on quieter nights he never came up to talk to you. You got sick of it by day 6. You wanted to know what this infamous “Billy the Kid”’s deal was. After your show, you rush out the back door before anyone can catch you (under the ruse that you were putting your guitar away). You’d seen him wander around back there a few times, and this was your plan of catching him. Figuring out why he came here every night to ogle you but never even introduce himself.

And it seems you caught him at the right time, because in your rush to get out the door you run head first into him. You feel a pair of strong arms catching you by the waist to put you back on your feet.

“Woah there, honey. You alright?” His voice was low and gravelly, but in the way that pulled you in more. Your eyes flash up to him. He was even prettier up close than he was from your view on stage. It takes you a moment to stop staring and speak, although it was hard to do so until he retreated his hands from your waist.

“I’m-I’m fine. Sorry i ran into you.” You say with a breathless smile. But you can tell he’s about to walk off politely so you speak before he can. “I notice you here every night. You…always leave before i get around to you.”

He stops and you swear you can see a blush cross his cheeks, although it was pretty dark out at that point so there was no way to be sure.

“You’ve got a lot of fans, it seems. I don’t want to waste your time.”

You tilt your head, smiling but also uttering confused.

“I think I can decide for myself how to waste my time.”

This earns a smile from him. That you can tell even in the dark, because you can hear it in his voice.

“Well ok then,” He starts, hesitating. Like he’s thinking over the next thing he has to say, even though it’s only two words. “I’m Billy.”

“Yeah, I know” You say with a smooth chuckle. “I’m Y/N.”

You got lost in the blue of his eyes that night.

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So, you were glad he stuck around for awhile. He came to every one of your shows, and now he actually didn’t avoid you when they were over.

When you’re done socializing you meet him in your usual spot out back. He scoops you up in a hug, kissing your cheek sloppily before putting you back down and leaning you against the wall. He keeps his hand behind your head, not wanting your hair to get messed up on the wood.

“Hi, Billy” You say sweetly, eyes wide and full of adoration. He uses the hand holding your head to tilt it up to his.

“Hi, songbird” He replies, using the nickname he coined for you. It always made you blush. “Great show tonight. As always.”

You blush even more and lean forward, nudging your nose with his.

“Needy” He teases, kissing the tip of your nose instead of where you clearly wanted him.

“Shut up.”

You pull him in by the collar of his shirt. He chuckles against your lips before reciprocating, cradling your body in his arms to keep you close. You’d learned that he wasn’t all people made him out to be. He was sweet. Gentle. And, he was yours. He’d made that much clear.

Billy pulls away and presses a kiss to your forehead before looking into your eyes once more.

You’d be getting lost in the blue of his eyes for a long time.

[motomamita]

Whiplash

Based on the movie Whiplash (2014)

Pairing: Guitarist!Eddie Munson x Female!Guitarist!reader

Summary: (YN) puts Eddie's place in the music group at risk, so he decides to visit her at night and clear things up.

Warnings: Smut, +18, a looot of cursing and dirty talk, possesive Eddie, rough sex, hatefuck, unprotected sex, Fletcher is a warning himself, violents talks, idk.

Do not copy or translate, and sorry for my bad english. Muak.

Eddie entered the rehearsal room carrying his guitar case while trying not to bump into his classmates, reading the sheet music that Fletcher had given them days before.

He had been in the select group at the conservatory for 2 weeks and still felt nervous like the first time. After Fletcher fired his previous guitarist, Eddie was chosen from among many guitarists at the conservatory to take his place. He finally had an important position on the team and he wasn't going to let anyone take him away from there.

Everyone took their places and began to warm up their instruments, practicing individually without paying attention to the rest of their classmates. They stayed like that until Fletcher came into the room. The silence became absolute and the nervousness was present.

"We are weeks away from the presentation at the exhibition." Fletcher commented looking at his musicians who kept their eyes on the floor. "My reputation and that of the Conservatory depends on your performance there." He spoke seriously. "So if any of you, fucking shits, decide to make some mistake and ruin everything...! You'll just have to pick up your stuff and leave before I kill you with my own hands, okay?!" Fletcher's voice echoed throughout the place.

Neither Eddie nor the others dared to speak. They kept their eyes on the ground and their hearts pounding, not moving to avoid attracting Fletcher's attention and automatically becoming his next victim.

"OK?!" He repeated angrily.

"Yes sir!" They all responded in unison.

"Good very good." Fletcher sat down in his chair and everyone quickly get ready to play. "We start with Caravan."

The band began to play immediately, following the scores with their eyes to avoid mistakes that could harm them. Eddie fixed his gaze on his fingers on the strings as he bobbed his head rhythmically. He had already studied this song the night before to avoid mistakes so he knew it by heart from beginning to end. He didn't want to be the victim of Fletcher's fury, not again.

It took a few seconds until Fletcher waved his hands in the air asking them to stop immediately, which they did. A grimace of disgust settled on the man's face. Someone had made a mistake and Eddie prayed it wasn't him.

"Edward. What the fuck was that!?" It had been him. "Is smoking affecting your damn retarded chimpanzee brain?"

Fletcher yelled at him from his spot, placing his hands on his hips and still looking at him. Eddie lowered his gaze embarrassed and didn't say a word, anything he could say was going to complicate the situation even more.

"I think I'm going to have to hit your damn fingers with a hammer to get them to play ONE note right! Son of a bitch.."

Fletcher was interrupted by a knock on the door of the room. He walked to open the door, welcoming whoever was behind.

"Thank God you came! This idiot is ruining everything!" He exclaimed with a certain tone of calm in his voice. "Everyone, meet (YN). She'll be our lead guitarist."

Eddie looked up from the ground when he heard the name. His eyes connected with hers, his 'former fuck' and now 'new enemy'. He hadn't seen her since the last time they fucked, before they both entered the conservatory and had a fight over who was the best player.

"Thank you for considering me and giving me the opportunity to play with you." She smiled. That damn smile.

"You deserve it, sweetie. So take Munson's seat."

Eddie smiled, anger coursing through his body. Was this all an evil plan on Fletcher's part? Did he want to humiliate him even more?

"But... I'm the lead guitarist..." Eddie tried to defend his place.

"You're not anymore. Until you improve your technique and keep your mind on the scores and not thinking about whores and drugs." Fletcher responded harshly. "Now you are going to be in charge of turning the pages of (YN's) sheet music."

The girl walked to Eddie's seat, who reluctantly gave her his place and stood next to her. (YN) set up her guitar and took out her own folder of sheet music, extending it to Eddie.

"We're back again with Caravan." Fletcher informed, returning to his place in the room.

"You heard, place my pages on Caravan." (YN) murmured with a mocking smile to Eddie, who closed his fists trying to mitigate his anger and followed the girl's orders.

"And one, two and.. Three!"

Three loud knocks echoed on the door of (YN's) small apartment. The girl, who had just come out of the shower, put on a t-shirt that reached her thighs and ran to the door still with her hair wet.

When she opened she found Eddie Munson, who also didn't seem happy to see her again. Many times he had shown up at her door, months ago, with desire and need in his eyes and then fucked her until dawn. Now, his gaze expressed pure annoyance and it was more likely that he wanted to finish her off before making her finish.

"Why? Uh? Why the hell do you want to sabotage me?" He asked placing his hand on the door frame, preventing her from closing it.

"I didn't sabotage you, you just did." She explained calmly. "It's not my fault I'm better than you." She smiled cynically.

"No! You're not better than me and you know it. It's all a damn plan to drive me crazy and push me over the edge, right?" Eddie raised his voice upset.

(YN) sighed and grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, making him enter the apartment before the neighbors complained about the noise.

"You're really paranoid if you think I'm doing all this for you. I made the team on my own merit, I'm not part of any 'evil plan' to make you suffer, as much as I'd like to see that." She explained, taking a few steps forward to stay close to him.

"Did you fuck Fletcher?" Eddie asked quietly as he looked into her eyes.

"What?" She asked after a few seconds confused.

"You did it, right? All so you could steal my place on the team." He asked again, now more confident.

"No, I never did." She shook her head, still looking into his eyes. "But I might try, if that makes you even more jealous." She murmured mischievously after a few seconds.

Neither of them moved for the first few seconds. The street lights entered through the windows of the apartment, leaving little visibility and turning them into shadows for the outside gaze. The ticking of the clock resonated almost at the same tempo as the rapid heartbeats of both, creating a melody as dangerous as it was captivating.

Eddie couldn't contain himself any longer and launched himself at her, placing one of his hands behind her neck and pulling her towards him, kissing her desperately. (YN) did not refuse and received him gladly, hugging him by the shoulders and pressing her body even closer to his. The kiss became more violent, showing that there was not only desire there but also a great amount of hatred in both of them. Without separating, they moved to the couch where (YN) collided with him, becoming cornered between it and Eddie.

"Damn whore, trying to steal my place..." Eddie murmured against her lips while one of his hands moved up her thighs until he reached her core. "And you're not wearing panties... It seems like you were waiting for me to arrive and find you like this..." He growled and one of his fingers began to make circular movements on her clitoris. Her legs trembled at the sudden stimulus, closing her thighs instinctively.

"I wasn't waiting for you, but for Fletcher.." she joked, enjoying Eddie's jealous look.

In one quick movement Eddie turned her and placed her face down, with her abdomen over the back of the couch. One of his hands grabbed hers and her t-shirt, leaving her bare from the waist down. (YN) let out a moan at that, getting even wetter from Eddie's mini aggressions. He knelt, still holding her hands, and brought his head to her center.

"You smell as exquisite as always.." He spoke and then took his mouth and began to lick her folds with need. She moaned loudly, rolling her eyes back as the tip of Eddie's tongue found her clit. "My pussy, this is my fucking pussy.." he growled, tasting all the wetness of her.

"Eddie! Shit..!" She moaned desperately at the wave of pleasure he was giving her with just his mouth. The neighbors were definitely aware of what was happening.

He abruptly separated from her center, uncomfortable by the boner that formed inside his pants. He clumsily pulled down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock whose tip was glistening from the accumulation of precum.

"Shit.." He mumbled at the sight, not at all surprised at the effect (YN) had on her. "You make me so fucking hard.."

With his free hand he brought his cock up to her wet hole. Eddie released a trickle of saliva, trying to make the stretch not so painful for her, and spread it with the tip of his cock over her folds. (YN) bit her lower lip, eager to feel him inside her after several months.

In a slow but confident movement, he entered inside her making sure not to leave any centimeters out. They both moaned at the sensation and didn't move for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling. Progressively, Eddie couldn't hold on any longer and began to move at a normal pace, grunting like an animal.

"God, I hate you so much but this pussy is so wonderful.." He spoke between moans, admiring how his cock entered and left her with ease thanks to the wetness of both of them.

"Well, I hate you, you and your big fat cock.."

Eddie stopped dead when he heard her and in an unexpected movement he released her hands and grabbed her neck, bringing her back to his chest. Without warning he fucked her again, only this time with a rougher and more hateful rhythm. For (YN) it became impossible to hide her moans, the pleasure was absolute and did not seem to end.

"Moan, moan for me. Let everyone know that you will always be my fucking whore.." Eddie laughed as he heard pure moans coming from her mouth.

His balls rhythmically slapped against her clit, bringing sparks of pleasure to both of them. Her hands went to Eddie's arm that was holding her neck, noticing that out of desperation Eddie was still wearing his pants at the height of his ankles.

"Eddie..! Please..!" From the tone of her voice, he knew that she was ready to cum and it wouldn't be long until he did too.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.." Eddie repeated to the rhythm of each hard thrust, feeling her walls hug him as she cums.

(YN)'s legs shook but that didn't seem to matter to Eddie at all, who continued fucking her through her orgasm until he felt she was close. He brought his mouth to her neck, biting lightly as he stifled a moan of pleasure. After a few seconds he ended up inside her, without noticing that due to the force of his bite he had left a mark on her neck.

Slowly Eddie pulled out of her, letting some of his cum fall down her thighs and stain the floor. (YN) had to hold on to the couch to avoid falling to the floor because of how weak her legs felt. Eddie noticed and held her for a few seconds to make sure she was okay. Then, he pulled up his boxers and pants and acted as if nothing had happened, although his red cheeks and messy hair showed otherwise.

Neither of them said anything, there was no need to do so either. (YN) watched as Eddie walked to the exit but turned around before leaving.

"This doesn't end here. Soon I will regain my place on the team and you will be my whore inside the conservatory too."

Then, he left the apartment.

[almightyhamslice]

Sorry I have been inactive for ages!! I have come bakc with good news and bad news! The good news is I'm still drawing n I'm feeling ok! the bad news is the drawings are banban drawings LOL. Sorry to everyone who followed me for Kirby, I still am thinking abt it but I will return to it when I have more energy for it.

Anyhow the gist with this Banban redesign is he's still made of some flexible material (silicone or rubber???) but is also (partially) flocked. He's sort of jesterish/clownish and wears a mask because his true face is too frightening for children. He also wears party hats to cover his sharp keratinous growths (horns n tail tip). He has a guitar as a prop but I don't think he actually knows how to play-- he just likes strumming it purposelessly. I also gave him a bowtie! I've always wanted to give him one. It matches Banbaleena's bow and it's just so cute!

I like the idea that the banban sillies are made of clay but I must admit I've gotten really into animatronics and darkride attractions again n that was my main insp for this Banban design. Dreamieland especially. It's found lost media n it's rlly stylish and cute! Anyhow so since the Dreamieland animatronics have cute flocking so does my Banban design LOL. it's not very deep.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Okay okay with all the script hate for ATSV I'd like to at least take a moment to praise How they did Hobie right

And why they got Miguel wrong.

Mini-Ramble: The Concept of 'Can-dom'

a.k.a the writers really love Hobie and just fucking hate Miguel and it's borderline funny.

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So, you know we are called fans, and we have a fandom. The fandom writes 'fanon'.

But what do you call the group of people who write canon?

And can the people who write canon also be a fandom in and of itself?

As someone who has worked on TV and film sets in NYC - across a couple of different departments - I can assure you:

YES.

And they act JUST LIKE US.

And I call it Can-dom.

And there's no better example of this, than the ATSV script.

Look at how they talk about Hobie:

To the writer who described Hobie as 'strong, long, and skinny-hot' and his guitar as 'throbbing' idk what you were on that day but keep it up.

Look at them rubbing their little writer hands together going 'hehehe they're gonna love this mfer to death he's so hot'

Miles calling Hobie cool and Hobie agreeing is literally just the writers complimenting themselves on how insanely rad and attractive they made their own character. I love it.

They could've done so much worse or described him as rowdy or cocky or rough but they're just like 'he's hot. really fucking hot.'

And everybody was in on it.

The designers read the script and was like 'really really attractive? the coolest fucking guy you've ever seen? ok boss'

and then drew a black cop killer with natural hair and beautiful sharp black features

Then the animation team looked at Hobie and was like YEAH HE'S SUPER FUCKING COOL

Then made a supercool technology just for the insanely rad punk character

AND THEY WENT TO DANIEL KALUUYA and had him do the super cool ironic funny lines for the super cool rad fan-favorite-to-be character

And then the whole production team looked at Hobie and they all looked back at their work and his arc and lines and design and animation style and they were like

Because after months and months and months of collective effort and going 'this guy has to be so likeable that disliking him is almost a moral failing'

And then just like us they finally saw the finished product and we're like

'THAT'S A WRAP. CUT. SEND THIS SHIT TO THE PRINTERS. He can't get any cooler we did it.'

Cause as someone who has worked in TV & Film and had been in the offices I can tell you:

Screenwriters are not some big wigs that come to work in suits and sit around on chunky laptops in complete silence sending emails

They are normal ass people in a cramped ass office and cubicles who joke with their co-workers, come in in jeans and a 'casual tshirt', and sit there chilling revising the same script a dozen times because they came up with a new idea that HAS to be in it. And sometimes they be having dogs in the offices.

They're dorks just like us. That's how they got there. By obsessing over the tiniest minute shit in stories and getting way too into characters and writing out our little stories.

To think they were squealing about Hobie Brown this whole time for years while making him.

And then giving him to the fandom and we're like FUCKING THANK YOU HE'S OURS AND WE LOVE HIM.

I know a lot of the time it may come off as a shady corporation manipulating the punk aesthetic for revenue - while it is that - its also an office full of writers and animators and designers literally making a mini fandom between them and snickering at their own jokes and ideas as they write this story I love it

It makes me think that - while the language towards Miguel is like.. undoubtedly questionable and something of necessary discussion -

I also just think that the office fandom just.. didn't fucking like him.

Like in the writers room over time they didn't like him and wanted to bully him 'ayo this dude is a clown and he's wildin out like a BEAST'

And putting in lines of Gwen clowning him just because the writers wanted to make fun of Miguel 😭😭😭

like.. just the thought of that.

- and the thought of the ATSV writers team just ganging up on him only for the animation team to turn around and be like 'give him the thiccest ass imaginable. make it clap when he walk'

HILARIOUS.

And then for the production team to have to look at this script of Miguel and look at his dummy think design and just sigh and be like 'fine okay the lines are fine but you HAVE TO TONE THE ASS DOWN'.

We bully our OCs all the time

And yeah they took that shit wayyyy too far cause like... The Spot murdered people why are y'all not looking at him and also Gwens dad is an asshole

But a part of me feels like the writers and production were fandom before fandom was fandoming.

Just like us they hyperfixated on two characters, the same characters the fandom would later.

And like the fandom originally did, they really really liked Hobie and just REALLY REALLY REALLY didn't like Miguel.

We're all like 'haha let's bully the shit outta Miguel as a little treat' and then they start taking it too far 😭😭

I'm just going to lay myself to (semi-)peace with this thought. I know it's pure speculation - I repeat, speculation - but like, writers are genuinely just like us. I wouldn't put it past them.

With the way the script is narrated I wouldn't be surprised if the first draft they put

**MIGUEL collapses to the ground with GABRIELLA in his hands as she DEPIXELATES. A look is devastation crosses his face. Ha, get owned, you fucking idiot.**

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Also they absolutely know about fanfiction. I haven't heard them talk about it and I don't know how much they know. But they know.

They may not be in the shows fandom, but they've usually been into older fandoms like Star Trek and thus know about the fanfic and shipping stuff.

If you read this far!! Hey hi how ya doing thank you for listening to my rambling. I wouldn't call this a full essay cause it's just my thoughts and opinions and like.... thoughts???

Anyway here's Hobie to make up for the fact I just said a whole lotta nothing

(actual picture of me arsoning the Sony headquarters if they fuck up Hobies characterization and make me regret this post lol)

Bye.

[nayaaatv]

svt with guitarist s/o!

✰ ; pure fluff and maybe crack if u squint

warnings ; none (?)

wc ; 1.2k ♡

a/n ; this lowk makes no sense but ok! anyways im back >3<

[ members : ot13 ]

⋆｡˚ SEUNGCHEOL [승철]

; stop, he's the cutest. he finds it so hot like oh my god. watch him instantly pull out his phone when you say you feel like playing. if you ever decided to play him a song as a gift or something he will 100% start crying. he'll be tearing up flexing to his members and family 😭 oh and he definitely bought you like a custom guitar pick with your initials and cute lil doodles on em :>

⋆｡˚ JEONGHAN [정한]

; finds it super cool. he'll ask you to teach him how to play like you do, and then proceed to tease you in the process. he's a handful, but he's your handful. he says its because he wants to be better than you at playing, but its definitely because he wants you to do that cliche where you put your hands ontop of his while you strum the guitar together. not to mention his head spinning like crazy everytime you do seriously teach him how to play. he's always buying you stickers to decorate your guitar with and they're always so cute and funny. and lastly, he's constantly flexing about your talent. "yeah, they play the guitar!! theyre super cool right? right???" + spams the gc with recordings of you playing.

⋆｡˚ JOSHUA [조슈아]

; finds it super cool 2. always recommending you songs to practice or just play in general. yk joshua's happy shocked face? yea he gets that face everytime you play a song from his playlist (ahem... yk what song im talking about). he'll start singing and everything, most of the time it just forms into a 2 hour singing session. its just a super intimate moment for you both :(( he loves it sm, always admiring the face you make everytime you're super into the music.

⋆｡˚ JUN [준]

; he 100% thinks its super hot. like stop his knees get weak everytime he sees you playing or if you play infront of him. your skills literally lull him to sleep, when he really cant sleep when he's on vacation or on tour he'll literally spam call you in the middle of the night to play you a song so he can go to bed peacefully, and he does. "maybe it isn't the song playing, it could be the person playing it" -- like he will suddenly get the urge to kiss you when you're holding your guitar its so funny LMAOOOO

⋆｡˚ SOONYOUNG [순영]

; your biggest fan actually. endless praises left and right. goes absolutely insane when you tell him about a song you just finished learning recently. spams the gc with recordings of you playing 2. if you ever managed to learn his songs or like.. horangi power, he will SPRINT AROUND to find a microphone and sing along + posts a video of it everywhere (w ur permission ofc). if you ever had a gig or were performing with your band somewhere, he will be horanghae-ing in the crowd, always ♡

⋆｡˚ WONWOO [원우]

; he doesn't show it much, but seriously adores you so much when you play :'). especially when he's reading or doing any silent activity before going to bed, he always finds himself smiling and forgetting about the book as soon as your beautiful melodies start to play. baby actually sleeps like a baby afterwards. + he always cleans your guitar every once in a while when you're not home or when it starts looking a but dusty to him. "it makes me sneeze" well, it does, but i think we all know its 99% because he doesn't want you getting allergies.

⋆｡˚ JIHOON [지훈]

; lowkey nags you about it 24/7. "can you play this song?" - "you know how to play that?" - "wowowowow". again if you ever learned one of his songs he'll start praising you furiously and recording you like a mom at a dance recital. asks you if you could make acoustic covers with him hehe + helps you make a WHOLE SONG with his producer skills and everything. either way he's super proud of you. he's just so cute <3

⋆｡˚ MINGHAO [徐明浩]

; he's calm about it, but also finds it very cool and attractive. he does indeed also record like a mom. (im starting to feel like they'll all do this). his heart absolutely melts when he sees you so happy with your guitar. if you left it alone with him he'll protect it with his life, he's like cleaning around the place so nothing accidentally falls on it or something. he just really likes seeing you play, cause from his perspective, you're an absolute angel when you play. he loves it sm, he loves how you look so focused and happy :(((( he wants to AND WILL protect you and that guitar forever.

⋆｡˚ MINGYU [민규]

; he's on his knees, okay one knee. but to be honest i think he always forgets you know how to play and gets super surprised when you show him or tell him you do. AND LEGIT FOLDS EVERYTIME YOU DO. "WHAAATT WOAAHHHH" and like mumbled praises every 2 seconds, as if this isn't the nth time you've played infront of him. he's gonna give you those puppy eyes when he asks you to play one of his songs yk, and when you do he'll be so mesmerized like a baby playing peekaboo for the first time 😭

⋆｡˚ SEOKMIN [석민]

; he really wants to like do a duet with you, but despite his energetic and outgoing personality he's too shy to ask you ㅜㅜ. HE'S JUST SO AMAZED BY YOU YK?? he's like hoping you'll get the hint someday, but if he's inpatient he'll just secretly ask the company to email you or your band (if you have one) to do a duet or cover with him, but anyways he really likes this musical skill of yours. and supports every decision you decide to do with it :)

⋆｡˚ SEUNGKWAN [승관]

; ALSO TOO SHY TO ASK YOU TO DUET W HIM. but like he does it eventually, i also feel like (if you had one) he'd get along with your band well. like he'll remind you when its someones cats birthday like LMAOOO he's so cute stop. he'll go to every single one of your gigs too (if you had one 2). but if you played privately or if it was just a hobby he'd be just as supportive !!! he'll make you banners and everything what a cutie ㅠㅠ

⋆｡˚ VERNON [버논]

; also forgets that you know how to play, but is fully entertained when he finds you playing or atleast practicing. somehow manages to end up talking about your skills everytime he hears someone talking about bands or guitars like LMAO. imagine him at a fansign, the fan in question is talking about how shes taking guitar lessons so she can play one of their songs, and then vernon accidentally reveals your relationship by saying "oh, my s/o plays the guitar!! theyre really good, you should check them out!" and then he doesn't notice until like 5 mins later. LMAOOOO i love him

⋆｡˚ CHAN [찬]

; he thinks you're super cool 😖 like actually he'll get so nervous and blushy infront of you everytime someone brings it up or when you pull out your guitar. he'll legit start stuttering and everything he's so adorable help me. he definitely flexes to his friends and family too. ㅠㅠ♡

[ssho197]

my favourite things about xiao

i bought 2 sets of seth’s random xiao photo cards i’m excited

contents: slight slight nsfw? actually it’s not that slight but it’s not like FULL ON GRAHHHHH,, different au xiaos (modern au, idol au, high school au and also an au where he plays guitar)

i like to think about guitar player xiao, idk abt anyone else but people playing electric guitar is just so god damn attractive ESPCIALLY BASS GUITAR GOD FUCKJNG DAMMN i rlly like the way the bass sounds but i like to imagine guitar player xiao bc i wonder what those fingers could do..

i really like xiaos tattoos, this is kinda weird but if someone had xiao’s tattoo that would make them so much more attractive to me idk but i think that’s just me (i drew xiaos tattoo on one of my friends’ arm, image under the cut)

adding onto xiao’s tattoos i really like the one on his waist or lower stomach!! i feel like i’m being edged everytime i see fanart of it but they don’t show the tattoo any lower than his waist and i’m just frothing at the mouth but yea i really wanna see how low the tat goes GIGGLES SO HARD HDBDXJXJXJXJ

i like xiaos waist in general bc i really want to hold his waist if he were to hug me (or if he were to do smth else) i just like to see men small waist

i really like idol xiao but i just like to think about having the attention from the media of like, “oh my god!! who is this mysterious partner seen with the famous idol xiao??” i would like to see some angst between modern au idol xiao and his partner (aka me or aka us or aka y/n or reader)

i like to think about xiaos clothes and his shirt in game, i’ve seen so much about whether it’s a sheer shirt or if the “tattoo” on his lower waist is actually just a design on his shirt or not. i’m not sure which one i like more tbh

sometimes i think about delinquent xiao. skateboarding after school at the local abandoned skatepark, one of which we just happen to stumble across and use it as a hideout, where we meet xiao and blah blah blah whatever happens after that (idk why i associated skateboarding w delinquent xiao maybe this should be skater xiao instead)

i wanna do one more slight nsfw para but idk what to write it abt…………. i don’t want to do all the basic stuff like weiner size or fav position so imma brainstorm OK BACK right so he wouldn’t be very educated on IT right? so you’d have to be top for the first couple times before he understands it,, yes yes ik i’d rather have dom xiao too smh…..

i like xiaos quiet personality. i think i have a thing for quiet guys sometimes. i just like how they neither frown nor smile but when they smile, it’s when they’re with someone they truely care about. and i see xiao being like this. of course it’s not a huge teeth-bearing-ear-to-ear smile but more like a small chuckle or small smile that you catch out of the corner of your eye, this just makes your smile even brighter and you feel much more cheerful knowing that you’re the reason he smiled. (i really wish i had a relationship like this you don’t understand.)

[sparrowritings]

out of reach

pairing: semi x male!reader

summary: (y/n) has known semi since they played for band in middle school. (y/n) was sure that semi didn’t reciprocate his feelings after a failed confession years ago, but recent happenings have made it incredibly difficult for (y/n) to suppress those feelings.

warnings: (not actually) unrequited love

word count: 2.9k

a/n: first fic on here, i hope you enjoy!

“Oi Semi, what’s up with you today?” You question as the music abruptly stops, the echo of the crash cymbal reverberating across the practice room. 

Your hands were sore from the amount of time you guys had spent going over the same part of the song. It was the chorus, and you guys had perfected it over the past few months of practice. You didn’t know what was going on, but Semi kept missing his entrance to the chorus, coming in too early, or playing the chords to an entirely different section of the music. You set your bass back into its case, sighing. 

“I think we should stop here. This isn’t going anywhere and I think we shouldn’t push it today.” You say, zipping the case shut. You get up and walk back over to Semi, who is staring absentmindedly at his fingers on the fretboard. You place a hand on his shoulder, and he jerks in surprise, taking a step back. 

“Hey, if there’s anything wrong, you know you can tell us right?” You say, making eye contact. He averts his gaze, deciding that the floor was more interesting at that moment.

“I’m fine…I-I’m just tired, that’s it,” Semi says, relaxing his hands and allowing his guitar to hang from the strap.

“If you say so…” You reply, unconvinced, “but just so you know, I’ll always be there if you need to talk.” You step back over to your things.

“I’ll be heading out now, I’ll see you guys next week.” You say, flashing a thumbs up before leaving the music room to get back to your dorm. 

The weather was getting chillier, and the sun was setting earlier. By the time band practice was over, it was almost completely dark outside. A cool autumn breeze ruffled your hair, causing you to clutch the front of your blazer close. Today was strange; everyone had their off days, but it was unlike Semi to be so unfocused. Ever since you got closer to him in middle school, he had never been like this. Admittedly, your opinion may have been biased since you fell head over heels for the ash-blond after the first time you guys played together; him on the electric guitar, and you on the bass. When he dated his first girlfriend, you accepted the fact that he was always going to be out of your reach.

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of the door. Opening the door, you spot your roommate, Tendou sitting at his desk, typing away at something. You greet him, before setting your instrument down and setting your homework on your table. The plan was to do homework until you went to bed, but the sudden “ding!” coming from your phone abruptly distracted you from your train of thought.

Semi

(y/n)

come over now

please

ok i’ll be right there

seen 11:23pm

When you get to his room, the door is unlocked. You let yourself in, closing the door softly behind you. The room was dark, the only source of light being Semi’s desk lamp. Semi is curled up on his bed in fetal position, his phone lying face up next to his face. It was dim, but you could see his face. His eyes were watery and red. Like a magnet attracted to the opposite pole, you rush to his side kneeling next to the bed. 

“Semisemi, what’s wrong?” You feel a clench in your chest; you knew something was wrong today. 

He sits up, grabbing a few tissues from the tissue box lying on the bed. You get onto the bed too, sitting upright against the wall. Unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You rub soothing circles into his back, his form shaking. You had never seen him this vulnerable. You hand him more tissues as he slowly calms down, his sobbing now reduced to the occasional hiccup and sniffle. Even as his body stills, you continue gently stroking shapes into his back. He holds onto you just as tight as when he first looped his arms around you.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, and you zone out, staring at the few photos Semi had put up on the wall in front of his desk. You spot a Polaroid selfie that you had taken of the two of you right after a band performance in middle school. Semi had a fond smile on his face, while you had your arm around his shoulders, holding up a peace sign with your other hand. 

“Coach Washijou decided that I would be benched this season,” Semi mumbled into your shoulder. “He said that I’m not the setter the team needed, and they’re putting Shirabu in as a starter.”

Your eyes flit over to the taller male. Volleyball, along with the band were the two most important things in his life. You remember the day he announced to you that he was accepted to Shiratorizawa on a sports scholarship. The gleam in his eyes and the pride in his voice still stuck with you today.

“Semi, that doesn’t take anything away from who you are as a volleyball player.” You spoke softly, still staring at the wall across the room, “You’re still an amazing fucking setter and player, even if your playstyle isn’t what the coach is looking for.” You turn to look at the taller boy, the blankets rustling underneath you. 

He looks up at you, eyes still watery and bloodshot. Bringing your hands to his cheeks, you squeeze his face. “You’re amazing, and you’ll always be amazing Semi. Don’t forget that, ‘kay?”

After that night, you frequented his room more and more. Whether it was because he needed comfort, or because you wanted company, you found yourself in his room more often than not. You would talk about anything on your mind, and by the time you realized it, it was well into the night. You could talk about anything, and Semi would listen as if you were the only person in the world. You convinced Semi to keep putting his all in volleyball, and he decided to keep working hard on his serves.

All of this led to now. The two of you were sitting on Semi’s bed, backs against the wall, watching a show on Semi’s laptop. Your knees were touching under the covers, and pleasant warmth radiated from where you were touching. Your head was resting on Semi’s shoulder, and your eyes were drooping. The warmth under the covers, the white noise coming from the computer and the dim surroundings, everything felt pleasant. 

You woke up the next day to unfamiliar surroundings. Your gaze wandered over to the opposite wall, and you recognized the posters. Semi’s room. Then, you realized that there was an arm curled around you. Your shirt was slightly lifted, and a warm hand was on your abdomen. Your legs were entangled with Semi’s, and you were trapped. Blood rushed to your face. Why was it so hot in this room? You sat up abruptly, and got out of bed. Semi was startled awake, blinking slowly. 

“(Y/N)?” You freeze on your way to the door, looking back at the boy who just woke up, a sad smile on your face. You don’t say anything before you leave the room.

When you quietly enter the room that morning, Tendou was waiting for you. He sat on his chair, directly facing the door. You walk in, ignoring him, slumping face first into your bed. 

“Where were you last night?” Tendou inquired.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You huff into the pillow.

“Semi?”

You shot up. 

“What?! What makes you think that?” You ask, flustered. 

“Ah, so it is Semisemi.” Tendou responds with a shit-eating grin. You bury your face into your hands.

You sigh, staring at the ground.

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” You quickly packed your things, throwing your textbooks and pens into your backpack, before you rushed to the school building. As you enter the classroom, you’re reminded of when you woke up. English, a class you share with Semi.

You would normally sit next to him, but today you elected to sit by the window. You zoned out in class staring outside, the events of the previous night and earlier this morning replaying in you head like broken record. You could feel the ghost of his touch over your abdomen, and the pleasant bloom of warmth that danced across your skin when your knees touched. 

You knocked your water bottle off the table in your exasperation, and the entire class looked in your direction. You could feel the back of you neck heat up. You couldn’t wait for class to be over. The second the bell rang, you were out of your seat and out of the door, entirely missing the “(Y/N), wait!” that slipped from Semi’s mouth.

Semi

(y/n) we need to talk

Please

Seen 15:08

You read the text, turning your phone on the table so that the screen was face down. 

“Tendou, I need to talk to you.” Semi spoke as the two packed the stray volleyballs away.

“Is it about that jump floater? Well I think-”

“No it’s about-”

“(Y/N)?”

“No- wait- how did you know I was going to say that?”

“Well this morning (Y/N) came back into the room after being absent for the entire night.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Oh so it had to do with you.”

“What? I-” Semi paused, knowing that he was caught red handed. His cheeks warmed up. Semi paused. “(Y/N)’s been ignoring me all day. He hasn’t been responding to my texts either.” 

“Well, if you want my advice, you have to tell me what happened this morning.”

“Well-” Semi averted Tendou’s eyes, “Yesterday night (Y/N) was over and ended up falling asleep. He looked so peaceful that I couldn’t bear waking him up, so I let him stay the night.”

“And how did you feel about that?”

“I’m… not opposed to it..”

“Oh? Does Semisemi have a crush?~” Tendou teased. 

“And if he does?” Semi responds, a defiant look crossing his face. 

“Ohoho~ You should tell (Y/N).” 

“I don’t think he likes me back though.” Semi said quietly.

“I still think you should tell him. He deserves to know, don’t ‘ya think?” Semi opened his mouth to say something, but Tendou cut him off before he could make any sound. “Plus, didn’t (Y/N) convince you to continue volleyball before you almost decided to quit entirely?”

Semi hesitated. Casting his eyes down. 

“Okay.”

It had been three weeks since you last spoke to Semi. You made sure to stay out of his way, and you didn’t respond to his texts. You could tell he was trying to find an opportunity to talk to you, but you didn’t want to deal with it. You had already gone through this once, you didn’t want to do it again.

You were planning on confessing to him that day. You bought a single gardenia as a gift to go along with your confession, along with his favourite chocolate bar. When you got to him that day after classes, he was with a girl that he was hanging out with a lot lately. You thought nothing much of it. Well, until Semi introduced you to his new girlfriend. You had thrown the gardenia away and cried to Tendou about it that day.  

It had worked, up until recently. You were partially mad that you had forgotten how much it hurt the last time you felt that way.

“Oi (Y/N),” Tendou’s voice pulled you out of your reminiscing, “I’m headed to Ushiwaka’s, I’ll be back in a bit.” You give him an absentminded nod before he exits the room.

Seconds later, you hear a few knocks at the door. You rolled your eyes, opening the door. 

“What did you forget this time-” You said, fully expecting to be faced with the red head, catching yourself as you realized it was the very person you were trying to avoid the past three weeks.

“(Y/N). We need to talk.” Semi says, standing in front of your door. You try to close it, but he catches it with his foot. 

“Why have you been ignoring me? Was that night too much? Did I do something? Why can’t you just tell me what I did?” 

“It’s… not you-” You say as you try to formulate a response.

“Then what is it? Why won’t you talk to me?” Semi fires back, a bit louder this time.

“Do you really want to know?” You raise your voice.

“I do.” Semi stared into your eyes, rooting you in place. 

“It’s because I like you okay? And I have since we played in the band together in middle school. I thought back then that maybe you’d return my feelings, but you’re obviously not into guys. I was going to confess to you the day you introduced me to your first girlfriend, you know?” You paused, your voice trapped behind the lump forming in your throat.

“(Y/N), I-” Semi starts, taking a step back.

“I promised that I would let go of those feelings, but how could I? How could I when you held me like there was more going on between the two of us? How could I when you treated me like you returned my feelings? Do you like toying with my feelings?” You took a breath, wiping away the tears that had built up in your eyes, refusing to let them drop. 

“There. I’ve ruined our f-friendship,” Your voice dropped, “I-I don’t know what I was thinking- I-I,” You wipe your cheeks again, tears now readily running down your face.

“Eita- I- I’m sorry,” You slam the door shut in his face, leaning against the other side of the door and sliding down to sit on the floor, hugging your knees.

When Tendou returns to the room, he is surprised that something was behind the door, stopping him from opening it all the way. He had known about Semi coming over; he had coordinated it after all. He finds you still curled up at the foot of the door, inside the room. 

“Hey (Y/N), you’re okay, you’re okay,” Tendou immediately switches to comfort mode, fetching the tissue box and handing it over to you. It was almost striking how similar this situation was to the time when your confession to Semi didn’t go to plan. When he calmed you down, he went out and fetched your favourite flavour of ice cream, listening to you as you ranted about how Semi would never return your feelings. When you went to take a shower, Tendou took the opportunity to find out what the fuck had happened.

Tendou

oi semisemi

what the fuck did you do

i thought the plan was to confess to (y/n)? why did i find him curled up and crying when i got back?

i didn’t have any time to say thing before he shut the door on me

don’t worry i’m going to fix it

Seen 21:46

Later that night, you were mindlessly scrolling, trying to distract your mind from everything that had happened today. Tendou had gone out for a shower when you heard knocks at the door. Reluctantly, you slip out of your covers and open the door.

It was Semi.

You stared down at your feet, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore… I’m sorry I got so emotional earlier, I-”

“(Y/N), you didn’t give me the-”

“No! It’s alright, I’ll get over this, I-”

“(Y/N), listen to me!” You look up at his brown eyes. “You didn’t give me the chance to respond. I need you to know that I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I like you too, and I’m mad at myself that I wasn’t able to tell you earlier.” The words don’t register in your head.

“What do you mean-” Semi caresses your jaw, pulling you into a gentle kiss. You don’t feel fireworks and electricity, but instead a gentle warmth, like the sunlight that filters into your room on a slow afternoon. It was walking down the grass slope to the river on long summer days; the afterglow of nailing a band performance after sleepless nights; going out for late night ramen after Semi’s volleyball practice, and so much more. You kiss back after the initial shock wears off, placing one hand on his hip and the other behind his head, deepening the kiss. 

When you part for air, Semi pushes you against the door, going in for another kiss, before you two are interrupted. 

“Guys I’m really happy for you but please get a room~” Tendou approaches from the end of the hallway in a towel, his shower basket in his other hand.

You both flush, and you bury your head into Semi’s chest, hiding your embarrassment. 

When Tendou enters the room and leaves the two of you in the hallway, Semi pecks your forehead. He looks at you with a look that could only be described as pure adoration, and for the first time since middle school, what you longed for was no longer out of reach.

[riatheghoul]

The Summoning

Pairing: DPR IAN x Black Reader

Song: The Summoning By Sleep Token

Warnings: smut, p in v(not explicitly stated), lots of praise, use of pet names: baby, pretty girl, dear, darling(come on you know why😏) also sir for Ian, this is my first smut and I don’t think I ate this up y’all please give me feed back in the comments.

Word count: 2,312

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION AND ITS ALSO UNEDITED

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224

I heard my song. But it was in a different form or maybe even a different genre. Something about this time felt different. It felt like a spiritual awakening. And God that base it’s like it’s calling out to me, I need it. When my body finally relaxed on the ground below me, I realized I was on a stage and there were about 4 other people looking at me in awe.

“Wow that really worked!” the long-haired one’s mouth swung open. You looked around trying to get a feel of your surroundings before your eyes locked with his. Eyes that told a story and tattoos that illustrated it for the whole world to see. You can practically taste the sexual energy emulating off of him. I wonder that would happen if I- your thoughts were interrupted by the one with the undercut “so we kinda need your help” you stared at him “well were gonna need to hurry it up here because I have things to do” you commented “actually let me start with a few questions first before we get into the serious stuff yeah?” your voice smooth like silk. All of them nodded in agreement “ok” you began “so first I need names and things like that, then I need to know what position I’m supposed to be in so that it benefits all of you. From what I’ve observed you guys are a band and most band have a knack for gangbangs which I don’t mi-” your blabbering was cut short by the drummer “wait you think we want to fuck?!?!”

Your face was disdainful “well I’m a succubus which Is a demon that feeds off of sexual energy. Most people summon me because they want just that, sex” you explained. You hear a voice to the left of you “Fuuuuuuucccccck” he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose “cream when you went the crazy witch lady what spell did you ask for” he questioned looking at undercut who now have noted it named cream. “Well, I asked her if she had a spell that could help us bring in an audience and she looked me up and down and handed me the song” he answered holding up his hand in defense. The short haired one let out a frustrated breath and turned to look at him out of habit “ok first things first we don’t want sex” you pouted at him hoping that he would change his mind, but he didn’t even look into your eyes. He continued “and as for names mine is Christian but everyone calls me Ian, the one with the sort of long hair is artic, the one on the keyboard is cream, and the silent one is live.” You nodded looking around at the four boys in front of you.

“I’m Vespera” you said still slightly confused on why they needed you, so, you asked. “Oh yeah sorry…” Gojo apologized “Can you play electric guitar?” he asked and you looked at him even more confused then you started. “Our electric guitarist split and we only summoned you so that you can replace him and attract people so, can you play?” he asked basically pleading with his eyes. You sighed snapping your fingers and an guitar appeared in your hands. You began to play, losing yourself in the music and before you knew it you guys were on in 5 minutes. You were just finishing your makeup for the show when Ian walked in. You looked up at him through the mirror smirking “how do I look?” you said with all of the innocence you could muster up and it seemed to work because he bit his lip. When he noticed what he was doing he snapped out of it “you look great” he coaxed. You pouted then tilled your head at him “just great?” you questioned he took in a deep breath “you look beautiful” he answered sincerely.

You got up walking over to him not realizing how short you were compared to him but here you were looking up at him while he looked down at you. You stood on your tip toes and placed a small kiss on his neck “thank you” you whispered before you left the room to put your in ears on. After everyone gathered themselves you guys stepped on stage to perform. You used your temptation powers to get everyone’s attention as soon as you guys stepped out. When the song started you started playing and feeding off of the energy from the few people looking at you with hungry eyes in the crowd. The only person that you could think of was Ian. The way he looked at you. The way he bit his lip. The way his neck felt on your lips. You were staring and he noticed just in time for your shared solo. When you guys met in the middle of the stage to play together the tension was so thick it was suffocating. You wanted his so bad it made you sick. No one mortal or immortal has ever made you feel this way about them. As soon as the song was over you guys walked of stage and the crowd was screaming like the dead. That was the most fun you’d had in a long time.

After a few hours of celebration, the guys got into a taxi and started telling the driver where to go. The boys were in the middle of a tour, and they were staying at a hotel nearby. When you guys got there each of the boys were either to tired or to drunk to say good night. Everyone started walking down the hallway or rooms then you stop clearing your throat to get their attention. “Hey guys whose room am I sleeping in tonight?” you asked the boys looked around at each other. “I think Ian should do it he’s the one who lost tonight’s bet anyway” cream slurred Ian’s eyes widened “man fine” he grumbled leading the way to his suite. Once inside all you guys did was stare at each other for a while. You the realization that the tension never shifted after the show dawned upon you and before you knew it he was kissing you. The kiss was full of passion and something else that you could quite put your finger on. He pulled away from you to catch his breath “I’m sorry I should have-” you interrupted him “please don’t start that shit and kiss me or I swear I’ll-” now it was his turn to interrupt you he grabbed your throat pulling your body to his. You looked his deep into his eyes and tried to read his mind but there was nothing. I guess this is what Edward felt like with Bella- your time to think was short lived when you felt his lips met yours again. But it was only for a short time you whimpered no longer feeling his lips.

“God you’re so pretty baby” he praised you heart skipped a beat and all you could do was whine and pout. “Unh uh come here” he said lifting you as if you weighed nothing then placing you on the edge of the bed. He kissed your neck leaving a few hickeys here and there causing a few moans to slip out. He got down on his knees and rested his arms on either side of you as if it were to keep you trapped. “I’m gonna taste you please say yes” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. You nodded your head and in return he shook his “no baby I need to hear you say it. I need your permission” something about him asking for your permission pulled at your heart strings. No one had ever ask for permission before but here he was making sure to have your full consent and god did it affect you. You could feel your arousal seeping through your panties, practically dripping on to the bed sheets. “yes please~” you urged grabbing his hands and placing them at the waistband of the mini skirt you wore tonight “yes what pretty girl?” he asked as he kissed up your thighs never breaking the eye contact he had with you. “p-please sir~” you whispered but only loud enough for him to hear

“good girl~” he coed at you “lift your hips for me” he requests and you do as your told after your bottoms are off he sits there admiring your pussy. The way it clenched on the air around it. the way it glimmered in the light of the full moon outside. He just had have a taste. He dipped his head down between your thighs devouring you as if this was the last time he’d ever get to touch a woman. Every flick of his tongue felt like heaven and it just made your cries grow louder and louder. You hips bucked against him want more “that’s it baby ride my face” he instructed pulling you closer to him fucking his tongue into you in the process. “I’m gonna cum please I need to cum” you begged him through the moans that escaped your throat. He pulled away from you and grabbed your hands “don’t look away” he instructed. All you could do was nod then he went back to tongue fucking you. You held your head up holding eye contact with him It was only a matter of second before you came. It was all too much. The eye contact. Him holding your hands. Your eyes rolled in to the back of your head as you came down from your high squeezing his hands with all your might. “That was the first time that any mortal has ever made me cum that hard” you confessed as your breathing slowed. He got up half way and kissed you. You took that as a way of him claiming his victory and you. He pulled away standing up straight taking of his belt “I was going to make you suck me off but I need to be inside you now say yes” he said taking his pants off “yes fuck yes~” you sat up taking of top you wore and scooted yourself further on the bed. He followed sit in between as you and you basically started drooling looking at the tent in his boxers. “it’s ok baby” he reassured “Go ahead. Touch it” he almost dares you. You take it out yourself stroking it a few times just to add some more lubrication thought you don’t really need it. small groans fell from his lips and fuck he sounded so fucking sexy it throw you off your train of thought. “slide it inside you dear” he urged and you listened. He let out a noise that you’d kill to hear over and over and over again. Once he was finally all the way in he started to move.

In the beginning it was slow deep strokes you could practically feel him kissing your cervix. “Fuck please~” you moaned he shook his head at you “you have one more chance to correct yourself darling” he warned “please sir faster~” you begged. He picked up his pace fucking into you like a crazed man making sure to hit your spot as many times as possible. He grabbed your face ”I want you to ride me yeah?” he asked, you nodded your head vigorously. He turned over so you could stratal him putting his hands on your hips. You began bouncing up and down on him moving the fastest that you could in your sleepy state. “come on honey I thought guys fed off of sexual energy” he stated recalling the answer you gave to their earlier questions. “I do but I still need sleep what goes up must come down” you answered stopping your tempo “but I can use the last of my energy on you then take it back while I sleep” you offered he nodded at you “make it quick baby I need to cum” he quipped. You gathered all of the energy you got so far and began bouncing again and this time the amount of energy you posses is scary but you can handle it. “YES YES YES YES YES YES~” you chanted “that’s it baby keep going don’t stop” he groaned gripping your waist “I swear to god if you stop you won’t be cumming tonight do you understand me?” you nodded. “No please I need to come please let me come. I’m so close please tell you are too” he began fucking into you just to help “yes baby I am don’t fucking stop” you both kept going until you guys came at the same time. He pulled you down by your neck kissing you deeply “good job baby, now what do you say?” he asked while kissing your forehead softly regaining his breath “t-thank you sir” you answered “good girl come let’s get you cleaned up.” He said pulling out of which earned a whimper. He went to the bathroom after tucking Himself back into his boxers. When he go back a few minutes later he had a warm wet towel that he used to clean in between your legs.

After checking in on you and a shit tons worth of praise he laid down next to you holding you close to him fearing that any second you could leave and never come back. “since you a demon and all does that mean our deal is up and you have to go do other things or people?” you shook you head at him sleepily “no our deal isn’t up and even if it was I kinda like being in a band” he chucked half way asleep “good because your mine now”

A/N (before official post): i think yall are gonna like this

A/N (after official post): i worked really hard on this and its my longest x black reader as of right now please enjoy and comment, repost and all that fun stuff MY REQUEST ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT TO AND ALSO TO GET ON MY TAGLIST JUST LET ME KNOW AND I CAN ADD YOU ok enough yelling love ya byeeeeeee~

[little-cereal-draws]

Ok somebody said that Puss, Kitty, and Perrito are a road trip family so here are some headcanons:

• kitty gets really bad road rage. She'll be yelling and cursing at ppl to get out of her way and it's like a grandma w a broken leg

• perrito must put everything they come across in his mouth. And if it doesn't try to get out of his mouth... it's going down the hatch (1000 points to whoever gets that reference)

• this has led to a lot of moments where puss and kitty are like "what's in ur mouth" and he just stares at them and starts chewing faster while they try to pry his mouth open

• Puss brings his guitar and sings the whole time. After four hours, Kitty has had enough. Perrito has had enough after four days. Puss keeps singing anyway

• kitty violently smashes the guitar

• perrito gets road sick a lot. Not bc he’s prone to motion sickness but bc he keeps eating random crap and the cart jiggles it around inside of him

• Puss can’t stand the sight of throw up, it makes him sick too. Normally as long as he doesn’t look at it and sings over the barfing noises, he can tough it out but if he lets himself think abt it too much… well let’s just say the cart REAKS now

• perrito likes to stop at every. single. roadside attraction, even the ones that are obvious scams

• Puss and Kitty complain every time abt how cringey and stupid it is and make fun of it while perrito genuinely has a good time

• despite his complaining, Puss will occasionally ask Kitty to take one of those touristy photos of him where it looks like he’s kicking over a statue, holding up a bridge, etc (like what ppl do at the tower of Pisa)

• he needs everyone to know that he went to those locations and that he’s so big and strong he could kick it over (even if it’s an illusion)

• perrito likes to buy one souvenir object from every place they go to too. Key chain, magnet, pen, snow globe, doesn’t matter. He also likes those keychains w names on them and gets a different one every time

• he explains that it started as he was traveling around before he lived at Mama Luna’s and was trying to pick a name for himself. Now he’s just trying to collect all the names

• they try to explain that’s not how these are supposed to work but he doesn’t listen

• Puss discovers the souvenir shot glasses and starts collecting those under perritos guidence

• they now have a growing mountain of useless crap in the back of the wagon and kitty loves to complain abt how they’re never going to use any of it

• they know it’s secretly grown on her tho bc there have been a couple times where they’ve forgotten to buy smth and she’ll run back in and grab smth for them really quick

• if they stay in a hotel, they can all easily fit in one bed if it’s person sized. Kittys on the left, Puss is on the right, and perrito likes to sleep at the foot

• ofc every morning they all accuse each other of snoring and kicking and sleep talking and stealing the blankets but they don’t actually have a way to prove it so eventually it gets dropped. Until the next morning when they do it all again

• if they’re sleeping on the side of the road w the cart, cuddle piles are much more common. They all secretly love them but pretend it’s just for warmth. Except perrito. Perrito is very vocal about his love of cuddles

And I’ll probably add more but that’s what I have rn

[not-available-for-comment]

“Image-obsessed celebrity can’t be struggling behind the scenes because being ultra-famous and almost pathologically protective of your public image is famously a very mentally healthy experience with no psychological downsides” is just as much of a dogshit parasocial take as “famous straight conventionally attractive if sometimes cryptic celebrity is leaving secret puzzles to prove to me specifically that she’s gay”.

You don’t know these people. YOU DON’T KNOW THESE PEOPLE. You can just like or dislike the music and it will be ok. I will not send the art cops to your house. Go to a coffee shop and put a tenner in the busker’s guitar case if you’re that exercised about it.

Also, not for nothing, being wealthy can be helpful with mental illness, but pushy stage parents and legions of obsessive fans historically Are Not. We’ve somehow blown straight past “money can’t buy happiness but it can pay for rent and doctor’s appointments which sure fucking help” to “no rich person has had a real problem ever” and I regret to inform you that that second statement is what the original platitude is about. It is, tragically, possible to have rent and groceries and doctors bills and cute clothes paid for without a second’s thought and still have a bad time of it, because even rich people are human beings who come from families of human beings and have human friends and lovers and staff and coworkers and part of the human condition is that sometimes some of us suffer.

I get the impulse to be resentful of someone singing about having a hard time when the spare change from between her couch cushions would easily save your life. I’ve been through a period of my life where I tried not to obviously resent my friends for *having food*. It’s ok if you can’t listen to her for that reason and in fact I’d argue that you shouldn’t. It’s painful, and it’s not the kind of pain that produces anything worthwhile, just more resentment. But “she’s making up alcoholism for clout” is such a deeply stupid way to phrase that. You don’t know her. What if she isn’t? What if she IS? Making up personas is literally part of her brand. Do you need a hug? Sincerely. I think a hug would maybe be more productive here. I’m sorry things are hard. It’s not fair. You’re right. It isn’t.

I just think one slightly overexposed pop singer is maybe not the main reason it’s hard.

[blueberry-macaron]

Anyway here’s a little Migration fix-it with Lukanette I wrote for @airi-p4 based on this post ☺️💙 (Airi I‘m sorry this took so long kdhskahshs)

Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

Enjoy!

Gold record stepped through the portal on the Eiffel tower, ready to capture Luka. As he threw his golden record at the guitarist, Ladybug got herself into position, ready to strike as soon as the akumatized villain would be off guard. All according to plan.

The golden record touched Luka and he immediately turned into a light blue record floating in the air.

Now's the tim-

„I love Marinette~“

Ladybug froze.

„You know, I'll tell you who I love~ The most amazing, talented and smartest girl I know~ Funny and brave as well, the most extraordinary girl~ It's Marinette, you know, I love Marinette, you know~“

Ladybug watched the record wide eyes as Luka sang... about his feelings? For her?

Luka still had feelings for her??

„Her eyes are the prettiest blue, you know, like have you seen them?“

Ladybug blinked a few times, the mission completely forgotten as her attention was now entirely on Luka's song. A song she definitely hadn‘t expected at all.

She had been sure that after their break-up, it was over between them.

They were buddies now. Really good buddies. Especially considering how he had seemingly doubled down on his support of the, as Alya had called it, „Adrinette train“, she had assumed that any sort of romantic attraction, at least on his part, must've eventually worn off. Which she would understand, honestly. She had been a complete disaster as a girlfriend, of course Luka would move on quickly, and she knew that such a pure soul deserved better. So so much better.

„M'lady?“, Chat's voice spoke through the little ear piece. „Is everything okay? What about the plan?“

„Hold on,“ Ladybug replied. Even though she was still aware that letting Vinyl Luka sing could end with their identites being exposed, but then again, his heart seemed to have other priorities she was very interested in listening to.

„She'd the sweetest and I hope she's happy forever,“ the song went on, „from the bottom of my heart, you know. She's wonderful and and hot, I hope she knows~“

Ladybug slapped a hand over he mouth to keep herself from squealing. Luka wanted nothing but for her to be happy? And to know that she's wonderful? And hot!? Nobody has ever called her hot before! The thought of Luka thinking of her as hot… yeah that definitely did things to her…

Wait, what was she thinking??

„The most extraordinary girl, clear like a musical note, you know~“

Ok, now that was just entirely unfair! As if the entire thing hadn't already caught her completely off guard, this line gave her full on deja-vu, how Luka rested his hand on her shoulder to look deep into her eyes, smiling like she was the most precious thing he had ever seen to just casually drop the most beautiful love confession she had ever heard in her life, something even Adrien couldn‘t top.

„I love her more than my guitars, you know~“

Ladybug was too captivated to register anything that wasn't Vinyl Lukas singing, that she didn't realize her partner standing next to her until he poked her. She jumped with a loud „Agh!“

„M‘lady, what‘s going on?“, he asked confused.

„What are you doing here?,“ she scuffed, „didn‘t I tell you to stay put?“

„You weren‘t reacting and I got worried, so I came to look if everything‘s okay,“ he explained in a defensive tone, „What are you doing, what happened to ‘needing to do this quick, otherwise he tells Monarch out secret identities?‘ “

Ladybug fumbled with the needle. „Uhh… oh that. Well, he hasn‘t done that yet, so… uh…“

Shit, was she still blushing? God, hopefully Chat won‘t notice…

„So what, you wanna- wait a sec…“

Chat's ears pointed to the vinyl. „Is he singins about… Marinette?“, he muttered more to himself than anyone else, his tail flipping seemingly irritated. Ladybug swallowed. Chat sounded as if he was jealous. If he got jealous and threw a tantrum in any way, they were screwed…

Then again, didn’t he reject Marinette himself not too long ago? He had no reason to care…

Expect judging by the way he narrowed his eyes at the Luka record (which was now singing about getting lost in the bluest eyes, making Ladybug‘s mind go „same“ followed by a panicked „wait what am I thinking??“), maybe he wasn‘t so unbothered by that after all.

… What was his problem with Luka's love confession?

… and more importantly why was she the complete unbothered, quite thrilled even, by Luka's love song?

„Okay, let's end this,“ Chat said, then ran.

---

Golden record inspected the Luka record with a confused look.

„Wow, that's lame,“ he noted. „Nobody in this family has any talent. I'll teleport you to spa-“

The butterfly mask appeared over his face. „No! He knows their identites, he‘ll sing them any minute now…“

„Monarch, he's been going on non-stop with compliments and love confessions for 10 minutes, I don't think-“

The mask popped up again. „He‘ll sing!“

„Oh, just give it up already, this is getting pathetic. You'll find another way!“

He was about to open the portal to space, when suddenly, he was struck to the ground, his golden record flying in the air, only for Chat Noir to yell „Cataclysm!“ and turn it into dust.

Then a swarm of small ladybugs washed over him.

---

Luka sat up on the floor, looking around confused before the events of ten minutes ago came back to him, when he had lured the akuma to the Eiffel tower. And... oh god!

Had the plan worked? He hopefully hadn‘t said anything, right? Right??

Chat Noir walked up to him, offering a hand to help the musician stand up.

„Thank you,“ Luka muttered, still feeling a little dizzy, „Did the plan work?“

„Sort of,“ Chat said with a netral expression, „We had to improvise, but we won. It's all good now.“

„So I didn‘t blabber your identities?“

„No, you did not,“ Chat replied, rolling his eyes.

Luka smiled relieved. „Ok, good.“

He turned around to Ladybug, standing a few feet away. As soon as his gaze met hers, her cheeks became as red as her superhero suit and she looked away.

„Uuhh, yeah,“ she stammered, „Y-you didn't do anything wrong, you were hot- I mean perfect. Perfect.... bait. For the akuma. Akuma bait. Yeah.“

She rubbed her neck with her hand, looking entirely too flustered. Luka found that awfully cute.

„M'Lady, are you not feeling well? Your face is red,“ Chat noted sounding a little bitter.

Ladybug fumbled with her hands. „Uh, what? But of course not, I'm perfectly fine. I've never felt better my entire life! Don't worry about me, Luka was the one who got hit by golden record!“

She slowly looked at Luka again. „How do you feel? Are you okay?“

Luka smiled. „I'm okay, thanks to you.“

She gave him a shy smile back.

„Oh you little…!“

A voice caught their attention. Oh right, they‘ve completely forgotten about Mr. Roth, who was just getting up again, looking angry. „You take right after your father, Jagged Junior. You‘re just as talentless as the rest of this talentless family!“

„Wha- you take that back!“, Ladybug exclaimed, „You wish you had just an ounce of his musical abilities, you-“

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turn around to see Luka was now standing next to her, a calm smile on his face. „Even though I appreicate you standing up for me, don‘t bother with him, it‘s no use. Really, his words don‘t hurt me.“

Ladybug met his eyes and the way he smiled at her made her lips form into a smile as she was hit by another deja-vu. From when they had stood up to him together after he had stolen their work. They did make a pretty good team, huh?

„Ahem,“ Chat brought the attention back to him. He seemed even more annoyed than before. „So yeah, the day is saved and everything's wonderful, I’ll just take care of of more thing.“

Then he walked right over to Bob Roth, grabbed the man and threw him off the plattform.

Ladybug and Luka gasped. „Chat!“

„Don‘t worry, I‘ll catch him,“ Chat said as he casually walked over to the egde of the platform, then turned around again.

„Before I go,“ he turned around one last time looking at Luka, sounding a little cocky, „cute song, but I‘m afraid that it’s not going to work out between you two. Marinette's already taken.“

Luka furrowed his brows in surprise, but before he could ask any follow-up questions, the cat hero leaped off. He hurried over to the edge of the platform, Ladybug following him, to see Chat indeed catching Bob just in time.

„What the… I can‘t believe he just threw a man off the Eiffel tower!“, Ladybug uttered in disbelief. „What is with this guy?“

„Well, at least he caught him,“ Luka said, not sure what to make of that strange situation.

He looked over to Ladybug and met her eyes. „You okay?“

Ladybug clung to the railing, opening her mouth only to close it again and advert her gaze, blushing again. Luka blinked confused. After telling her he knew her identity, he expected her to act more upset. He wasn‘t entirely sure how to interpret this reaction.

„Ladybug, I-“

„Did you mean what you just sang?“, Ladybug blurted out, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth. „S-Sorry, didn‘t mean to yell… I-I mean... uhm...“

Luka tilted his head. „Is everything okay? Did I say… or sing something weird...?“

„Not at all,“ Ladybug reassured him, still blushing, „It's just that... you said something about… well…“

Luka took a few steps in her direction, closing the distance between them and put his hand on her shoulder. „Okay, let‘s try to calm down first, shall we? So deep breaths in-“

„Oh my god, Luka,“ Ladybug exclaimed irritated, „you just casually sing a song about how I‘m hot and you love me more than you love your guitars and expect me to pretend like I‘m fine?!“

Ladybug slapped a hand over her mouth. God, why did she never think before speaking??

Luka didn‘t move. He just blinked at her, processing what she had just said, until his eyes went wide and his furious blush matched hers.

„Wha- I mean, uhm… oh, I sang that?“ he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. „Wow… huh, so that‘s what Chat meant earlier. Well, glad we have this mystery uncovered.“

„It doesn‘t matter what he said,“ Ladybug rolled her eyes, thinking back to Chat’s unnecessarily rude attitude from earlier. „But… Luka, is it true? Do you love me?“

There was a hopeful glimmer in her eyes and she found herself wishing that he‘d say yes. Please say yes.

Luka held her gaze for a few seconds before looking down to his shoes. „Well, the akuma did make us share what‘s in our hearts, so…“

There was a moment fo silence between them, Ladybug taking a few seconds to fully process what Luka had just admitted to. But once she did, she felt her heart beating faster. Just like back then, when he had told her how he felt for the first time. Only that this time, he didn‘t walk away right after.

„B-but that shouldn‘t matter… you‘re taken, like Chat said, and I‘m not getting in the way. You‘re happy this way and that‘s all that-“

„But am I really?“

Luka finally looked up again.

„I mean,“ she continued, „if I really was so sure, wouldn‘t I be with the supposed boy of my dreams already? Instead of constantly feeling insecure about myself and actively avoiding him? And what does it mean that me learning about another boy loving me doesn‘t make me feel upset? And instead made me doubt a decision that… actually was mostly made for me?“

Luka tilted his head. „W-what do you mean?“

Ladybug shrugged.

„Maybe I‘m not so sure after all. I was happy when you were my boyfriend back then. A different kind of happy. A… less stressful happy?“

Luka chewed on his lips. „But that didn‘t work out because I was noisy and couldn‘t handle you having secrets you didn‘t want to share. So… I don‘t know…“

Ladybug stepped closer and looked deep into his eyes. He was thrown off guard by how close she was standing to him all of a sudden and swallowed.

„You being upset about somebody lying to you doesn‘t make you a bad person, you know?“

„But I shouldn‘t have tried to reveal it either!“

„You were akumatized, Luka.“

„But I could‘ve resisted,“ he said, „and I didn‘t. And then I found out on accident and kept it from you. I messed up big time and honestly, I‘m not sure I even deserve yout trust ever again. I just… I‘m so sorry for keeping quiet about this for so long. If I just had said something sooner, I could‘ve avoided this whole thing and…“

Ladybug didn‘t reply. She‘d lie if she said she didn‘t mind at all, it did hurt a little, knowing he hasn‘t been honest with her. But…

„You had good intentions,“ she said, „and I know we both didn‘t handle the situation perfectly, but that‘s really because of reasons we had no control over. I know keeping secrets this big in a relationship can hardly work out but…“

She took his hand in hers.

„But now we know our secrets, right?“

Luka blinked a few times, then smiled a little relieved. „Y-yes, I guess we do…“

Ladybug smiled. „I want to make a confession. I‘m actually a little happy you know. And understand why we had to end things. It was never because I didn‘t like you, I did. I really did…. And I think I still do.“

Now Luka was the speechless one.

„But… Adrien…?“

Ladybug shrugged. „I don‘t know. He still holds a special place in my heart, but… I feel so stressed out all the time. He sang a song for me few days ago and I completely freaked out and maybe that‘s a sign that… we‘re not meant to be romantic with each other. With you, it‘s different. With you, I feel like… it‘s okay to be myself.“

She squeezed his hand and smiled even wider. „Just myself.“

Luka chuckled and looked away for a moment, trying to hide his blush before realizing there‘s no use and looking back at Ladybug.

„So… what now?“

„Well… if you want, we could maybe… go out sometime?“, said Ladybug, „I mean, there‘s a chance I might have to do superhero but, but…“

„We can do something spontaneous,“ Luka suggested. „And if you have to go, I‘ll wait for you. Since I know you’ll come back.“

Ladybug smiled. „That sounds lovely.“