#guitarist!xavier

[lovetorn]

tonight you are mine — xavier thorpe

Guitarist!Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: Enid invites you to a gig with her new band, which leads to a certain guitarist taking an immediate interest in you.

Warnings: a little suggestive, singing (yes, this is a warning), idk music

A/N: i love this one, and i hope you will too.

W/C: 2.6k

“I promise you’ll love them. They’re like brothers to me. Except for Ajax, of course.” Enid giggled. “This is gonna be awesome!” 

You smiled as she spoke over the sound of her pink Doc Martens slapping the concrete. Enid carried a tote bag full of what you didn’t know. All you had was your phone and a lip gloss tube, clueless as to why Enid insisted on taking so many belongings to the gig. 

Enid only joined her boyfriend’s band as a lead singer last month, and you hadn’t seen them perform yet. You had never met the other two original band members, only Ajax, as he and Enid were almost attached at the hip. Enid had you listen to some demos over the few weeks she had been a part of it all, and you were beyond proud of your best friend.

“I think there’ll be a huge turnout tonight. Xavier told his college friends, and Rowan invited his study group. I can’t wait to get out there,” Enid grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her lips. “Aren’t you so excited? I am. I want you to hear these songs so bad.” 

Your heart doubled in size as you listened. Enid was completely enamoured with the band despite only being in it for a short period, and you guessed that’s what made the boys so grateful to have her around—she was just as passionate as they were. 

You smiled brightly at her and nodded. “I’m so proud of you, E. Soon, I’ll be waiting hours to get front-row at your concerts.” Then you widened your eyes jokingly. “I’ll have to fight teenagers to get tickets!”  

Enid stopped you and turned toward you. She wore a giddy smile and shook her head. “You won’t be in line. You’ll be backstage. Duh.” Then she latched onto your other arm and shook your shoulders, both of you sharing the same elation, laughing together.

“Hey! What’re you girls doing?” A voice called from a car. You didn’t think Enid’s smile could get any bigger until she peeked around you to wave at her boyfriend. Ajax sat in his beat-up Subaru on the curb. Enid grabbed your hand and pulled you along toward the car. 

“Just discussing our future success,” She exclaimed, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You got in the backseat and watched as the couple shared a kiss. 

“Come on, at least wait until I’m out of the car.” You joked, covering your eyes. Ajax rolled his eyes and put his car in drive, pulling away from the sidewalk and back into the traffic. 

“It’s okay, baby; she’s just jealous. She hasn’t gotten with anyone for months.” Enid threw you a teasing look and a cheeky smile before returning her gaze to the road. Your mouth opened and closed, no words forming on your lips as Ajax laughed. 

You sighed obnoxiously and turned your attention to your phone. The pair in the front shared a few whispers before Ajax spoke.

“We’re sorry, Y/n. I bet there’ll be someone here tonight. There’s a lot of people coming.” He said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. You met his eyes through the rearview mirror. “I know Xavier needs some, too, jeez!” 

Enid slapped her boyfriend on the shoulder. “No! I will not let him anywhere near my beautiful Y/n.” It was the first time since this morning that you’d heard her voice so serious. “She will not be his rebound.” 

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a rebound, Jax. But thanks, though.” You falsely smiled and looked out the window. The sun had started setting a half hour ago, and the sky was painted a deep tangerine. 

“Just saying! Ever since he broke up with Wednesday, he’s been so pissed off. Nearly had my head on a stick because I ordered tomatoes on his sandwich. He’s fucking crazy!” 

You had heard stories of Xavier, mostly from Enid. Tall, green-eyed, goofy, and sometimes timid. He intrigued you, yet you’d never seen him. 

“Okay, Y/n. Jax and I are going backstage for like 20 minutes. Will you be okay on your own? I don’t want to leave you alone, and I know you hate that.” Enid explained as the car pulled into a parking spot behind the small venue. 

You nodded in approval and got out of the car.  “Yeah, that’s fine, don’t worry about me. Go be a rockstar.” 

She gave you a grin and a hug. “I’ll dedicate ‘swoon’  to you.” Laughing, you pulled back. 

“I hope so. We wouldn’t want Ajax getting a big head.” 

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You stood at the front of the crowd, securing the spot the moment you entered the doors of the building. As expected, the venue was packed. Knowing Enid was beyond ecstatic, you didn't doubt she was a little nervous. 

Your mouth was sticky from the fresh layer of lip gloss you applied not 2 minutes ago, and you moved your lips together to ensure it was evenly coated. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your fingertips, and a short cough rang through the room, indicating one of the band member's microphones was on. You looked up and noticed an unfamiliar set of eyes focused on you. Your gaze quickly darted away to notice Ajax already sitting at his place behind the drums and again to see another new face on the other side of the stage. The boy had glasses and held a bass guitar. All who was missing from the stage was Enid. 

Suddenly, the lights turned a deep purple, and the chords of ‘Monodrama’ started playing through the speakers. You looked back towards the first guy whose hair hung in his eyes as he plucked at his guitar strings, his body hunched over slightly. You watched him in curiosity and confusion. They were starting without Enid? 

But your question was soon answered when the ball of sunshine you called your best friend came running out on stage, a microphone up to her lips as she sang the first line. Your face broke out in a smile. As the song continued, you saw her become more comfortable in front of this many people. She pointed at you and jumped around. 

You nodded to the beat, mouthing the lyrics you knew before your eyes drifted to the long-haired electric guitarist. Xavier. As he played, his eyes met yours again. His dimples indented his face as he smirked, tongue poking his right cheek. You felt your face go warm, and soon, he leaned forward into his mic to join Enid on the chorus. You were in awe of how well their voices went together. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t afraid to show it. 

Xavier opened his eyes to see you already staring at him after the chorus. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched you sing the words to the song he wrote. Sure, many girls had done exactly what you were doing, but the difference was he knew who you were—Enid’s best friend. The girl who his bandmate never shut up about, and Xavier had been eager to meet you. He continued your minor stare-off, grinning smugly to himself when you broke the eye contact, a smile of your own pulling at your lips. 

The lights had turned blue throughout the song, highlighting Xavier's high cheekbones and long face. You had to force your eyes away from him to gain control over yourself.

Once the fourth song ended, Enid spoke to Xavier before she went backstage for a break. Her shoes were killing her. Four songs of jumping around. Four songs of a game of cat and mouse to play out between you and Xavier. One would look away when the other glanced in their direction, and only thrice had you caught each other staring.

You watched as Xavier walked up to the lead microphone, his converse only feet away from you. Expecting a new song to start, you kept your eyes on the bass drum to stop yourself from looking up at Xavier. You didn’t expect him to take a step forward and crouch in front of you. Your eyebrows raised when he held your gaze, his fingers moving in a lazy come hither motion. When you pushed onto your toes, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His fingers tangled in the long strands of your hair as he pulled you closer, his fingertips scorching your scalp.

“Next one’s for you.” He said. His voice was so thick you’d think this throat was lined with honey, golden and sweet, and the crowd around you faded as your ears rang. Xavier pulled away from you and used his ring-clad finger to brush the tip of your nose. Your ears went hot, and you took a deep breath to control your racing heart.

The room turned green, and for a second, you thought you must've fallen into a dream. Xavier towered over you, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he adjusted the microphone stand, maintaining eye contact with you. It was a sensual moment that should only occur in the depths of the night in a bedroom. His dimples and devilish smile were the cause of the butterflies in your stomach, and you had never felt under such scrutiny. But it was an illusive feeling to be the focal point of his attention.

You knew the song as soon as Xavier started playing. Tonight You Are Mine. The sound brought you out of your daze. 

“This is a new song I wrote, like, last week,” Xavier said before the crowd cut him off. His soft laugh echoed through the room as the noise died down, his eyes finding yours again. “We’re gonna play it for you tonight if that’s okay?” 

Enid had given you the demo of this one only four days ago, as she said it was mandatory for you to hear it before tonight’s show. The song was one she was excited to learn, and who were you to deny her of sharing her passion? So you listened. And you listened, and listened, and told Enid it was your favourite one yet. And it was. The song was wholly sultry, and you found yourself going back to it each time you put your headphones on. She must’ve passed on the news. 

In a sense, I'm such a mess watching you The air is cold, so hard to breathe Still, your breath is all I see

You could hardly breathe when he looked at you like that, played his guitar, and sang intimate lyrics to you. You were utterly entranced by his voice, hands, smile. He looked ethereal on stage like he was destined to be on one. 

Don't be so naive You know that you are all I see

To your disappointment and relief, he broke eye contact with you only a few times—you weren’t sure how long you could stand under his intimidating and dizzying gaze. 

But, it only spurred you on more. It made you believe you also had some power in this uncharted territory. You watched him sing through your eyelashes, the rasp in his voice making you warm. 

So let me slip inside your ultraviolet disguise The daylight holds you close But tonight you are mine

Xavier’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he played through the guitar solo. He knew it was inevitable that he would have to face you after the show; sometimes, the thrill of performing made him cocky. He hoped you’d still like him when you discovered he was pretty reserved when he wasn’t in front of a crowd. Yet, none of his insecurities deterred him from wanting you. Because when you looked at him like that, he needed nothing more. 

After the song finished, Xavier winked at you, and you desperately needed to get out of the crowd, go outside, and fill your lungs with cool, fresh air that would free you from the irrational thoughts in your head. You didn’t know the guy, but still, you wanted him more than anything. 

Enid’s voice brought you back to earth. “Thank you for coming out tonight, everyone! I hope you had a good night and liked our music enough to come back.” She laughed. It was obvious everyone in the room had fallen in love with her personality throughout the night. Enid carried herself with such self-assurance it was difficult to find why you wouldn’t like her.

The only thing that could pull your eyes away from her grand smile was the burning on your cheek. Your eyes flickered to Xavier, who stood off to the side with his guitar. His hair was now tied back in a half-up style, and you swore your knees almost buckled.

As everyone filtered out, you remained in your spot. Enid came bounding over and jumped down to stand with you. “Did you have a good time?” You could see she was nervous to ask.

“Of course I did! And you played my favourite song,” You replied, grabbing her hand in reassurance. Enid smiled sheepishly. 

“Well, I didn’t play it. Someone else did.” 

“Well, someone told the other someone to play it, so.” 

Enid wiggled her eyebrows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw how he was looking at you. I knew he would like you, who wouldn’t?” 

You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“But, you’re still off-limits. Only until he gets over his ex. That wouldn’t be fair.” Enid rambled before she stopped and straightened up. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

You looked at her hesitantly, unsure why she would be saying that. “What?” 

“Bye, Y/n. Hey, Xav." Then she pointed him behind you. "Don't fuck this up."  You assumed he made a face at her from behind you because then she laughed and walked backstage.

You’d never felt your stomach drop and your heart rate speed up in such synchrony. He was the devil in converse and a white tee. 

“Y/n.” Your name on his lips was something you could get used to. 

“Xavier.” You said, turning to face him. 

“So you do know me.” He was taller than you. A lot taller than you assumed, and it made your legs weak. “I was under the impression that you only knew Ajax.” 

You shrugged. “Enid mentioned you a few times, so I had to come and check out these band guys she was hanging around.” 

“Final verdict?” Xavier’s mouth was pulled into a smile at the corners. 

You purposefully took your time to make a decision. Taking a step back, you sized him up. He stood still, arms crossed over his chest as you eyed his hair. You rubbed your chin in false thought and then nodded.

Feeling bold, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re cute. And talented. So, I guessed you’re alright.” 

Xavier’s cheeks were dusted with pink as he laughed. You smiled proudly, pleased you got the reaction you’d wanted from him. 

He then moved closer to you and leaned down so his eyes aligned with yours. “Well, I find you alright too. How’d you feel if I asked you to hang out in about…” He twisted his mouth in thought, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Half an hour?” 

You bit the inside of your lip in habit. “That would depend on what we would be doing.” 

Xavier stood to his full height with an unconcerned expression as he uncrossed his arms and opened himself to you. “Whatever you want. My treat.” 

You tilted your head, studying him. “Tempting.” His lopsided smirk and tired green eyes were too easy to fall for. “But, yes. I would like that.” 

His lips slipped into an easy grin and he nodded, throwing this thumb over his shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll be back in half an hour to take you on our date.” He winked.

You shook your head, laughing as he stepped up onto the stage. “Not a date!” 

Xavier didn’t turn back to face you as he replied. “We’ll see!” 

Were you in too deep too quick?

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songs mentioned: - tonight you are mine - the technicolors - swoon - beach weather - monodrama - benches

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PART 2

[priniya]

MEDDLE ABOUT !

all she was supposed to do was to stand in the front row, hyping up her cousin, not get the lead guitarist fall on his knees for her.

notes: rockstar!xavier thorpe x reader. reader is a cousin of enid. xavier, ajax, yoko, and enid are in a band called nevermore. highly inspirated by meddle about by chase atlantic mentions of alcohol, weed, implied sex. unedited.

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you remember the night, when you met xavier thorpe for the first time. it happened during at one of the concerts in your town, after your cousin got you a ticket in the front row. it’d be a lie, if you said that he hadn’t taken your breathe away the second you held eye contact.

he looked ethereal, hair dyed on a platinum blonde, shirt quite ripped, dark, cargo pants, and a smirk that hovered over his lips for most of the event. sweat glistening on his forehead as he focused himself on you, the expression on his face not changing a bit.

you were enchated, not only by his devilishly handsome appearance — that could be an accurate definition of what you like in men — but also for his engagement in the concert, for how angelic he looked pulling the strings of his guitar, not even looking at it, eyes not leaving yours. it was almost as if he was a magician, who didn’t have to concentrate on anything to ace whatever he was doing.

you expected your cousin’s band to be decent at max, after everything that you’d heard from your relatives, who weren’t really keen on the type of music the band performed. but you were genuinely interested, which could be influenced by the presence of the cute guitarist, but well, you didn’t even know him, and you wanted to go to their other concerts, so that wasn’t exactly the worst thing.

your cousin, enid, smiled at you from the drums, when their gig came to an end, and waved with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on her face. “y/n, you came!” she let out happily, throwing her arms around your neck, pulling you to bend a little so the hug would be more comfortable for each of you.

you matched her smile, hand flying to ruffle her hair playfully as you finally backed away. “dear lord, i would never let my favorite cousin down, would i?” a chuckle left your mouth. “shouldn’t you help your bandmates clean up, enid?” you asked, arms crossed at the chest.

“it’s finee, they won’t really mind.” she dragged out, the delighted expression not wiping off her face. “actually… wouldn’t you like to join us in partying? we haven’t partied in soo long.” the blonde girl begged you, gripping the fabric of your jacket, shaking it a little. “pleasee, y/n.”

“i’d never let down a party.” you laughed, the image of the platinum blonde boy still vivid in your imagination as you thought about partying with the nevermore band. “you know me too well, sinclair.”

the club you were supposed to be partying at was even bigger than the one you used to work at as a waitress in high school. the music was blasting so much that you barely heard your own thoughts, and you liked it. you were longing a good drink ever since you entered the venue of nevermore’s concert. a drink that would give you enough courage to make a move on the guitarist.

you were leaning your back on the bar’s counter, smoke filling your lungs as you tried to explain something to a girl you just met, placing the joint back in between her fingers, making xavier laugh in amusement at your antics. enid hasn’t warned them that you talk about your majors while being drunk.

the stranger seemed to notice xavier sooner that you did, vanishing quicker than he appeared in front of you, a cup filled with vodka mixed with something he couldn’t even remember in his hand, and the smirk.

“all the roads lead to rome, huh?” you smiled, watching him as he took the closest seat to you, his free arm finding a way to wrap itself around your shoulders, giving you the type of feeling you couldn’t recognize. “god, you looked spectacular, you know that?” he leaned closer, his ears somewhere above your ear as his fingertips traced shapes on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“me? oh, mister guitarist, you clearly haven’t looked into the mirror today.” your voice matched his flirty tone, pressing yourself against his chest with a smile he began to adore. “thought i’d drop dead on the floor the second you looked at me.” he laughed right into your ear, the sound of his laughter twirling around your mind.

“god, what would happen if i kissed you?” he asked teasingly, blocking you the way out by standing in front of you with a mischievous grin, not that you even thought about getting away from him.

“there’s only one way to find out.” you let out, your breath short as you felt his on your lips, before he pressed his body against yours, his knee in between your legs, hands wandering around your waist, kissing you harshly.

a pleased sigh fell from your parted lips, whipping your head slightly backwards, fingers tugging on the strands of thorpe’s hair. you’d lie if you said that his action hardly affected you — if it wasn’t for the pleasure you had in feeling his lips on yours, you’d claim that your legs gave up on keeping you still, not because of how well the kiss made you feel.

one of his hands slided down your thigh, squeezing it gently, earning a stuffed hum in return, and another pull on his hair, which xavier had to admit, drove him absolutely insane, in the best way possible. both of you felt like on cloud nine, letting yourselves lose everything at the feeling of your lips brushing against each other.

not too soon after he kissed you, you were interrupted by his bandmate, a boyfriend of your cousin, and the lead singer of nevermore, who tried to order something for enid, and yoko. “i get the tension between you, but find a room of something, could ya?” he rolled his eyes, witnessing how reluctantly you pulled away at his words.

however, xavier took his advance to the heart, pulling you to the exist of the building to the taxi waiting for you outside. as no more than ten minutes passed by, you found yourself at the entrance of one of more expensive hotels in your town, thorpe guiding you to an elevator.

the apartament he had rented was amazing, nonetheless you hadn’t had much time to give it a second thought as the boy decided on continuing what was interrupted at the club, lifting you swiftly to help you get on a kitchen counter. everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t stop the burning feeling in your abdomen, your clothes finding their own place on the tiles.

the next morning you woke up to an empty place in the bed next to you, the sheets still warm, when you brought your feet to the cold wooden flooring. memories from the previous night got even more vivid in your mind, when you put on your underwear on the way to kitchen, catching the shirtless boy sipping on a cup of coffee.

his back was scratched, and covered in hickies you couldn’t be more proud of. a thought slipped through your mind that there was a higher chance, he would remember you now. half of his hair pinned in a bun, the rest were falling down his shoulders. “will you quit staring at me and come here?” he mumbles, looking at you from above the cup, biting back a smile.

“don’t know if that’s possible.” you said jokingly, the shirt he was wearing last night was now loosely hanging on your body as he handed you another cup of coffee. you could hear him match your quiet laughs, the tingling feeling popping up in your stomach.

you’ve truly expected a different type of morning, either seeing his silhouette laying down next to you with his tattooed arms wrapped around your body, or no sight of him in the apartment at all, like if he vanished when you fell asleep. but here you were, shoulders linked with his as you held a small chitchat about anything, his shirt on your body, while the location of a dress you had on last night was unknown to you.

“shit, i’ve gotta get going.” you sighed reluctantly, catching a glimpse of the clock prior. “i had a great time last night.” you let out in undertone, seeing how the boy managed to get closer to you, hands on each side of your body. “xavier.” you chuckled, his touch tickles you.

“what? who said you have to go?” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear, words twirling in your brain like the most beautiful song. “oh, y/n.”

“hmm, my cousin.” you replied, head whipped slightly to the back as he gave you another unregular line of hickies on your neck. “she’s going to kill me with her long ass nails if i’m late.” you found the strength to push him away. you were met with the same smirk you had yesterday, and a shake of a head.

“jeez, just put your number in my phone, alright? can’t lose a gem like you.” he handed you his phone as you swiftly typed your number, before leaving him with a brief kiss. “hope to see ya later.”

“sure, rockstar.”

after you left the building, you and xavier haven’t met a single time, since your boss decided to dump a shitload of work to do. you felt frustrated, having less than an ounce of concentration in yourself, not mentioning the lack of memory to text him back, which lead him insane, really.

an emerald apron was wrapped around your body as you wiped another stain off one of the tables in the coffee shop you’ve worked at. sweat dripping down your forehead, sleeves of your white button-up rolled to an elbow-level, you were so worked up that you almost missed the sound of the doorbell.

“sorry, but it’s already closed.” you mumbled, not sparing the newcomer a glance.

“good thing i haven’t come here for a coffee, then?” god, his laughter filled your eardrums, recognizing the voice almost immediately. “you didn’t reply to any of my texts.” he added, earning a chuckle in response.

“mr. rockstar misses a girl he fucked once?” you rised your eyebrows up, and smiled with arms crossed at the chest. “well, i don’t think it happened once.” the infamous smirk found its way to his lips.

it didn’t take him long to crash his lips into yours, but the sloppy kiss didn’t last as long as you wanted, he pulled away few seconds later. his eyes looking so intensely into yours almost startling you, lips parted as he spoke.

“i fucking love you.” xavier let out, hands cupping your hips, closing the gap between your bodies. “i’ve never felt it before, you’re on my mind 24/7, and i’m going insane, when i don’t think about you. you drove me crazy by leaving me on read. what do you want me to do? leave the band, and get a job with you here? sure i can do that. i paint, i can paint anything you’d like me to. do you hear me? i’ll do anything you want me to, just let me be your fucking… uh, boyfriend.” his words escaped from between his lips in one breath, causing you to grin.

leaning your palms on the table beside you, you kept thorpe in suspense. “you’re willing to leave the nevermore for me?” you mumbled, trying to bit back the wide grin on your lips. “don’t do that, though.” you added, fixing his denim jacket.

“i feared you’d tell me to do so.” a nervous chuckle fell down his throat, his eyes following the every move of your hands. “but you didn’t answer the last-” he stopped in his tracks, looked you dead in the eyes.

“listen, ajax would probably say i’m crazy, because we only met each other just another day, but girl, you’ve got me down on my knees, and it’s getting harder to breathe out, knowing that you’re not mine yet.”

“you know, enid would probably say i’m crazy, but i feel the same way about you, mr. rockstar. and i’d love to be your girlfriend.” the confession left your mouth as you kissed him. “but i gotta clean the shit up, before my boss fire me.”

[hee-blee-art]

happy pride month! here's your favourite eyesore of a queer clown (and one ghoul) alt band, gummysugar!

[image ID: four digitally drawn character pages for band member characters, shown in different outfits and collaged with items.

the first features puck, the singer, a thin clown with white skin and a pink mullet, a big red nose, and primary-coloured eye markings. he wears black and pink mostly feminine clothes and his items include a bedazzled slide phone, a pink ipod, makeup, microphones, and cowboy accessories. in the corner a crowd member holds up a sign that reads, "puck add me on myspace xxemoprincessxx."

the second features xavier, the bassist, a tall fat clown with white skin and curly black hair in a jester's hood. they wear various black and green alt and punk outfits, and his items include CDs, saftey pins, a rainbow pride flag patch, video game gear, and soup. their crowd sign reads, "I [heart] xavier."

the third features blinkie, the drummer, a thin emo clown with dark hair, half-purple half-white skin, a dark emo fringe, and dark eye spike markings. she wears 2000s style emo and alt clothes and her items include a gir plushie, markers, a notebook, black nail polish, and a tv remote. her crowd sign reads, "blinkie ur my fave."

the fourth features faust, the guitarist, a tall lanky humanoid ghoul with green skin, big yellow and orange eyes, and a wavy teal undercut. he is shown in various brightly coloured outfits and his items include a skateboard, a vhs tape, halloween candy, a slushie, and the head of his guitar. his crowd sign reads, "faust plz kiss me." end ID]

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WEDNESDAY MASTERLIST

XAVIER THORPE

𝖔𝖓𝖊-𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Distract - Framed

Nothing - Mistletoe + Ajax

Friends? - What's The Point?

Why? - The Whole Time

Drive - Oh, You're Serious?!

I Don't Get It - Scared

Please - Clingy

Talk - Avoiding

Not Fair - Cheeks

Better? - Bunny

I Might Start To Think - Flashing

You Know What? - Please Mister Ghostface! +Ajax

I Hope You Like It

Whoops!

Sneaky

𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

First Place - Running Late

First Place Part 2 - Running Late Part 2

First Place Part 3

First Place Part 4

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Xavier x Short Reader

Xavier x Tall Reader

Xavier x Guitarist Reader

Xavier x Drunk Reader

Them In Bed + Ajax

AJAX PETROPOLUS

𝖔𝖓𝖊-𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Wow

I Wanted To

A Bit Shy

Mistletoe + Xavier

I Didn't Say Anything

For You

Gorgon Anatomy

Please Mister Ghostface! +Xavier

Green Beanie

Greenhouse

Skinny Dip

Music To Snakes Ears

Might Be It

Stranger

𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

Deny It All You Want | 1 | 2

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Boyfriend!Ajax

Them In Bed + Xavier

Ajax x Chubby Reader

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sit down (miguel o'hara x reader)

barbie (miguel o'hara x reader)

double the fun (miguel x reader x peter)

rodeo (miguel o'hara x reader)

gear (miguel o'hara x reader)

no need to be shy (miguel o'hara x reader)

2 in 1 (miguel x reader x ghost)

treats for everyone (miguel o'hara x reader)

handmade (miguel o'hara x reader) part 2

just hold me (miguel o'hara x reader)

sweet and spicy (miguel x reader x peter)

shower time (miguel o'hara x reader) part 2

it'll fit (miguel o'hara x reader)

praise + overstim (peter b parker x reader)

take a breather (peter b parker x reader)

virgin!miguel o'hara x reader

smile (miguel o'hara x reader)

hard earned (peter b parker x reader)

needy (peter b parker x reader)

paris (miguel x reader x peter b)

miguel x reader x peter b

cat and mouse (miguel o'hara x reader)

miguel o'hara + backshots

miguel o'hara x reader

peter b parker + pussy eating

- flower shop au -

single dad!miguel o'hara x reader

background story for single dad!miguel

surprises

fathers day special

marriage?

creations

itto x reader / yelan x reader

bosacious x reader / menogias x reader

my lord (ayato x reader)

amidst the bliss (dainslief x reader x diluc)

redheads (childe x reader x diluc)

ganyu x reader

hoodie (itto x reader)

guitarist!childe

dilf!thoma x reader

good boy (itto x reader)

genshin enemies x reader

teach her (scara x reader)

milky way (thoma x reader)

beyond bliss (pierro x reader x capitano)

dragon!zhongli

library (alhaitham x reader)

genshin men hcs

silent but deadly x2 (jing yuan x reader x blade)

good boy (gepard x reader)

cry baby (caelus, gepard, sampo x reader) [separate]

xavier x reader (love and deepspace)

leon kennedy x reader

leon kennedy x reader

milkman x reader

milkman x reader

[leadpoisioning]

Heartstrings

This is a little different from my other works, that being said it is actually two unrelated mini-fics that stemmed from the same request :)

The first fic is a SFW Guitarist!Rowan x Reader, and then the second one will be a NSFW Rowan x Guitarist!Reader, there will be a warning beforehand if you don’t want to read that one, thanks!

SFW Guitarist!Rowan x Reader

550 words

You stumbled upon Rowan’s other talent on complete accident. Late one night, you felt restless and unable to sleep in your dorm. You knew Rowan and Xavier would always welcome you into their room, so you got ready and quickly made your way to the other dorm without being seen. Outside of the door, you stopped. There was music coming from the inside- but not any that you’d ever heard. It sounded like metal and rock. A tune unique to you, it was an original piece. Was Xavier a guitarist? He was good with his art so you didn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t also be musically inclined. You knock on the door and wait to be let in.

From inside of the dorm, Rowan panics. He desperately hoped it wasn’t Weems coming to reprimand him for his loud music. He wasn’t playing that loud, was he? He quickly puts his guitar back into the case and slides it under his bed along with the small amp. He makes sure the room is presentable, silently thanking Xavier for cleaning his side before heading to his shed for the night. When Rowan opens the door, he’s surprised to see you.

“Hi (Y/N).” He steps aside to let you in, noticing you looking around.

“Is Xavier not here?” His mouth draws into a thin line. Of course you wanted to see him.

“No, he left for his shed about an hour ago.” Your face changes to look amused.

“So the music was yours?”

“Uhm, yes.” You watch as he nervously shifts on his feet, eyes flickering towards his bed.

“Can I hear you play?” Rowan’s eyes widen and he shrugs, moving to get his guitar. Now, your eyes widen when you see the dark electric instrument.

You and Rowan sit side by side on his bed as he gently strums the strings. He opted against the amp, seeing how fatigued you seemed at the moment. Your eyes watch as he deftly moves his fingers across the strings, playing a softer tune than he was previously. He stiffened when your head rested against his shoulder. An idea drifts it’s way into his mind as you drift off into sleep at the gently lullaby Rowan was kind enough to give you.

“Do you want to sleep here tonight?” He murmurs, playing softer. Your eyes trail up to his, creasing as you smile.

“I’d like that.” You yawn. Rowan nods and sets his guitar aside, allowing room for you to lay back. He gets up to properly put away his guitar and moves towards Xavier’s bed. “What are you doing?” You yawn again. “If Xavier comes back he’s going to want his bed.”

“Well- I just thought-“ His words stop when he sees you scoot over to make room for him behind you.

“Come on, it’s getting cold.” You hum. Rowan swallows thickly and steps over towards the bed, sliding under the covers. “Don’t be shy Ro… you can hold me.” Rowan blushes hard as he wraps his arms around you. “When did you start?” You ask quietly.

“About a year and a half ago. My father got it for me as an apology.”

“You’re really good. Can I hear you play for real sometime?”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiles into you.

NSFW BELOW

NSFW Rowan x Guitarist!Reader

674 words

“Rowan!” You shout bursting into he and Xavier’s shared dorm. Xavier grunts, having messed up a stroke on his painting. You let out a quick apology before diving onto Rowan’s bed, screaming of joy into the pillows. Rowan emerges from the bathroom with a questioning look, drying his hair with a towel. You get up and quickly hug him. He chuckles at your excitement and grips his towel tighter, hugging you with his other arm.

“What’s up with you?”

“We got the gig!” You grin.

“Where and what time? Nightshades’ll be there.” Xavier nods, putting away his things.

“Crackstone’s crypt at seven, everyone’s gonna be there!” He nods and leaves the dorm to go round up the others. You kiss Rowan hard and pull away. “Okay. Okay I’m gonna go get ready.” He nods, kissing you again before you run out into the hallway to go get your band mates ready.

It was your bands first real gig after forming a few weeks back, and it was going great. Your skilled fingers worked the guitar strings well as your band followed along with the rock tune. Adrenaline took control of your arms until they hurt, coming up towards the end of the show. Everyone cheered hard, which was slightly unusual for the Jericho normies, but they were tipsy so their judgement was thankfully impaired. You put your guitar away and hand it to your drummer to put in the canoe. Rowan strolls up to you on the shore.

“You we’re amazing.” He compliments as you half way collapse into his arms.

“Thank you but I’m so tired, Ro.” You groan.

“So you don’t want my celebration gift when we get back to my dorm?” Your head lifts, questioning your boyfriend.

“Well now I do, let’s go.” You pull him along to your canoe. Thankfully, he takes the oars from you and makes the journey himself.

Rowan thanks Xavier for his willingness to spend the night in his shed to leave you two be and leads you to the room.

“Go make yourself comfortable.” He kisses your head. You fall back onto his mattress and kick off your shoes, legs dangling off the edge. He sets your guitar gently on his desk and stalks over to you.

“So what’s the surprise?” You murmur, grinning up at him as he stands between your legs. He doesn’t say anything, and instead kneels. You bite your lip and sit up on sore arms, watching as he tugs your pants down. You lift your hips to help him out and immediately his mouth is on your covered heat.

You gasp and wrap your aching legs around his head. His hand squeezes your thigh and you spread them, letting his head lift up.

“I have to get these off of you before you do that, sweetheart.” He smirks, stretching the fabric and releasing it, smacking against your drenched cunt. You moan and let him slide the underwear down your legs. His lips reconnect with your cunt, his tongue sliding in between your folds. You moan out as you feel his tongue breach your cunt, dipping into your hole. His nose bumps your clit repeatedly as he devours you, sinful sounds of him kissing your pussy filling the room. Your soft moans spur him on to go faster, and your hand moves to his hair. Despite the soreness from the amount you played, they strongly grip his brown hair while you rut against his face. Now, your legs wrap around his head as you near your needed orgasm. The heaviness in you grows and snaps on a particularly hard suck from Rowan. You tiredly cry out as you cum in his mouth, hips bucking into his face while he licks you clean.

He moves you up on the bed, your head hitting the soft pillow. Rowan lays beside you, pulling you in for a kiss before you drift off.

“I think you’re my biggest fan.” You quietly chuckle, eyes closed.

“Absolutely.” He agrees, holding you close.

[jimmiepagie]

St. Xavier High School Prom 1968

On April 26, 1968, the Yardbirds performed at the St. Xavier high school prom. The school is conservative, all male, and led by Jesuits. This was the first time that the high school decided to allow juniors into their prom with the incentive that a nationally recognised rock band would perform throughout the night. The students, however, were unaware of which band would be performing. One of the students, Rip Pelley, was the president of the junior student council and also a guitar player with his own agent, so he set out to find a band to play prom. At first, he chose the Grass Roots as their lyrics pleased the conservative priests in the school, yet a conflict arose and the Yardbirds were chosen as a substitution. Many of the students, including Pelley, however, had not a clue who the English supergroup were. Along with the Yardbirds performance, it was arranged so that an orchestra would play in between breaks. Pelley drive Jimmy Page to the event and recalls:

“…he threw his guitar in the trunk of my car and hopped in to the back seat. Here I am in my tux, my gal friend Patti in her formal dress, and he got in the back seat and said, “Why are you dressed like that?” I said, “You’re playing our prom.” He goes, “What’s a prom?” He might’ve used a little more colourful language. He says, “You gotta be kidding me.” But he was really friendly. We all went to the hotel, wherever they were staying downtown, and they had us come up to the room. They were very nice. I don’t think any of us thought we would end up in a hotel room with the world-famous Yardbirds.”

Though their set list was unfortunately lost to time, prom-goers recall hits being played, such as “Smokestack Lightning,” “Over, Under, Sideways, Down,” and an early version of “Dazed and Confused,” as well as other, unknown songs. Instead of dancing, students simply watched and stared, shocked by the volume and the overall energy of the music. Later in the year, the Yardbirds fell apart and Led Zeppelin was formed in July of 1968. Students that attended the prom have attempted to speak of having the legendary guitarist at their prom, yet people assumed they were simply lying. 

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: Silencer

Directory | Intermission 2

Tikki watched the encounter from one of the flowerpots nearby: since Chloé wasn't carrying a bag with her now, this was the best way she could stick close to Chloé in case there was an Akuma.

Unfortunately, that still meant having to deal with Chloé's issues and her father's. Such as today.

“How good to see you, Bob!” the Mayor said, greeting a rotund man with sunglasses over his bald head she knew was Bob Roth. “And little Xavier–”

“Ah! XY!” Oh yeah, this was the boy Chloé liked for some reason. His music was decent, but nothing to write home about.

“Of course!” M. Bourgeois apologized. “You remember my princess?”

“How could I forget,” Roth said neutrally. Not that Chloé seemed to care, as she was making eyes at the singer.

“Hello XY! I got you Daddy's best table!” Chloé said.

“Thanks, Clarice,” XY said in a bored tone.

“Uh, it's Chloé,” her wielder corrected, not that the singer seemed to care. “Daddy, don't forget to comp XY's meal!”

M. Bourgeois was clearly not as enthusiastic about the idea as his daughter.

“Ma chérie, that's a little–”

“Don't worry, you can still charge M. Bob.”

“Ha. Ha,” the older man laughed humorlessly.

“Thanks, Cassie.”

“Chloé.”

Once more, XY didn't seem to care much about the correction, as he pulled out a laptop.

“Alright, let's hear what you cop– uh, created,” M. Roth said, as XY pressed a key, and music came out of the laptop's speakers. Chloé sighed in pleasure, but Tikki sighed in boredom. All of that boy's music always sounded the same to her ears.

“It's so cool, like you~” Chloé said. Tikki wondered if her wielder had an ear defect or if she was just blinded by her celebrity crush.

“It's the same as last year,” M. Roth stated. Tikki would have said that it was the same as everything else XY had ever made, but she had to stay hidden.

“Eh?”

“Oh, so it is,” XY blandly replied. “My bad.”

“No big deal. As for visuals...”

“Visu-what?”

Tikki blinked.

“Don't worry, we'll use my usual method,” M. Roth continued. “If you're short on new ideas, borrow someone else's.”

As if the manager couldn't fall lower...

And yet, as the two men laughed, she could see Chloé smiling.

Given her attempt to steal Marinette's design for the hat contest, Tikki could tell Chloé just felt like at home amidst her fellow plagiarists.

----

“We're looking for visually and musically creative talent! You have two weeks to send in your videos!” Bob Roth, the well-known manager, announced in his usual hammy style, from Marinette's phone as she showed it to his friends.

“It's the perfect chance to showcase Kitty Section!” Marinette suggested.

“And your designs!” Luka added with a smile.

“You guys will make something awesome for sure!”

Everyone in the group turned to Adrien.

“Huh?” Rose mumbled in shock.

“Adrien, you're not joining us?” Marinette asked, worried.

“It goes against my dad's contract, but it's okay! It doesn't bother me!”

“Sure looks like it bothers you,” Marinette replied, taking in on her friend's tense smile and shadowed features.

----

During the next two weeks, both Kitty Section and worked hard in everything to be made. Rehearsals, choreography, fittings, brainstormings, designings... a lot of work went into a music video, particularly one that had to be thrown together in such a short time, but the five teenagers rose to the occasion with greatness.

It was during one of the rehearsals that Marinette had the perfect idea for the designs.

“You know I love unicorns~ And nothing makes me feel better~”

Quickly, she began to put her idea down to pencil and paper, letting her prodigious mind become awash in patterns and designs... unaware of the fond looks the group's lead guitarist was giving her.

“I see their faces everywhere I go~ Dreaming about them in the night!”

----

“I only want them to be mine, mine, mine!”

And, of course, when the final product was finished, they sent it to their unofficial fifth member.

“THEY LOOK SO GOOOOOD!” Adrien cried out, tears waterfalling out of his eyes as Plagg patted his cheek.

“There, there,” the Kwami said, having expected this reaction. It wasn't as if he hadn't complained about it for the past two weeks.

“No fair~!” Adrien kept crying, even as the video kept playing.

“I dream about them every night!”

----

SUBMISSION ACCEPTED

“We did it!” Kitty Section and their costume designer cheerfully shouted.

Unaware of what was about to happen.

----

One week later, Marinette was at the Liberty, talking with her friends, slightly worried.

“They're sure taking their time...” she noted: despite the promises that they would get an answer soon, M. Roth's company had yet to send an answer on the video contest.

“They must've gotten a lot of videos and haven't chosen a winner yet,” Luka pointed out, knowing how things could be in the musical field–

“DUDE, WHAT THE FRIG?!”

Everyone turned to Ivan, who had just rushed into the room, clearly angry about something. Which was way out of character for the boy.

“Ivan, what–?”

“That dweeb XY ripped us off! Look at the TV station!”

Juleka quickly picked up the remote and turned on the TV, which showed the tail end of a music video.

One that all five people in the room were intimately familiar with, given that they had worked on it for two weeks. Hell, the singer's costume was almost identical to what Marinette had made for them!

Only, there were a few differences: every Kitty Section reference on the stage had been replaced with an XY monogram.

“XY is here to debut his new sound and style!” the announcer said. “A true original! You've outdone yourself, XY!”

It was only five seconds of video, but it was more than enough to suddenly turn the interior of the room into an atmosphere that promised both sides of hell for the singer and his manager.

“Oh, you hack frauds are dead,” Marinette declared, clearly ready to press her point straight into Roth's face – along with her fist. And the same for everyone else: for all that they were the nicest people around, Bob Roth had really managed to press their buttons.

----

Arriving to the studio where XY was showing off his 'new video' was easy.

Entering, however, became harder.

“No solicitors,” one of the men-in-black at the entrance stated.

“Hey! That's our music and our costumes!” Marinette yelled, filled with righteous anger at how her and her friends had been robbed of their work.

“And your problem,” the man-in-black replied, uncaring.

Kitty Section looked at each other. It was time to plan.

----

“ROOOOOAR!”

“Ahh!”

“Eek!”

“HELP!”

Ivan had grabbed his video's costume and was now running after Rose and Juleka, who were screaming in 'fear' as they attempted to stay ahead of Ivan.

“Our friend is akumatized!”

“There's no heroes to save us!”

The men-in-black rolled their eyes.

“Kids, c'mon.”

“That's not going to work on us.”

“Do you think we're that stupid?”

Behind them, Luka and Marinette struggled not to burst out laughing at the oblivious men-in-black, as they took advantage of their distraction to sneak inside without them noticing.

Yes, you are that stupid, Marinette thought as they made their way in.

----

Finding where the thief was showing off their ideas was somewhat complicated, mostly because they couldn't just stop someone and ask, but a few minutes later they found the studio behind one large door.

“Your new single is way better than your last one! It's your best hit!” they heard Alec Cataldi exclaim as they opened the door.

“There he is!” Marinette whispered.

“How can they praise him when he messed up the music?!” Luka asked, disgusted, while Marinette took in the decorations that were such a rip-off from the ones she had made.

“And he made such a cheap costume and set up!” she realized, offended that XY would so mess with her work. “Isn't he rich?!”

“And where'd you get this look?” Alec continued asking, not realizing what the singer and his manager had actually done.

“Oh, my personal designer, uh...” he said, nodding at a girl standing next to him.

“Chloé Bourgeois.”

“Right, Cleo.”

“Of course,” Marinette growled. She had already tried to steal her work once, who else would it be? The two of them angrily pushed open the door and walked up to the hack and the thief, who were accompanied by the manager. Marinette pulled up her phone.

“M. Roth, I sent you this video on the group you're blatantly copying!” she shouted, queuing Kitty Section's music video.

“Oh, please, there's no similarity!” the manager blatantly lied.

“We were just... inspired!” XY had the guts to say.

“'Inspired'?!” Luka shouted, grabbing the cheap knock-off mask XY was wearing and ripping it off.

“OW!” Luka hadn't been gentle when he did it.

“You didn't create this mask, Marinette did!”

“Mon Chouka!” Chloé chimed in. “I worked so hard on that mask! Are you calling me a liar?”

Marinette felt like ripping off that false innocent face off her... face.

It looked like Luka would beat her off the punch.

“I'M NOT CALLING YOU A TRUTHER!”

----

“Fine, you won't admit the truth? Then I will! Right now, LIVE!” Marinette shouted, pointing at the manager in righteous anger – only for the manager to grab her by the arm.

“If you do that, I'll ruin you and your friend's careers by telling them you're the copycats!” Roth maliciously replied. “Who do you think they'll believe? A renowned producer, or some nobodies?”

“Wha–?!” Marinette exclaimed in shock.

“You won't make another costume ever again!” Roth threatened.

“Of course, I won't let that happen to you, mon Chouka!” Chloé said.

He liked to think he was a calm guy. But... that comment made something snap in him, and he turned to fire a glare that could have probably stripped the paint off the studio's walls.

“Uh, um...” Chloé babbled as she realized that maybe she had made a mistake. “W–What's that look for?! I did nothing wrong!”

She turned around, giving her back to him.

“I'm just saying, with your looks, you could go solo like XY! You just have to ditch your loser friends!”

Luka was so beyond rage, that when he saw the black butterfly fusing with the mask he had taken from XY, he didn't care.

“And forget about Dupain-Cheng, her designs are way too complicated! Do you know how hard it was to copy them?”

That did it. He put on the mask.

“And also–”

He flipped her off with both hands.

“Oh fuck.”

----

Luka quickly transformed, becoming covered in what looked like a motorcyclist body suit, complete with a helmet that only showed his eyes, and he reached out with his left hand.

“Uh, Luka, what are you–”

“Shhhh,” Luka – or, more like, Luka's Akuma – shushed, getting closer.

“Eek! Don't touch me!” Chloé shouted, and suddenly grabbed XY, who found himself with Luka's hand on his lips.

“Huh?” the singer mumbled.

“L–Luka?” Marinette said, shocked as she finally realized her friend had been Akumatized.

As Luka pulled away from XY, out of the singer's mouth came a wiggling blue jellyfish-like thing.

“Haha! I'm the best! I'm the richest! I'm famous!” the jellyfish said in XY's voice, before it was snatched by Luka.

“EEK! Akuma!” Chloé shrieked, before running off behind one door. “See you later, bye!”

Then Luka started to move his hand...

“Tsk, there goes my chance to silence her for good.”

… and somehow spoke with XY's voice.

“Luka, don't do this!” Marinette begged, approaching her friend. “It's not justice!”

“Marinette, I won't let anyone hurt you again,” Luka said, still with XY's voice. “You're an extraordinary girl. Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody.”

Marinette felt her cheeks starting to burn as she kept listening on Luka's words.

“You're the music that's been playing in my head since the day we met. I won't let anything happen to you.”

And, as Luka left, Marinette clenched her fists.

That was the most romantic thing I've ever heard... she thought, and you said it in XY's voice!

But, never mind that, she needed to hide and transform! So she quickly ran out the exit and into the first bathroom she could find.

“A love confession!” Pollen said as soon as she could come out of Marinette's bag. “I'm not surprised, my Queen commands attention!”

A blushing Marinette closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the matter at hand.

“P–Pollen, he's an Akuma! Who knows if he meant it!”

“Hm, I don't know~” Pollen sing-sang, clearly enjoying the moment... even if it was not the moment.

“G-Geez, Buzz On!”

----

“You can't escape me, Bob Roth!” the Akumatized Luka said, still using XY's voice. “And I'll force you to tell the truth on live TV!”

“Eek!” the manager yipped, sounding almost like a little girl. “Don't touch me! I have influence!”

“I can't let you do that, Luka!” Marigold shouted, landing between the Akuma and the manager.

“About time!” Roth complained – and before she could react, he grabbed her by the shoulders and used her as a shield. “Stop standing around and protect me!”

Marigold didn't even have the time to get loose before the Akuma touched her lips with his fingers – and another jellyfish, this one with the same colors as her costume, flew out of her mouth.

“Venom! Bien Joué! Just use your Lucky Charm already!” she heard herself shout before the Akuma stole her voice.

WHY?! she silently cried out. The cowardly idiot not only had ruined her plan to protect his ass, he had taken advantage of the distraction to run away, taking a lift at the other side of the building.

“Byeeee!” the thief sang as he disappeared – and, to pile on Marigold's misery, the other idiot showed up.

“Marimold!” Scarlet shouted. “Hurry up and sting him!”

I can't use Venom without my voice! she thought, and tried to convey it with signs.

“You can't talk?!” Scarlet realized, and then (like the Chloé clone she seemed to be) started to laugh at her. “Hahaha! What a loser! I can't believe you let your voice get stolen–!”

“An opening.”

That was Marigold's voice.

And Luka's fingers on a shocked Scarlet's mouth.

Idiot, Marigold thought. Knowing that she'd be unable to bring her full power ahead, she pulled out her top and swung it to grab a higher point. Scarlet followed her, and as they climbed away from the Akuma, Marigold picked her top-phone.

Text Chat Noir, she sent to Scarlet.

You text Chat Noir! Scarlet replied.

“You can run, bugs, but you can't escape me for too long,” Akumatized Luka said. “I'll find you and Bob Roth!”

----

At the entrance of the studio, Ivan, Rose, and Juleka were still waiting for Luka and Marinette to come out... and they were getting worried.

“I hope everything's going okay...” Rose said, and Ivan nodded.

“The commercial break's been going for a while too...” Juleka answered, checking her phone.

The gate to the studio opened all of a sudden, and a large man ran out, clearly in a hurry.

“Wuh?! Is that Bob Roth?!” Juleka asked, shocked.

“Why's he running?” Ivan wondered.

They got the answer when someone walked out, following Bob Roth, wearing a full body leather suit and a helmet covering everything but his eyes.

“Who is that?!” Ivan shouted.

“You don't think...” Juleka could recognize who had passed by them... or, rather, who it was supposed to be.

Rose was just stunned at the sight of the obvious Akuma.

And then the three members of Kitty Section looked at each other with dread.

“Maybe we shouldn't have let them go alone,” they agreed.

----

Back at home, Adrien was showing Nathalie his friends' music video, pointing out the blatant thievery Bob Roth and XY had carried out.

“It's in Père's best interests to know his business partner's unethical practices,” he argued, “like plagiarism.”

Much to his relief, Nathalie nodded. Clearly, she could see that this was a serious matter.

“I'll pass on your concerns,” she said, and firmly walked out of his room, carefully closing the door behind herself.

“That's all I can do, though I don't have much confidence,” he said as Plagg came out of his hideaway. “Unless there's a public backlash...”

However, Plagg wasn't looking at him, but at the window.

“Hey, look.”

Adrien looked, and saw something unexpected.

“Marigold?” he realized.

“Scarlet Lady?” Plagg asked as well.

“That means...! My friends might've been Akumatized! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Adrien cried out, brandishing the Miraculous Ring. “Plagg, Claws Out!”

----

“I am here!” he announced, and was pleased to see Scar jumping in shock. “I checked your texts about the Akuma, what's the plan?”

Marigold put up an awkward face, while Scar made a lot of gestures while attempting to say... something.

“Wait, you lost your voice?!” he realized, and began to laugh. “Hahaha! Truly we've been blessed!”

Then he approached Marigold and gave her a playful nudge with his elbow.

“Goldie, we don't need to rush with this Akuma, right?” he said, winking at her.

But then, instead of speaking up, she moved her lips and made a wordless noise, similar to the one Scar had made.

“Oh no, my poor Honeybee!” he exclaimed, realizing she had suffered the same as Scar, and he hugged his fellow heroine. “We'll get your voice back right away!”

He could feel Scar's anger and what was likely her flipping him off, but he paid her no mind. He pulled his baton-phone, knowing that it was the best way for her to 'speak' now.

“So you can't use your powers... and you can't detransform,” he said, summarizing the situation. “So we're fucked."

Marigold quickly tapped away at her top-phone, sending a message.

“You want to make Silencer say 'Venom' or 'Lucky Charm' with your stolen voices?” he asked, and she nodded. “How?”

She sent him another message, and he quickly read it.

“Huh?! Would that work?”

She smiled as she sent another message.

“Well, you're right that we don't have much choice.”

He got another message... but this time it was worthless. Namely, Scar making a selfie.

“Thanks for the contribution, Scar,” he sarcastically said.

----

The phone rang at the Hôtel de Ville, and a hand pressed a button.

“André, it's me, Bob!” the manager screamed. “I need the police!”

“No problem, Bob,” Silencer said, using the voice of André Bourgeois, who was now voiceless and struggling against the tight ropes holding him in place. “Just tell me where you are.”

----

As soon as the lift doors opened, Silencer reached out and grabbed Bob Roth.

“Thank you for escorting my prisoner, Officer Roger,” he said with Andre Bourgeois' voice, shocking the poor police lieutenant.

“Who–?” he asked, shocked at being tricked by an Akuma, but he was drowned out.

“EEEEK!” Roth said, once more screaming like a little girl as Silencer pulled him and threw him on a chair.

“I could easily take your voice, Bob Roth,” the Akuma said with Marigold's voice. “But what I want is for you to admit what you did!”

“NEVER!” the manager shouted.

“You think I can't make you?”

He switched to Scarlet Lady's voice.

“I can ruin you like you threatened to ruin Marinette!”

Then to Andre Bourgeois'.

“I know everyone in showbiz, Bob!”

Then to XY's.

“I'll never sing for you again, Dad!”

“Fine, fine, I'll do it!” Roth begged. “Why couldn't you just threaten my son?”

“Like that would've worked,” Silencer said, giving the manager a deadpan look.

“Damn, you knew.”

----

As they entered the studio once more, the television stopped showing ads, which were replaced by Bob Roth's cringing mug.

“Dear viewers, we're back with an exclusive interview with Bob Roth~” the voice of Alec Cataldi sounded out, although Marigold knew it wasn't him: this had to be Silencer!

“Hey, maybe we should let this play out,” Chat Noir suggested, eager to see the man getting punished for stealing his friends' work, but Marigold sent him a message.

“'It would be revenge, not justice. He'd just take it back later,'” he read aloud before sighing. “Well, you're right. No fun, but right.”

Marigold playfully stuck her tongue at him. Then he got another message.

“'You better not let an Akuma make XY or Chloé Bourgeois look bad'...” he read, wondering how that could not happen, and looked at Scar, who was also sticking her tongue out at him. “Leave the convincing to Marigold.”

----

The heroes quickly bursted in the set, and Chat Noir tackled Silencer out of the way while Marigold took Roth away.

“Mind your business or I'll shut you up forever!” Silencer threatened with Scarlet Lady's voice.

“Aw, but I'm hilarious,” he said, grinning and fending off his stretched-out arm.

Marigold dragged Roth to the first room she could find that would be isolated enough, which, much to her joy, was a dressing room she could use to pull off her plan.

“See here, Marigold! You need to hurry up and get rid of this guy!” Roth ordered, but she paid him no mind as she began to put together what she needed.

“This is all those brats' fault anyway, kitty whatever. Should've just let me steal the idea,” the man kept talking, making her twitch in anger. “Are you seriously doing arts and crafts right now? And where's Scarlet Lady?!”

Alright, that did it. This wouldn't be heroic, but it would feel amazing.

----

Scarlet Lady cuddled up with the tied up XY, who was struggling to move away from the superpowered stalker.

----

With Silencer running to attempt to find Roth, Chat Noir knew it was time to find the enemy and see what Marigold had come up with to do her part. And he also knew how to trick the Akuma.

“Oh nooo, Marigold, where'd you go?” he shouted, knowing that Silencer would be unable to resist the chance.

“I'm here, Chat Noir!” the Akuma said with Marigold's voice. “I defeated Silencer, meet me at the film set!”

He struggled to avoid cracking up, and just barely kept his laughter out of his answer.

“Sure, you got it!”

As he began to run for his destination, he found Marigold in the same corridor, holding her top with a few additions.

“There you are!” Chat Noir happily exclaimed, and he eyed the top. “What is that, 'Venom'?”

Marigold nodded.

“Got held up?” he asked, and Marigold's smile told him there was a story there that he'd love to listen to.

----

In the same dressing room Marigold had taken him to, Bob Roth was currently (unwillingly) cooling his heels thanks to the judicious application of a full roll of duct tape, tying him up to a chair, and rolled out of the way like junk.

“DAMN YOU MARIGOLD!” Roth screamed.

----

As they entered the film set, they found Silencer there, alone, and Chat Noir smirked as he pointed at Marigold.

“Too bad, Silencer, Marigold still has her superpower!” he taunted.

“Impossible!” Silencer exclaimed with Marigold's voice, making Chat Noir grin even wider. “I stole your voice! How could you summon Venom!”

And then the tricked-out top began to shine and twirl, and Marigold stuck her tongue at the Akuma, who realized too late that he had been tricked by the heroes.

“Aw crap,” he said, still using Marigold's voice, but before he could attempt to run away, Kitty Section tackled him.

“Hold still and take it, Luka!” the three teens shouted, grabbing him by the arms and torso to keep him from moving.

“Wuh – guys! Let go!” Silencer said, still using Marigold's voice.

“Omigod is that how you talk?!” Ivan said, laughing at how ridiculous it looked.

“No! Snap out of it!” Juleka ordered, while Rose hugged him even tighter.

“You can't do this!” the blonde girl shouted. “This isn't what we or Marinette want!”

The words caused Silencer to stop struggling, as he pondered the truth of it... giving Marigold the time she needed.

“An opening!” Kitty Section announced as Silencer became paralyzed by Venom, finally allowing Chat Noir to grab the Akumatized object.

“Thanks for the help, Kitty Section!” he said, smiling.

“Juleka, he knows our name!” Rose whispered, excited, but her girlfriend was checking something else.

“Uh, where'd you get a net?” she asked, pointing at the object in Marigold's hand.

Amazing what you find in dressing rooms, she thought, as the jellyfishes flew away from Silencer and she caught them with the net, putting her voice back where it belonged. Picking the one she had seen coming out of Scarlet's mouth, she found her sitting next to XY, who clearly looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the universe other than here (and who could fault him?).

“Here, Scarlet, we got your voice back,” she said, showing the red-with-black-spots jellyfish. “Just put it in your mouth.”

Scarlet made a disgusted sound and crossed her arms in front of her.

“What?”

Scarlet kept making similar wordless sounds and tried to push her back when she approached the voice.

“Just take it already! You have to fix things!” Marigold yelled, annoyed by Scarlet's skewed priorities. Then she looked down at it... and decided that, if Scarlet didn't want it, then she could probably use it.

But when she made to eat it, Scarlet changed her opinion. Clearly, a life without hearing herself talk was too hard for her to imagine.

----

As Scarlet cast the Miraculous Cure, Marigold rushed back to find Luka, who was finally recovering from the effects of Akumatization.

“Ugh,” he mumbled, still a bit disoriented. “What happened?”

“You were Akumatized, but it's fine now!” Marigold said.

“It's a scandal, Marigold!”

Everyone turned to the piece of junk Bob Roth, who had managed to drag himself to the film set along with the chair.

“Tying me up in a dressing room?! But at least you did one thing right!” he yelled, turning to Luka. “Serves you right, thinking you could make me tell the truth! Like I'd admit I stole Kitty Section's song and look for my son! HA!”

Then the man noticed how Marigold and Luka were smirking, and he felt dread going down his stomach.

“... uh, why're you smiling?”

“Because, Bob Roth,” Marigold said, before pointing to a camera... manned by Chat Noir, “you are on Candid Camera!”

“Smile!” Chat Noir added with a smile that wouldn't be out of place in the Cheshire Cat.

“GAH!” Bob Roth yelled, as he realized he had actually confessed the truth to all and sundry! He had to fix this quickly! “Ahahahaa! Obviously I was just joking! I love, uh, Kitty Section, which is why I'm signing them a record deal and having them finish the show!”

As he said this, he was sweating like it were midday in mid-summer, knowing that he was this close to getting his business ruined.

“Can we get that in writing, Bob Roth?” Luka imperiously asked.

----

As Kitty Section quickly went to pick up their things, Chat Noir had to leave, and Marigold hid away so she could undo her transformation, just as her hair comb beeped for the end of her transformation. Returning to the set, it was to see everyone getting ready for singing their song, and she walked up to Luka.

“Luka, um, did you mean what you said? As an Akuma?” she timidly asked, but he shook his head.

“I'm sorry, Marinette, I don't remember. I hope it wasn't mean.”

“Ah, no–” she said, but before she could add more, he spoke.

“You're an extraordinary girl, Marinette,” Luka said, and she felt her entire face burning. “Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody. You're the music that's been playing inside my head since the day we met.”

Marinette gave a silent nod, and as Luka walked to the scenario, she collapsed on the floor and against a wall.

THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER IN HIS OWN VOICE! she yelled in her mind, even as the ghost she was giving up squeed in delight.

Poor Marinette was left K.O. by the sudden confession, and as she gathered her wits, things were not much better.

“T–That was a love confession, wasn't it, Pollen?” she asked.

“Sure sounded like one to me!” her Kwami teased her, as the music started.

“Aw, geez,” she muttered, as she noticed Luka's eyes zeroing in on her. “How am I supposed to act now...?”

----

After all the kerfuffle was finally sorted out, Adrien was in the middle of his piano practice, as he went over what had happened to his friends.

“Thank goodness things worked out for Kitty Section,” he said; not only did they get that record deal, they had also ensured that all of their work would never be associated to XY, who (along with his father) was very lucky had not been slapped with a demand for plagiarism. Even if Gabriel Agreste had threatened to make things worse for Bob Roth.

Someone knocked on the door as he talked to himself and Plagg.

“Adrien, delivery,” Nathalie announced, and he stepped off the piano to grab the rather large package she had brought to him.

Putting it on a low table, he ripped off the tape.

“Huh, wonder what–”

And then he opened the package and gasped.

“My own Kitty Section costume?!” he shouted in joy. This must have been sent before everything that had happened, which meant Marinette had taken the time to sew him up one in the middle of all the hard work she had done.

“Oooo,” Plagg said, somewhat amazed at how good it looked.

To hell with piano practice, this was super-cool! He quickly donned the entire costume – unicorn mask included! - and posted it on his social network accounts. He may not be an official member of the band, but he would gladly show his love of his friends' group!

----

He had learned many things about crocodiles while taking care of Fang, and one of them was that crocodiles liked to hunt by ambush.

“Alright, Jagged, why'd you call me over so late?” Bob said as he entered the room.

The crocodile was not an animal that liked to run on land. No, they would wait under water, near the surface, unmoving... until prey got close enough.

“I'm in a bad mood so you better have a good reason!” Bob continued to yell, unaware of what was about to happen to him.

Because, as far as Jagged had been concerned... this man was prey today. And he was about to make clear his displeasure about the rotten thing he had tried to do.

“Why's it so dark–”

What a perfect cue! He stepped on the light switch, and the spotlight flashed over him.

“Bob.”

“EEEEKK!”

Ah, the sound of prey that knew how utterly fucked it was. He glowered at the bastard that had tried to ruin several lives that were very important to him.

“Let's talk about you threatening my favorite designer. And my ki– uh, her friends.”

Whoops, nearly slipped out. He hoped Fang was having as much fun as he was.

----

CHEW CHEW CHEW

Tasty thing! Shiny, with color of meat like Father gives me! Feels good to rip!

“DADDYYYYY! JAGGED STONE'S STUPID LIZARD IS EATING MY SHOES!” Loud Human shouts.

Who cares? Father said to chew on these things Loud Human put on her legs, and that was what he was going to do!

----

Desperada

@zoe-oneesama I think Jagged would have learned stuff about crocodiles, even if Fang still behaves like a dog! (Also, can't wait for Crocoduel)

By the way, that's 441 pages, 176582 words, 951399 characters.

[thestinkyman]

🎶✨when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to some of your favourite followers / mutuals

Oooo I love to gush about my favorite music so fuck yeah great ask!

Pull Me Under - Beyond Today. Delightful rock band, I saw their bassist live a few months ago, immaculate vibes imo

Something is Afoot on Old Man McGrady's River - Sarah and the Safe Word. AGSDFDC I CANNOT GET OVER THIS BAND PLEASE LISTEN TO THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH (also this song starts as a banger, ends a banger, and doesn't change in it's banger-iness at all throughout)

Bullmoose - Hyper Sloth. A fun song about a drinking game, I've met the whole band (they're close to where I live and my dad knows them), their guitarist Issa is such a cool dude

The Devil You Know - I Fight Dragons. Very upbeat, good workout music I think, I live biking to this song, good for singing along to also

Tie between Phantom of the Opera by Ghost, and Gaudy Cross by Trey Xavier, both just rattle my bones and I love them for it

I could go on for like 15 more songs, but here you go!

[tobiasdrake]

Before running off with Fubuki and enjoying life, I have hangouts to do. Picked up a few while working for Serval. Got one for Desuhiko, Fubuki, and Vivia - Though the bastards aren't letting me see Fubuki's yet. "Progress the Main Story". Okay, jerk.

Probably concerns her Forte, and they don't want to spoil it by having us discuss it before she can show it off. Oh well. Let's get Desuhiko over with so we can move on to Vivia.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Desuhiko likes to get high in his spare time. That disguise bag of his probably makes for a perfect hot-box.

Isn't this the same rooftop that Yakou took us to when we arrived? And that we then took Kurumi to?

I know we're in a fascist police state and all but it nonetheless speaks terribly of Kanai Ward's entertainment options, that the city's #1 most popular recreational activity is is standing on this rooftop.

Yuma trying to figure out a polite way to say that he's been here enough times to be over it.

That's not necessarily true, Yuma. Desuhiko works in information gathering, and you'd be surprised what people will tell to celebrities. Plus, with his Disguise kit, he can be whoever he wants when he's on the job.

Tom Cruise, one of the most recognizable people in the world, was once able to pass unnoticed among people by dressing as a Fedex delivery man. Even sat down and had conversations with people, and nobody pegged him as Tom Cruise.

If he can do it, Desuhiko and his magic bag of shapeshifting certainly can.

Like Halara, Desuhiko's Forte is not something he learned at Xavier's School but a pre-existing talent that he merely honed under their tutelage.

Oh, no, I believe it. You reek of fragile overcompensation. Your powerset is basically an elaborate metaphor for "Come on, baby, I can be whatever you want me to be!" Which men with low self-esteem always think is a more attractive pitch than it actually is.

And I know it's a metaphor for that because I've literally watched you do it. Well, not so much watched as followed the breadcrumb trail of women you failed to hit on with your genius "What kind of guy do you like? I'll become that!' pickup strategy.

I've been there. I get it. But I think you need to step away from the skirt-chasing and go learn to love yourself.

Desuhiko is completely self-taught. He's not even 100% sure what he needs to learn. This would be a good time to bring up his guitar, but he freezes out of ignorance instead.

Kid gives off strong poser energy. I don't get the impression from him that he wants to be, specifically, a singer or dancer or guitarist or actor, or even a Triple Threat. He may not even know what a Triple Threat is.

He has no passion for performance. He just wants to be famous. I think it comes from the same place as his skirt-chasing; Desuhiko craves external validation. He still has low self-esteem; He just, like many fragile overcompensaters, masks it under a veil of aloofness. He's the sort of guy that will tell you to your face that he doesn't care what you think, while visibly caring a great deal about what you think.

[lovetorn]

so she goes - xavier thorpe [part 2]

Guitarist!Xavier x Fem!Reader

tonight you are mine [part 1]

Summary: After your date with Xavier, he doesn't call, leaving you to worry about where you stand.

Warnings: swearing, maybe some grammar mistakes (if you can find any, pls lmk) & i think that's all

A/N: i went down a different route for the second part because i didn't want to write the actual date. i hope you don't have high expectations lmao xo enjoy!

W/C: 3.2k

“I hate him.” You spat as you slammed the door of your and Enid’s apartment closed. Knowing she would be in her room, it was the first place you went. 

You stood in the doorway while Enid lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She had a knowing smirk on her lips but went against guessing. 

“Who do we hate now?” She asked. 

“Xavier! Who else?” 

Enid kept her giddiness to herself and acted nonchalant. “I mean, there are a few others we could hate instead. But what did he do?” 

You shook your head. 

Nothing. He had done nothing. 

Enid knew from your expression that the date had gone well. “What did you do?” 

You sighed and pushed Enid over lightly so you could lay next to her. Covering your face, you groaned. 

“He’s just so irritating! He’s cocky, and he’s cheeky, and he’s so damn cute, and I wish he were boring so I didn’t get this annoying feeling in my stomach every time he spoke.” Your hands muffled your words, yet Enid heard every word. She grinned from ear to ear while you continued; however, your voice dropped to a whisper, tethering on the edge of cracking. “I’m scared, Enid.” 

The blonde girl’s eyes widened at your confession. She shook her head and tried to remove your hands from your face. Her tone was quiet and warm as she spoke. 

“Why are you scared? There’s no reason to be scared. He likes you, Y/n,” She whispered. “And I know you don’t believe he could, but you should’ve heard him backstage beforehand. It was almost sickening,” She made a face, and you laughed softly. “He thinks you’re the prettiest, and I think so too if that counts for anything.” 

You nodded, tears threatening to slip out of the corners of your eyes. “Really?” 

“Obviously,” Then she gasped. “He didn’t hurt you, did he? If he has upset you, I will kick his ass and throw him out of his own band.” 

Laughing, you turned your head towards her. “No, this is all me.” 

She gave you a solemn look and twisted her lips. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. 

Enid shook her head. “It’s the truth. So,” she clapped and smiled, changing the direction of the conversation. “How was the date?” 

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Meanwhile, Xavier paced in Ajax’s living room. The latter sat bored on the couch while he watched his best friend argue with himself. Xavier had gotten back from your date around the same time you had, but the warmth in his chest was something he hadn’t acknowledged until he got to Ajax’s apartment. 

“She’s so…” Xavier paused to find the word. 

“Cute, funny, so sarcastic it almost hurts—” 

“Frustrating!” 

“Not the word I would’ve gone for, but yeah, okay.” 

Xavier didn’t pay any mind to his best friend as he made a hole in the floor. “She’s like no one I've ever met, Jax. She’s, like, perfect for me!”

“Okay, perfect?” Ajax furrowed his brows. “You met her tonight.” 

“Exactly!” Xavier stopped in his tracks and pointed at Ajax. “We only met tonight, and I already feel like this.”

Ajax went to open his mouth to talk again but was cut off. 

“Is she a witch? Do they exist? Has she cast a spell on me?” Xavier’s long arms were thrown in the air in question as he continued to pace, his hair swishing in every direction. His expression was deadly serious, and Ajax had to hold in his laughter for fear he’d offend his friend. 

“I just think you like her, Thorpe.”

Xavier couldn’t keep his smile contained as he looked at Ajax. “Yeah. Looks like it doesn’t it.” 

“Bro, yes! I thought we would be here all week until you figured it out.” Ajax jumped from the couch and hugged his taller friend, the pair laughing together. 

“Shut up.” 

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It had been a week since your date. A week since Xavier took you for dinner and then drove you home. A week since you’d heard from him. It hurt that he didn’t text you, but you didn’t either, and a phone works both ways. 

You refused to tell Enid, afraid she would pity you. You went about your days jumping when your phone got a message and hoping Enid wouldn’t bring him up, which was going fine until she invited you to a band practice at Xavier’s. 

“It’ll only be for a few hours, I promise, and then you can go home.” She practically begged. You screwed your lips, unsure. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Enid by telling her the truth, so you agreed. 

“Great!” She squealed. “I’ll see you at 4.” 

At 4 pm, after parking your car in the street of Xavier’s house, you walked towards the address Enid had given you. Band practice was held at Xavier’s, as he was the only one with a garage to do so. He lived off-campus in a quaint house he shared with his other college friends. 

You didn’t need to double-check the address when you heard the familiar sound of an electric guitar and drums. Your nerves were almost unbearable—it was the first time you’d be seeing Xavier after your date. After he never followed up with you. 

“And here she is! The girl of the hour, my favourite person ever—”

“After Ajax.”

“After Ajax! Hey…” Enid’s voice echoed through the street as she spoke through the microphone when she spotted you on the sidewalk. “Y/n!” 

The electric guitar riffs stopped. You looked up and waved at Enid before your gaze drifted to the left. Xavier sat with his deep blue guitar, the afternoon sun reflecting off the paint. Heat rose to your cheeks as you shared an awkward smile with him. If the others saw, they didn’t say anything yet. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Ajax sang, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You shook your head, wishing they wouldn’t tease you. You didn’t want to make things awkward, considering you hadn’t told anyone you hadn’t spoken to Xavier in a week.

“Hi, Ajax. Where’s Rowan?” You wanted nothing more than to direct the conversation down a different route, but when Ajax looked at you like that, you knew he wasn’t giving up the topic f his best friend and you yet. 

“He had a study group,” Ajax brushed off your question. “There’s a seat next to Xav if you need one.” 

You gave him an unsure smile in response and saw Xavier drag a fold-out chair towards him and pat it in your peripheral. Sighing, you turned, avoided eye contact, and sat in the seat next to Xavier.

“Thank you.” 

“No problem.” He watched you sit down; his green eyes were bright in the setting sun. 

You didn’t speak for a moment, letting the awkward air settle between you two, instantly regretting it. 

“I’m just here to watch, okay? Don’t let me distract you.” You said, picking at your fingernail. 

Xavier laughed breathlessly next to you. “Easy for you to say.” 

You leaned back in your seat, deciding to go with a teasing response rather than none at all. You’d hope it would diffuse the tension. “Pretend I’m a ghost. Or, a witch, rather. I’ve cast an invisibility spell….” 

Ajax had told you about Xavier’s spiel about you last week when you were still riding the high from going on a date with Xavier. And let’s just say you’d have enough ammo for a while if Xavier would let you. 

The uncomfortable air dissipated as Xavier turned around quickly and shot Ajax a glare. “Are you fucking kidding?” 

The drummer just laughed and threw his arms up in surrender. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man.” 

“I hate all of you.” 

You wore a smug grin as you stared at his side profile. 

“Not Y/n, right? You still have so many dates to go on.” Ajax called.

Xavier physically froze, and Ajax started clicking his fingers at Enid to get her attention. 

His head slowly turned towards you, a lopsided grin on his lips. He glanced at his best friend before he nodded. 

“Yeah, no, I don’t hate you.” His expression softened when he saw your teeth capture your bottom lip. “What are you doing tonight?” 

You ignored Enid’s giddy squeal and replied. “Whatever you’re doing.” Your gaze never left his eyes. The anxiety about Xavier you’d harboured had been on the back burner.

Ajax laughed. “She’s so smooth, Thorpe! Up your game, bro!” 

Xavier dropped his head and let out an easy chuckle before looking back at you. “Sounds good. We’ll go out after this.” 

You nodded, anxiety fizzling in your stomach as you thought about being alone with him again. 

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The deep chords of the guitar vibrated through the garage. Enid went inside to get water with Ajax, who desperately needed one too. You rolled your eyes when the couple left, leaving you with Xavier. Although, he was in his own world while he figured out the riff to a new song. 

You had relaxed a while ago with your head lolled to the side as you watched Xavier pluck the guitar strings. You didn’t mind watching him; you found it intriguing and didn’t want to disturb him. You wanted to ask him about not calling but were deterred when you saw his expression.

Xavier’s face was tense with concentration, his hair hung in his eyes, and you took the time to admire him while he attempted different patterns. The way his fingers moved up and down the neck; the way he hummed the melody; the way he sighed in annoyance when he couldn’t get it quite right. 

After he played through the song with the riff he was trying out, you intervened. “That sounds really good, Xav.” 

Xavier glanced at you, a sheepish smirk on his lips as he shrugged one shoulder. “I guess.” A deep red dusted his cheeks as he smiled wider. “Thanks.” 

You noticed him lean closer, and you did too. His eyes flickered to your mouth, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. It was quiet, the only sound being the wind brushing the plants a few feet away from you. 

But the door attached to the kitchen slammed open, making you two jump apart. 

“Are we ready to rock and roll?” Ajax yelled. Enid bounced on her toes next to him, and Xavier stood, putting the guitar strap over his head. He gave you an apologetic look before smirking, dimples indenting his cheeks. 

As you watched him adjust the strap, you noticed the ends of his hair were caught under it on the back of his neck. 

“Xav.” After the sound of your voice, Xavier turned. He was confused when you stood up and reached towards his neck. You spun him back around, grabbed his hair, and slowly pulled it out from under the strap. The room was silent as the others watched your interaction. Xavier’s forehead creased when he felt you do so but relaxed when he realised what you’d done. 

“Uh, thanks, Y/n.” He mumbled, his cheeks still painted a darker crimson than before. 

“No problem.” You wrung your hands together. “You should probably put your hair up.” 

“Is that what you want?” He teased, leaning over to pluck the hair tie off your wrist. 

You stammered as he took it, heat rushing to your cheeks when he winked at you as he pulled his hair out of his face and into a bun. If Enid was squealing with excitement like usual, you didn’t hear it, too preoccupied seeing how a single hairstyle could change his appearance. 

His features were sharper in the afternoon light compared to on stage. His nose longer, cheekbones higher, his jaw defined, and his neck slender. 

“Stop drooling, or you’ll have to mop the floor yourself, Y/n!” Xavier chuckled to himself as Ajax yelled. 

Your whole body was on fire in embarrassment. “Fuck off, Jax!”

The drummer only laughed and began the first beats of the new song. It was difficult without the bass guitar, but they made it work.

So She Goes. 

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Xavier was relieved practice was over, something he would never admit. He loved playing, and he loved the band, but when you sat there looking pretty, he would do anything to leave and take you out instead. He was a little upset that you hadn’t texted him back, but he would do anything to find out why, which is mainly why he asked you to hang out. He couldn’t stand to be away from you again when you were so close. 

So, he led you to his car, a black Toyota Corolla, and opened the passenger door for you. He would drop you back here to get your car afterwards. 

The silence inside the car was uncomfortable as you watched the street lights pass by out the window. Unironically, High and Dry by Radiohead played softly through the radio, and Xavier tightened his fists on the steering wheel, glancing over at you through the darkness. 

You pursed your lips in an attempt to stop your giggle. But you told him last week that you’d always laughed at the wrong times, so he was expecting it. 

“Xavier,” You said, a breath of laughter following. “Where are we going?”

He smirked, poking his cheek with his tongue at the sound, and looked at you when the car stopped at a red light. “A lookout. We need to talk.” 

His tone was light, faking seriousness, so you weren’t expecting an awkward chat about where you stood with each other. 

Warm light passed through the car in bursts as you turned to watch Xavier drive a few minutes ago. He let his hair down some time ago, rolling the hair tie back onto your wrist with a thank you. You played with the band on your arm as you admired him, and you knew he knew you were doing so. 

A few bumps in the road made you look straight ahead. The feeling told you the car was pulling up to a gravel road, and then the crunching sound of tyres on the pebbles filled the car. You slid slightly in your seat, and Xavier looked over at you, smiling. 

You’d heard about this lookout from people at college. It was a beautiful spot at night but also the number one hook-up spot for students who lived in dorms and had roommates. You couldn’t help but feel the anticipation as he pulled into a parking spot. 

The view that expanded past the windscreen was unexpected. The vivid lights of downtown and the clusters of lights from neighbourhoods blurred the stars in the sky, but it was a sight. 

You sat further up in your seat to try and spot your apartment building—something you still couldn’t find every time he brought you here. 

As you searched, Xavier fidgeted in his seat. He wasn’t sure how to bring up the situation with you, his confident persona that you knew from a week ago fading with every day he wasn’t on stage. 

So, instead of stalling, he outright asked it. “Why didn’t you text me back?” 

You turned your head towards him, a confused look on your face. “You never texted me.” 

“Yes, I did,” Xavier plucked his phone from the cup holder and passed it to you. You squinted at the screen. “See?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you grabbed the phone out of his hand and read the phone number at the top of the screen after reading the message: hey y/n, i had a great time the other night. wanna do it again?

“My number is wrong,” Xavier’s head whipped towards you. “That six is meant to be a five.”

“Seriously?” He was breathless as he asked and then blushed, playfully snatching his phone from your hands. “I’ll fix that.” 

As you watched him change the number, you sat sideways in your seat. Glancing to your left, you saw a familiar grey t-shirt on the backseat.

“Let’s see.” You mumbled, reaching to grab the shirt. As you unravelled it, you saw Xavier take a glimpse at what you were holding. Your phone number was still scribbled messily on the chest area of the shirt where you wrote it a week ago, and you could see how he could have mistaken the 5 for a 6. 

“I wrote that so badly, sorry,” You smiled sheepishly, covering your cheeks with your hands that held the shirt, mostly by accident, but Xavier thought it was cute. The faint scent of his cologne and him overwhelmed your senses, and your ears felt hot. 

Xavier locked his phone and set it in the cup holder. Your phone buzzed under your leg, and you ignored it as you made eye contact with him. 

You dropped your hands to your lap and rubbed the fabric with your fingers, tilting your head when Xavier sighed. “Aren’t you gonna answer?” 

“Depends.” You whispered, throwing a teasing smile in his direction as you tossed the shirt in your hands in the backseat, tapping your phone screen afterwards.

Saturday? 

Xavier gave you a crooked smile and dropped his gaze to his lap, his hair falling in front of his eyes. He lifted his eyes to yours before you spoke.

You nodded. “I can do Saturday.” 

“Perfect,” His cheeks were pink. “But I have a gig beforehand, so if you want to come to that, I can get you a spot backstage.”

Xavier leaned his elbow on the middle console and brought his face toward yours. Your eyes flickered between his and his lips, noticing him doing the same. 

“Sounds good, rockstar.” You say, brushing his jaw with your fingertips. 

It was silent for a moment as the two of you admired each other. His breath on your lips and your nose brushing his. You tucked his hair behind his ear, a few strands falling forward in protest.

“Can I?” He mumbled, his hand caressing the back of your head, fingers twisting in your hair. 

You nodded, wasting no time, and gripped his chin, kissing him. 

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

On Saturday night, Enid invited Xavier to perform his new song. One the band had spent hours on that week s he could do so. You stood in the front row after declining Xavier’s offer to be backstage. You would tell him later that it was because you liked the atmosphere and not because you could see him better from there. 

Xavier was in his element. With his burning glances and swollen lips, long fingers and raspy voice, he only kept his eyes on you. He played his guitar and sang with Enid like an angel, and it was only a few songs before he was running the show.

He dedicated this song to you. The one he had been writing for months and couldn’t finish. 

But once he had his muse, he was hooked. 

Rose colored glasses glued to my face when she always came around,  attaching memories to these sounds

Dimming the flashes from the Polaroids I took inside my head,  but I'll forget the words she said

And so she goes, leaving those aspirations And so she goes, free from those conversations

And she faced the window driving back on Main Street And I'll keep my cards close whenever someone's near me

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

songs mentioned: - so she goes - geskle

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

thank you for reading! <3

[priniya]

ʚɞ niya’s masterlist

☀️ = fluff ⭐️ = favorite 🌪️ = angst 🐾 = requested

🪄 potterverse

james potter

❝till forever falls apart❞ — james wants to know if the cruel sister of his best friend is as cruel as sirius always says. it takes him a few detention to break the cold façade of y/n black. part one! 🌪️☀️

❝not mad anymore❞ — james holds a silent grudge against his best friends until he apologises to potter’s girlfriend. part two! 🌪️☀️

❝confession❞ — during a quick truth or dare game, james learns his girlfriend’s past and gets jealous. 🌪️☀️

❝sirius shouldn’t know❞ — being in a secret relationship with your brother’s best friend is hard, it gets harder when your boyfriend play-pretend with a girl he was obsessed with, unconciously making you jealous.

❝unspoken things❞ — james becomes head over heels for a girl he thinks sirius is in love with, or has history with at least. when she wants him to make a move, he takes a step back. 🐾

regulus black

❝something bad is bound to happen❞ — regulus’ girlfriend always seemed out of her mind, but attending a death-eathers meeting just to keep him protected is something he never thought would happen. ⭐️

❝better than revenge❞ — after a fight with sirius, regulus is miserable and y/n malfoy takes it into her own hands to make sure her boyfriend’s brother knows his place. ☀️⭐️

theodore nott

❝end up here❞ — when cormac mclaggen puts his hands on you, something snaps inside of theo and some time later you end up in his bathroom. ☀️⭐️

❝small worlds❞ — being an introvert pushed into a crowd of over extraverts isn’t what you imagined doing on a friday night. good thing that theodore nott seems to be the best extrovert you could ever find to be around. ☀️🐾

❝opposites attract❞ — theo nott finds himself enamoured with a weasley, and goddamn it he cannot stop thinking about her, being as whipped as possible. ☀️

❝beautiful boy❞ — theodore gets jealous over your friendship with mattheo. ☀️🐾

❝too many nights❞ — theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend. ☀️

🔱 riordanverse

percy jackson

dating percy as a child of aphrodite ☀️

leo valdez

dating leo as a child of aphrodite ☀️

🎬 miscellaneous

xavier thorpe

❝days like these❞ — xavier visits you for christmas ☀️

❝meddle about❞ — all she was supposed to do was to stand in the front row, hyping up her cousin, not get the lead guitarist fall on his knees for her. ☀️⭐️

❝getaway car❞ — y/n is furious when xavier doesn’t pay her any attention, but as soon as something bad happens to him, she can’t hold her grudge anymore. 🌪️

❝old fashioned lover boy❞ — xavier thorpe takes interest in one of the addams twins, when they arrive at nevermore. ☀️

❝romantic lover❞ — when xavier thorpe is falling in love, there’s no turning backs. ☀️

minho (xo kitty)

❝the story of us❞ — minho reuintes with his camp girlfriend, when she comes to kiss, and as they say… first love never dies. ☀️⭐️

spencer reid (criminal minds)

❝actress’ savior❞ — minho reuintes with his camp girlfriend, when she comes to kiss, and as they say… first love never dies. ☀️⭐️

jj maybank (outer banks)

🏐 haikyuu

tsukishima kei

❝tsukishima kei, the tutor❞ — when his girlfriend is in need, tsukishima drops everything to help her pursue her dreams. ☀️⭐️

❝first love❞ — first love is the one you never forgets, they say, and they’re right. there’s no way in this world that you would ever forget how you fell in love with tsukishima kei. part one!☀️

❝jealousy❞ — tsukishima gets jealous when someone hits up on you, and make sure everyone knows that tsukishima kei isn’t the type to share. part two! ⭐️

kenma kozume

❝mystery of love❞ — kenma’s girlfriend accidentally walks up on him when he’s streaming and spends time with him. ☀️

oikawa tōru

❝guitarist❞ — when reader’s band plays an important concert, oikawa tells his girlfriend that there’s no chance he could get back to japan, but the truth is that there’s no thing that could stop tooru from being with his significant other in the day as important as her concert. ☀️🌪️

kageyama tobio

❝sentimental❞ — kageyama’s girlfriend surprises him and the team with freshly baked cinnamon rolls and strawberries. ☀️

[lovecatsys]

Academy X/Hellions/X Kids Band AU

keno and i were talking abt a potential academy x band AU a while back and then I came up w a very elaborate plot with lots of ideas and headcanons so. here we go.

The Hellions

Julian Keller - lead vocals/main songwriter

Noriko Ashida - lead guitar/songwriter/occasional vocalist

Brian Cruz - rhythm guitar/backing vocalist

Laura Kinney - bassist

Quentin Quire - drums/songwriter

Kevin Ford - percussion & synths (as recurring background/guest musician)

Details/Plot/dynamics/etc under the cut!!

The Backstory

the basic story is that in this AU, they're mutants, superheroes and supervillains still exist, the x men and subsequent teams still exist (and their history is somewhat known) but the kids did not go to the Xavier school and are just mutant kids (mostly) unaffiliated with the X-Men

Julian is a good singer and songwriter, a proud mutant young adult, who wants to start a band. So! he starts the band with his girlfriend (Laura, her backstory is the same she just met Julian and they started dating) and best friend (Brian). Laura has been learning bass for a little while, Brian knows a little guitar, they start to figure out the logistics & gain skill practicing Julian's songs, while looking for more fellow mutant musicians.

They find Nori (her backstory is the same) who's a very talented guitarist and also a songwriter, as well as Quentin, a drummer and songwriter. Both these kids are proud mutants and punks, so they fit along with Julian's ideal vibe for the band.

So! the band cuts a record, their first album, they blow up as a political all-mutant band, pissing off all the right people and gathering a large following of youth, punk, mutant, queer, and counter culture alike.

Julian has always looked up to Emma Frost, and names the band the Hellions after her student team, the rivals of the new mutants.

The Music

The band ranges over a few genres, generally categorized as alternative rock, with punk and industrial elements occasionally.

Julian is considered the "main songwriter" of the band, though Nori and Quentin probably contribute an equal amount of songs. I imagine his voice as being fairly smooth but a bit nasally, with a medium pitch range. His songs are lyrically very sound, and generally stick to an alt rock vibe, with occasional industrial elements (usually due to Kevin's influence/backing musicianship). I'm envisioning him as having a very strong voice. Julian will write about a great many things, generally political messages about anti-mutant sentiment and mutant pride, love and sex (he's such a cheesy romantic), or just whatever. Huge influence for Julian song's vibes is Placebo

Noriko adds an element of electric punk to the band. Her songs are lyrically not very interesting, but she makes up for it in the melodies and her musicianship. Nori has a special guitar designed where she can channel her powers into it and doesn't need to use her gauntlets. This gives her a very unique and HEAVY sound. She also writes about mutanthood and its political aspects, along with other political stuff, womanhood and racism, I'm imagining she has something of a riot grrrl vibe going on (which I've always headcanoned her as being into). Her songs and guitar style in my head are very similar to Nova Twins.

Brian adds a steady contrast to Nori's heavy, unusual guitar sound. His playing is a lot softer and more clear. He does a lot of backing vocals, and there's probably a song or two where he gets to do the lead vocals- either Julian or Quentin may have written a song specifically for him to sing. I imagine he has a very soft and beautiful voice. Though many critics would probably call him the "useless" or least important member of the band, he's actually a very important part of their sound– his rhythms make their sound feel whole in a way. He only really became a musician because Julian wanted to start a band and he wanted to be a part of it, because he loves Julian and in a way almost revolves his life around him, but he becomes an integral part of the band.

Laura has a killer bass line, I imagine she has a great level of precision to her playing, strong hands already skilled from her extensive fighting capability. She may not have learned bass until her late teen years but she got the hang of it really quickly and became a phenomenal bassist. Her bass playing is heavy and precise, and her bass lines aren't exactly the most elaborate, but they're effective and fun (Georgia South from Nova Twins vibes).

Quentin is the most punk member of the band, every song he writes is punk, he is actively part of the subculture, and his mutant pride shines through the most out of all of them. almost all of his songs are political, most often about mutant pride and anti-mutant sentiment, he probably has multiple songs that are about the genocide of Genosha. He also writes a lot about his struggles with mental illness, substance abuse, trauma, and his insecurities. He doesn't sing and generally gives his songs to Julian to sing. He is a very good drummer, his drumming is heavy, loud, and fast– he uses his telekinesis to aid his drum playing. I'm imagining he has an extended drumset he put together himself, and uses psionic drumsticks. However, his drum playing is not as precise as he would like it to be, as he's not a very skilled telekinetic (at least, not like Julian is).

Kevin is not an official member of the band, he's a freelance industrial solo musician who makes all his music himself using a variety of forms of percussion and synths. But as he is an active mutant musician in the alt industry, he collaborates with the Hellions a lot, and Julian, Laura and Brian become close friends to him. He generally works on Julian's songs (or occasionally Nori's) and adds an industrial element to them with synths or various forms of percussion unrelated to a drumset.

I'm also imagining a song where Roxy makes an appearance as a guest rapper.

The Story

After their first album blows up, the band goes on tour and rapidly gains a huge following. They experience a lot of anti mutant sentiment, and protesters at their shows. They generally respond with lots of "f us" and flipping them off. Julian, Nori, and Quentin all use their powers to make all sorts of fantastic displays for the show (who needs light shows when you have telekinesis and electricity manipulation?).

Julian, Nori, and Quentin are the biggest names in the band, and the loudest personalities. They may all be incredible musicians and songwriters who work together very well on stage and in the studio, but they do NOT get along and have massive personality conflicts. It can be pretty playful and ridiculous at times, but it can also lead to serious conflicts that are detrimental to the band. They're all incredibly egotistical and in general don't work together when it comes to deciding who's songs go on the album and who's doing this and that and such.

The band manages to put out two new albums, while experiencing a lot of internal drama, AND on top of that, a lot of anti mutant hate at shows, on the news, on the internet, basically everywhere. Laura realizes she's a lesbian at some point and breaks up with Julian, which causes some heartbreak and conflict, but eventually gets resolved and they remain friends. Brian struggles with depression and feeling like he's useless to the band, he also struggles in his relationship with Julian due to the fact that he's in love with him. Brian also becomes very close to Quentin, and Julian gets jealous, feeling like Quentin, who he's never liked, has stolen his best friend. And well, Nori and Quentin and Julian don't get along, obviously. Quentin also struggles with substance abuse, which becomes more and more serious as the band's history goes on. After their third album comes out at they go on tour, they're already considering breaking up the band due to all of these issues.

On the tour for their third album, the band experiences a serious hate crime- anti mutant bigots organized together and got tickets, pretending to be fans, and bombed the stage during their performance. While no one dies, Julian loses his hands, Brian almost dies, and they all sustain very serious trauma from the incident. While Julian and Brian are in the hospital, recovering, the rest of the band agrees to break up the act. when Julian learns of this, he becomes extremely angry and upset that they made that decision without him.

They all go their separate ways, Brian moves back to Puerto Rico and lives with his family, who help him through the trauma, and he gets therapy. around this time is when Logan dies and Laura takes up the mantel of Wolverine, starting her official career as a superhero. Nori and Quentin both go on to be solo acts. Nori's music becomes even more aggressively political and ANGRY because of the event. Quentin's substance abuse gets progressively worse. Julian retreats into himself and becomes extremely depressed, ashamed of his disability and traumatized by the explosion.

The band remains broken up for a long time, around 4-5 years. During this time, Brian tries to reach out to Julian and help him out when he finds out how terribly depressed his best friend is, but Julian ignores him. Nori eventually decides to do something with all her rage and trauma from anti-mutant bigots, and starts doing activism work for mutants and mutant youth especially. She uses her fame to become a huge figure in the fight for mutant rights, and continues to make political music, though it becomes less heated over time. Quentin eventually gets his shit together and goes sober, and also starts doing some minor activism work, he and Brian also reconnect and date for a little, though they don't make their relationship public and it doesn't last very long, they still remain friends and have a much healthier relationship than they originally did when the band was still together. Laura finds Gabby and finds herself in a very good place in her life for the first time ever as Wolverine (the same basic plot of All new Wolverine happens).

Emma Frost has never actually listened to the Hellions' music, as she knows she would despise it and doesn't want to taint the image of the band in her head, but she's always been aware of them and thinks very fondly of them, especially of Julian, who received public criticism when the band was formed for naming them after the Hellions, who were "supervillains." She was rightfully angered when the concert was bombed, and at some point towards the end of those 4-5 years, she wonders to herself whatever happened to Julian Keller. She seeks him out via cerebro, and when she finds him living incredibly depressed on his own, surviving along only with his residual money from the band's years of fame, she refuses to let it stay that way. She comes into his house one day, paying a bunch of people to clean, giving him prosthetic hands to use with his telekinesis that she had made, and insisting that he needs to get his life together already. She helps him get back up on his feet financially, pays for therapy for him, and encourages him to get back to recording music again (and get a life). Emma basically forces herself into Julian's life and becomes his mentor and mother figure.

Julian starts putting together an album, and meets the love of his life through Emma, a dancer named Sofia Mantega. After his album gets released, and the rest of the band hears about it, they all slowly start to reconnect, keeping it quiet at first, hanging out and catching up, having jam sessions where they play old songs and new songs. They all find that they get along so much more now that they're all in much better places of their lives, though they can still be bitchy and mean and get annoyed with each other, they all build healthier friendships and find that they really missed writing and playing music together.

Eventually they officially announce that the band is back together and will be releasing an album and going on tour soon. Their album is a completely different style and tone than their music was previously. It leans more towards punk and regular rock, and it's a lot more uplifting and cathartic. Lyrically its about overcoming their trauma and not letting the weight of it get them down, continuing despite the fact that anti-mutant hate is still happening. (Placebo's Battle for the Sun is the kind of vibe this situation and musical shift is)

Fans are overjoyed, they make sure to take extra security measures on the tour, and they're all incredibly happy to be back making music with each other again. Their career continues after this, keeping the same new style and generally keeping their music more positive than it used to be. Julian eventually marries Sofia and she features in a few of their music videos as a dancer. Julian also writes many, many songs about Sofia and their relationship and his love for her.

Random Headcanons

Julian has a diva phase, he also wears bright red lipstick and/or a dress on stage multiple times

Quentin leans into his omega gang outfit in the early days, also leans heavily into the omega branding thing

They cover Queen Bitch by David Bowie, alt-ify it and Julian puts his whole pussy into it.

I made a playlist with a few songs that I think capture the style of the band– I do have individual explanations for each song but I've already eluded to some of the artists/albums in this post so I'm not gonna go into it more, feel free to ask though!

[day0walkersdrafts]

Benny fucking hates New Jersey. Rightfully so. They’re New Yorks younger, stupider brother—and South Jersey was worse for some reason. They’ve an adapted version of his Queens accent, but nastier. An underserving amount of pride that they have gas attendants and that The Jersey shore was filmed on the Jersey shore (where the fuck else would it be filmed? Ben wonders, if not the fucking Jersey shore?) If you didn’t mind stepping on glass and getting harassed by people living under the boardwalk, the beach was—no. Benny fucking hates New Jersey.

There’s that classic saying; I left all my exes in dead in Texas. Well, Ben dated a girl from Ocean City for a minute and it was the worst minute of his life. So he has absolutely no love for Atlantic City, but an East Coast Tour for Ratspit doesn’t exist without a pit stop in New Jersey. Go figure.

But, overall, it wasn’t the worst night he’d had since joining security for the band. Tino ran such a tight crowd it was hard for things to go wrong; Xavier’s muscular handsome self by the stage looking menacing (when he wasn’t turning his chin over his shoulder and looking moony at Ratspits drummer). Ben was making sure front line row didn’t spill over and start climbing the stage to yank little Lark right off and snap him in two with horny Ratspit obsession.

Still. Ben was tired. He was fucking sore and his ears were ringing; because even the little pink plugs he’d gotten for himself didn’t drown out the music—that he did not care for—well enough. But he’d promised Xavier that he’d meet him at the bar anyway. And as much as Ben loved to break a promise—and often did—he found himself wandering to the airdropped location anyway. Grumbling as he went that Xavier was even lucky he had his phone on him to follow the directions. Even luckier that he was mostly just hungry enough for dive bar food.

Ben pushes the door open exactly as someone stumbles out, reeking of vodka. He watches them tumble down the sidewalk, their little intoxicated dance briefly amusing before he slips his lean body into the yawning open door. He’s met instantly by the stereotypical volume, all those horrible Jersey accents and the promising smell of terrible greasy food.

Xavier’s easy to spot. Had snagged himself a spot at the bar, long body hunched over a terrible looking mess of nachos. He sits directly under the television, eyes up and glazed over. Benny is not surprised that a hockey game is on. Xavier could go a fourteen hour shift standing on hot coals and find time for fucking hockey. Masshole loser. Ben dodges others in the bar, unafraid to put hands on people to slightly angle them out of the way or get him closer.

“Are they winning?” Ben asks, squeezing his way next to Xavier. A pretty blond girl momentarily looks to see whose shoving up behind her and then immediately looks away from Benny at the sight of his sneering grin. Benny turns his attention back to his friend and coworker; runs a hand right up from the nape of the red heads neck to the top of his head, shaking it back and forth a little as his fingers grip into Xavier’s hair. Xavier tilts his head to smile at Benny.

“Absolutely fucking not, dude. I’m miserable.” Xavier scoops a nacho and shoves it into his mouth. “Fanks for comin’,” he continues as he chews.

“Where’s your plu-plus one?”

Because Xavier had not asked just for company. He’d mostly cornered Benny after the show and all but begged him to tag along; because when he’d told Benji he was going to a bar after the show to watch his stupid game, Benji had declined to come. Normal behavior from that prickly bastard. Something about resting up before tomorrow, hanging out with the giant guitarist. No doubt the terror that was their bassist would find a way in on that; whole trio of terrifying in his opinion.

But when Benji had declined, his visitor had not. The new guy. Well. Not really. Not part of the band or crew; just a friend from the UK that was bored for the summer and decided to tag along on the tail end before they went back together. Which was fine, sure. But this was not just a friend.

Best friends, Xavier had said in a panicked voice, clutching Ben’s shoulders. Like, their parents knew each other before they were even born, best friends. And he wants to hang out with me. I can’t be alone with him, I’ll say something stupid.

Benny thought having nearly his entire throat columned in bruises from Benji’s lips and teeth made him look stupid already in front of the knew-each-other-since-birth best friend. But he’d agreed to come, because Maran was interesting. He was pretty and interesting—which were two very good combinations as far as Benny was concerned. And he’d not gotten a real chance to interact with him. Seemed like he was having a good time in America so far if the way Ratspit’s little social media manager looked stumbling from a supply closet had anything to say about it.

“He went to the bathroom a minute ago. He was drilling me,” Xavier mumbles to his nachos. Crunch, crunch, crunch.

“Nice,” Benny replies with a slippery grin that makes Xavier’s eyes roll.

“He’s—”

“Coming.”

“Nice,” Xavier says this time instead, nodding and grinning with all his pretty teeth. Ben’s turn to roll his eyes and lift a lazy hand to point toward the end of the bar, where Maran’s shaking hands out. He can see they’re a little wet—shitty bathroom probably didn’t have paper towels. Lucky if it had soap.

Maran doesn’t look out of place in the bar; which is odd because he’s wearing a faded Kirby t-shirt underneath an oversized black jean jacket, sleeves cuffed. Not really Atlantic City, New Jersey fucking fit. He feels like Maran should look out of place and not just because of the outfit. Like there should be a giant neon sign over his head that says BRITISH, or something. NOT PART OF THE BAND. JUST VISITING. JUST A GUY! He seems to part through a crowd effortlessly, squeeze himself in between people to speak to the bartender.

And she looks all too happy to help, leaned over close, ear bent his way as though the volume was that bad.

Benny rubs a hand over the back of his neck and looks away.

—

He gets stuck there with the bartender at first. Caught up in a real long conversation, with her leaning half over the bar to hear Maran better. Him sitting in the stool, an idle finger toying with a straw in a drink. Until the womans back up is huffing, puffing, practically pissing herself tending the busy counter herself—then when she slinks away, the man comes up.

Maran gets caught again. Xavier doesn’t seem to notice—not maliciously. His pond colored eyes stay up, flicker back and forth between the men on the screen, distracted enough that he nearly misses his mouth with another nacho. Ben’s more of a baseball guy, but that’s not the real reason he can’t seem to focus on the game. He stands beside Xavier with his back to the bar, elbows laid back lazily, and his head tilted toward the end.

It’s just—it’s very obvious by the mans posture. That half lean, that sort of hunch forward. He’s shorter than Maran and but he stands so he can be taller. He’s patted Xavier’s boyfriend’s best fucking friend no less than three times on the shoulder. So, it’s obvious that he’s flirting with Maran. It’s not obvious that Maran is flirting back. Or, as Benny watches, chewing the inside of his cheek, pale eyes hooded, it’s rather—it doesn’t seem like Maran is flirting at all.

Ben hadn’t shared more than one word with him. Well, Maran had shared a word. Alright? He’d said it when they’d almost accidentally bumped into each other backstage. Benny carrying those big rope dividers with a roadie (and he liked helping them out because no one fucking else did) and walking backward and him scooting around. Alright? In that accent, with that big smile on his face. Effortless. Easy going. Natural. I’m just a guy! Just here visiting! Having fun!

He’d not been able to say anything. Just kept walking, staring at Maran turning back around to continue on. Had left a strange feeling right up inside his rib cage.

Benny shoves his should into Xavier’s to pry his attention from the bar television. A quick glance shows that his team is losing anyway—which is good. Xavier in a foul mood could be good for Benny tonight. The red head lolls his head to the side, a nacho raised to his mouth and his eyes bored and sleepy.

“You—You think you could take that guy in a—a fight?” He gestures to the man down the bar, next to Maran. The one standing when Maran is sitting, the one whose been bumping his shoulder closer, whose been leaning in. While Maran has that sweet, humored look on his admittedly beautiful face. The stranger is thick in the shoulders, t-shirt tight enough to strain around his biceps. Xavier tilts his head back and forth, chews the nacho open mouth and obnoxious.

Then he smiles. Because his team is losing and he’s tired and he should have just stayed in with Benji.

“Yeah,” he answers confidently. Benny believes him.

“So—So if I get into a fight, you’re ba-backing me up, right?”

“Are you starting a fight?”

Benny unzips his bomber jacket and tosses it over the bar stool next to Xavier. Underneath, he’s thrown on some shitty printed loose fitting button up that cuts a little too short above his belt line. He makes sure the top few buttons are undone, yanks at the collar enough to show the scorpion on his neck. He takes the time to brush his hand back through his hair a few times, making the blond mop messy. Then he looks at Xavier and smiles. It’s not a mirror image because Xavier is handsome. He smiles with all his teeth and people swoon.

But Ben smiles like he knows the right color wire to cut for a bomb. And he isn’t going to fucking tell anyone. He smiles like he’s going to be a problem.

“Maybe.”

—

When he shoves his way toward them, people part easier than they had before. Benny knows he looks terrible. He’s got bruises under his eyes like someone pressed fingerprints there, and he’s pale to start. Under the bar lights, he’s even more washed out. His blue eyes don’t always look pretty, most of the time they look a little eerie—he’d made his hair look even worse, and even though he’s in clean clothes, the shirt’s print is off putting and his jeans have holes in the knees. He’s fucking covered in tattoos and none of them are artistic or pretty.

So when he gets there and immediately pushes his way between Maran and The Stranger to get the bartenders attention, the way the man flinches backward is not entirely surprisingly.

“Bud Lite, thanks.” It’s the same one that had been occupying Maran’s time before the man and she seems just as wary of Benny. But when he tilts his face to the side, Benji’s sweet visitor hasn’t moved all that much. Despite the closeness of their bodies, the way Benny is hunched over the bar between the two men, Maran hasn’t backed away. He sits with his hands wrapped around the edge of the stool, feet kicking a little rhythm on the stool bar. Fucking cute. Benny’s eyes trail up from those dirty white converses to his face.

Then he turns fully to face Jersey Shore.

“Go away,” Benny says simply, tapping his tattooed knuckles on the bar.

“The fuck?”

“Go.” He leans forward slightly, chin tucked down, pale eyes forward. “Away.”

And New Jersey gets angry then, starts talking louder, gesturing over Benny’s shoulder to Maran; who he hears laughs a little. It’s soft, under his breath, like maybe he’s trying to keep it contained. Benny can’t reply—well, he has a ton of retorts in mind. He could tell the guy to fuck off, die, your mother, all the good classic nonsense yelled back during verbal altercations. But ‘f’ and ‘y’ have always been problematic for him since he’d developed his stutter. And he’s trying for the persona route before Xavier has to get involved.

Because it’s usually easier to end fights before they start. It’s usually easier to look scarier than it is to actually enforce being scary.

So instead of saying anything he inhales deeply, exhales as he rolls his eyes to the ceiling. Then he snaps his fingers in front of the mans face a few times to get him to shut up, stunned and bewildered. With a quick side sweeping gesture, Benny throws his hand out toward the door.

“Go away,” Benny repeats instead of all the pent up insults he’d love to throw.

His pint of beer gets put on the bar top the exact same time he speaks. Benny goes for it, but before he gets a chance, Maran’s Stranger reaches instead. He swipes it toward himself and spits into the foam; then shoves it forward with a delighted, disgusted expression on his face.

“Fuck you, you fucking weirdo.” Benny recognizes the slur in his words. Drunker than he’d looked, underneath that Jersey Shore tan. His cheeks are ruddy and a bead of sweat rolls down from his temple. Ben leans against the bar with his hip, one of his flat to the bar. His fingers drum. The man glances down at them. BOOM, they read up until Benny takes the beer.

He makes sure to look the man in the eyes as he dips his tongue into the beer. He watches him flinch again, that wide eyed surprise of someone who just got involved with a person far, far, far more off the deep end than them. Then Ben tilts his head back and drains the entire pint. He slams the glass down on the counter and sighs out a long satisfied sound.

And luckily he’d drawn all that attention because the man is not even aware that Xavier has shown up.

“We havin’ a problem here?”

It’s Benny’s favorite version of Xavier. Technically, not true. He loves Xavier deeply, like a younger brother he’d accidentally gotten through Veterans Anonymous meetings years ago. He likes the guy when he’s dancing in clubs like no ones watching, he likes him even when he’s standing next to Benji looking desperate to touch him and only brushing the back of his hand over the drummers side. Loves him being kind to him, when Benny bristles at kindness.

But sometimes Ben wants to shake Xavier and ask where is he? Where is that scary man I know lives inside your fucking head? That guy looking for a fight? C’mon. No ones even all the time, Xavier. Let’s see you get mad. Let’s see Boston fucking Wolffe. Let’s go, Xavier.

The guy is shorter than Benny, so next to Xavier, he looks even smaller. Xavier, who stands with his shoulders tight, at his full height. Who only tucks his chin down a little to stare at the man. He smiles—not that I know the codes to the nukes and I’m taking them to my death! smile that Benny has. Xavier smiles like I’m pretty, I know I’m pretty and I win fights because no one can get a hit on this pretty face.

“Your fucking friend—”

“My fuckin’ friend, what?”

Benny isn’t facing Maran—nor does he turn too, yet—but he puts his foot on the leg of the bar stool and slowly pushes it backward to ensure he’s not too close when the fighting starts. Then he leans his chin over his shoulder to look at him. Maran’s looking back, eyes blinking a little. His hands are still wrapped around the stool between his knees, his dirty sneakers tucked into the legs of the stool. Ben tries not too—but he smiles.

Then he turns back and immediately ducks a punch.

New Jersey isn’t expecting quickness like that, so it makes him fall forward a little. But Xavier make’s it easy—slips his long arm around the mans neck and wrenches him to the side and then slams him to the sticky, alcohol soaked floor. And it probably would have ended there, except Benny feels his elbow yanked by someone and—turns out that the groaning man on the floor has friends to get involved.

“Uh,” Benny says a little stupidly, blinking a few times as another punch swings his way. An easy duck again, a step over the drunk man on the floor and then he pats Xavier’s side. A simple touch—he’ll watch that side. And then it dissolves into an absolute mess of East Coast fists and limbs and swears and violence.

—

After they’re kicked out and Xavier has examined Ben’s nose for an actual break, they find a taco truck. The nose wasn’t broken, but had bled marginally when someone’s elbow had snapped into it. Benny’s still sniffing at a coppery smell, but was relatively sure all the blood was out his facial hair by the time they eat.

They sit on the curb and eat the messy food—and Xavier and Maran seem to bond then. Seem to get onto some topic they can both talk about for far too long while Benny picks jalapeno’s off Xavier’s taco and tucks them into his. Ben mostly listens while he eats. Likes the cool one in the morning air tickling through his messy blond hair. Likes listening to the two men and their distinct accents; Xavier’s awful Boston one and Maran’s very cute Liverpool one.

Benny doesn’t feel outside of the two as they talk. The occasional time chimes in, he gets a pretty laugh from Maran or a snort from Xavier; or he dissolves into trying to tell Maran an embarrassing story. Benny likes not having to fill that void, even though he can talk too. He can talk worse than Xavier sometimes—it’s just hard with new people. Hard to get them not to cringe when he has to say a word again, or that inevitable moment when they try to finish his sentence because they think it’s easier somehow.

They have to make the walk back home then. Home being the tour buses parked in a Walmart parking lot. They have to be up in five hours to get on the road again; and Ben finds it almost impossible to sleep in a moving vehicle, so he’s likely to be annoyed and tired all day tomorrow.

Somehow Maran finds his way between the two of them. Xavier to his left, Benny to his right.

“Why’d you start that?” Maran asks, this first big direct question aimed at Ben. He blinks a few times, head turned as he walks with his hands in his pockets. It’s dark but there’s street lights every couple paces. So Maran is washed orange, bathed in darkness, washed orange, bathed in darkness. This pattern that makes his eyes shine; makes all those freckles look so nice. Benny’s eyes skate off him, around the ground and then forward.

“He w-was hitting on you—you. I don’t like New Jersey guys. Th-They’re bad one night stands, trust me.” Maran laughs. It’s this big sort of head tilted back, in the moment laugh that crinkles his eyes.

“He wasn’t hittin’ on me.”

Xavier and Benny stop walking at the same time, turning their heads toward Maran between them. He pauses after a few steps, takes one back in a comical gesture. He blinks, lifting a hand out of his jean jacket pocket and laughs. “What? Weren’t. Was askin’ me how the flight over was, s’all.” Benny looks at Xavier at the same time Xavier looks at him and they both burst into a laugh. His is more of a wheeze, but Xavier’s is loud enough to echo off the wide empty street in front of them.

Xavier slides an arm over Maran’s shoulder, pulling him in close and grinning. His cheeks are a little pink, both from the fighting earlier and the laughter.

“He ask you how long the flight was?”

“An-And how hard of a flight it was?”

They laugh again. Benny pats Maran’s stomach a few times as he starts walking again. He can see the man going slightly red under the orange glow of the streetlight out the corner of his eye. The blush looks good on him, underneath all those freckles.

Ben skips a little forward until he’s in front of them and then turns.

“Do—Do you wanna see a magic trick?”

“Aw, fuck no—Maran, don’t indulge this asshole.” Xavier sighs dramatically, head thrown back. His red hair has gotten all out of sorts, long and curling. Benny continues walking, backwards in front of Maran. Agile and lithe, like he could do this the whole way back to the tour bus. He tucks a hand into his bomber jacket and pulls out the deck of playing cards stashed in the lining.

Still walking, he cuts it and shuffles it and grins ear to ear like a knife slashed right through his face. Maran tilts his chin up a little. Coy about it.

“Alright,” he says and for a moment, Benny is back behind the stage, his arms full, watching Maran smile at him.

“Thi-Think of a card.” Benny holds up the deck. For show he licks one and slaps it to his own forehead. Gets a laugh out of Maran. “Thinking?”

“G’on.”

But Xavier has his arm slung over Maran’s shoulder still. For some reason, it bothers. Like—a burn sort of bother. Which is stupid because Xavier’s so fucking fused to Benji it’s like their atoms are going to splice together. Create a whole new creature; Bavier. Xanji. So, Benny knows Xavier’s arm isn’t lingering like that because he wants Maran. But his fingers brush over his shoulders anyway—and he’s got those long sort of arms that leave his palm dangling in a way that’s almost weirdly suggestive. They say ‘take my hand, hold my hand, it would be cute’.

So Benny shoves Xavier’s arm off Maran’s shoulders.

There is for the briefest moment that Boston Wolffe flash in Xavier’s eyes. That spark of anger; but it fades quickly, his hand slipping into his pockets. Benny would be scared of a guy like Xavier if he didn’t know him so well. Sometimes, he’s more surprised people aren’t scared of Xavier.

Benny leans in and puts his hand behind Maran’s ear. When he pulls it forward, a card is slipped between his two fingers. He points it facing forward.

“Nope.”

“Damn.” They continue walking, Benny still backward. Still upright, still balanced. He snaps his finger by the other side of Maran’s head and when he withdraws his hand there’s another card.

“Naw, mate, not that one.”

Maran is smiling wider and wider with each incorrect pull of a card. Benny swears, but it’s theatrical and dramatic until he stops walking altogether. The sudden pause of momentum makes Maran almost run directly into him. He stops in time, but they stand there, Maran still in the ring of the streetlights glow and Benny just outside of it. He sneaks his hand forward, up and underneath Maran’s jacket. He slides his hand along a toned, warm side. Feels the expanse of his ribcage widen as he draws in a breath. Benny keeps looking at him, in the eyes as he tucks his hand into Maran’s back pocket.

Then he snaps his hand back, a card there.

“Ki-King of Hearts?”

Maran’s eyes aren’t on the card. They look forward, at Ben. They’re the same height, he realizes—or rather, Benny has maybe an inch because of the thick soled combat boots he wears. His eyes finally sway from Maran’s to the card he’s holding.

“No?”

“If I said no, you’d try again, yeah?”

Fuck yeah I’d try all night. Try until the cards run out. All fifty two. You didn’t think of one did you? Just wanted to play.

“Oh, come on,” Xavier groans, hopping a little until he continues walking. Maran’s smile indents when he bites into his bottom lip. Benny has to force himself to look away, over his shoulder to the lanky red head continuing on. He feels Maran pass him, their shoulders brushing a little, so his eyes lift again.

“Got any other tricks?”

“Whole sle-slew of ‘em.” Benny matches Maran’s pace then, hands back in his pockets, deck of cards back in the lining of his jacket. “Sh-Show you next tour?” There’s a comfortable lull of silence where he supposes Maran is thinking about next tour.

I’m just a guy! Just visiting!

“Next tour, yeah? You’ll figure that card out, Ben, sure of it.”

[rosequartzish]

I've gone back to my roots and am handwriting an older story of mine (again? ish? i didnt get that far with the first rewrite, it was mostly formatting) and I've basically decided to do sort of an overhaul of the characters because i have a better idea of their personalities in 2024 than I did in like. 2012-13.

I've been thinking about this one story and the characters a LOT recently so allow me to explain it. The story is about a show about a fictional band (which is itself a remake of a show about a fictional band), how the fictional band was put together outside the universe of the show, and how the fictional band [briefly] became a real band before falling apart. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE DOGGS. More about the characters and how I'm wanting to change the direction of them below.

CHESTER HARRIS - Is the de facto Leader™ of the group as the eldest of the teenagers and is the voice of reason amongst them. He's the drummer of the band as well as the band's main singer. His role isn't changing far too much from what it originally was, but it's given a lot more depth. Rather than him just taking to the big brother role perfectly and knowing the balance of when to step back, he's a little more.... arrogant about it. Because he's the eldest he assumes he knows best about the situation and the others are going to take him to task about it.

GREG SWIFT - Is the second oldest of the group and is the one with the ideas. An out of the box thinker. He's the bassist of the band and writes lyrics, doesn't really sing at all and doesn't mind it. His original role was as kind of the shit stirrer of the group, intentionally trying to get a rise out of his bandmates for the fun of it and just. Generally unpleasant for the most part. He's still going to be a bit of an ass but like, he wants to be in the band and once he gets to know the others he's in it for the long haul.

RICKI SUAREZ - Is the third oldest of the group and is the heart of the group. They were the one who brought everyone in the group together in universe and they're the band's rhythm guitarist and the secondary singer. In the original story they were kind of just... random. Really random. (Which makes sense given the year I first wrote it) I see them as being person who's very determined [since they went to a performing arts school they were convinced that the role was MADE for them] so I'm going to try to lean more into that.

VIRGIL 'XAVIER' O'TOOLE - Is the youngest of the group and is the one who gets caught in situations the most as the baby. He's the band's lead guitarist and composer (he works a lot with Greg). He can sing but doesn't very often. The change with Virgil is likely going to be the most dramatic because looking back at the writing for him I don't like how I handled it at all. Originally, his character was very emotional - crying and whining at the drop of a hat outside the show. He was 14 but comes off as way way younger. He was suffering a lot of mental anguish because of things happening in his backstory, and while I don't intend on changing the backstory, I'm definitely going to change his reaction. While he's still emotional, the emotion is going to be anger which drives him to be defiant outside the show (he was the one who pushes for the band to be 'real'), in show he's going to be pigeonholed into the 'sad little kid' role which makes him increasingly more resentful of his lack of control.

[voxiiferous]

The rest of Em's band, including her sister Ava!

Their guitarist, Xavier, though most people call him ‘Zay’ for short, is the purple one. Their drummer was Barrett, though since coming to Hell, he goes by Bruin. He’s the one that was actually driving the night they hit the pedestrian, and the night they died. He’s the ‘responsible’ one between them.

The band itself is called Arrogant Sunday. Their first four album a still have Em— three of them because they just re-recorded what they did on Earth, and the last because it was their first actual album in Hell.

All things considered, they’re quite free of scandal. Their largest fan base is other people who were roughly equivalent ages to them. Their most recent album, is still pretty new, and being played with decent regularity, and it returns more to their roots. They have definitely played around with genre since signing with Vox.

They can be found in Em’s company fairly frequently, and if not with her, it’s rare to find the three of them apart.