#he sometimes works at concerts to build up the stage

[geekgirl78]

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[f1version]

DATES WITH YOU ♥︎ F1 HEADCANONS

includes: charles, carlos, max, daniel, lando, oscar, lewis, george, alex, logan, pierre, yuki, lance, mick, and sebastian.

summary: f1 drivers’ and their favorite themed dates!

author’s note: happy valentine’s day my loves!! this is incredibly late (almost 15th where i am) but here it is <3

love on top, a vday special ♥︎ general masterlist

now playing ♫₊⊹ until i found you by stephen sanchez

★ CHARLES LECLERC ( 16 ) — Charles has a bucket list with dates. Enjoys planning them curled up in bed, talks about how you shouldn’t repeat one until the list is done—unless you are a Drive-in theater date, he loves them. When they're arranged in Monaco, it's usually for old romcoms and coming-of-age movies, which is perfect in both of your eyes. Charles makes sure to bring snacks, blankets and pillows, everything so you can be comfortable while cuddling him. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as the movie plays, dusk falling over you, looking as beautiful as ever. He loves this type of dates… it even gives him a chance to show off his magnificent car, but hey! that's off-topic.

★ CARLOS SAINZ JR. ( 55 ) — You and Carlos have a passion for trying new recipes, so sometimes, when you have everything you need, you decide to put on matching aprons, as well as toques, and start working on your next masterpiece. Usually, old Spanish songs play in the background, Carlos singing, grabbing you by the waist to distract you and dance a little. He loves days like these, your focused face and little scoldings are all he needs, especially because one way or another, you will end up laughing and dancing with him, sometimes full of flour and seasonings, the kitchen wearing its best perfume.

★ MAX VERSTAPPEN ( 1 ) — Max is always looking for ways to impress you, to catch you off guard and surprise you, he loves how you tease him about it. So that's why, when you go to one of your favorite places ever —the planetarium— as a date, he recollects as many details about the celestial objects as he can, waiting for your surprise when he drops a fact you didn't know he knew, starting a long, beautiful conversation about it. You know a lot more than him, but he's eager to learn, loves the way you explain every single thing to him, loves the way places like this brings you closer.

★ DANIEL RICCIARDO ( 3 ) — Daniel loves music, he spends hours on end with his headphones on, discovering new artists every day, sharing his songs, albums, and artists of the month with you, adding to his playlists your recommendations. So it's no surprise you find yourself going to multiple concerts. Dancing and singing, hugging and fangirling. Sometimes artists know Daniel and that's when you laugh the most because there's always a chance of him ending up on stage, singing to you (or trying to).

★ LANDO NORRIS ( 4 ) — Lando loves your creativity, he’s a fan of getting to know what's on your pretty mind and seeing your ideas come to life, he also loves sharing his own ideas with you, feels free doing so. His favorite dates with you consist of this: having a canvas, paper, or even pottery to paint on, gossiping and laughing for hours, having picnics and enjoying food. Lando would buy hundreds of utensils, wanting to try everything with you, forever. PD: He would have you paint him and his car, probably.

★ OSCAR PIASTRI ( 81 ) — It didn't start as a date per se, Oscar just couldn't sleep one night and you suggested building the Lego Star Wars ship in your closet, so you stayed up until 6 in the morning building it. He loves the tranquility it brings, how you can go from discussing the deepest topics to a comfortable silence. Focuses on the little things, like when your fingers brush his while reaching for a piece or that little celebration when you find another. In his apartment, he has a shelf dedicated to the Legos you've built together and photos to go with it. So, in Oscar's humble opinion, these are the best dates in the world.

★ LEWIS HAMILTON ( 44 ) — You and Lewis can live off two things: Roscoe and the beach. Surfing is something you have always bonded over, that's why you love heading to the beach early morning, going for a run with Roscoe, and then jumping to surf (taking Roscoe back inside first). You can stay out there for hours, challenging each other, improving your skills, and lying on your boards, talking about everything and nothing, loving every second of it.

★ GEORGE RUSSELL ( 63 ) — While experimenting with extreme sports would be a lovely date for George, he chooses to call his favorite something more domestic: comfy clothes, a good bottle of wine, and a long puzzle night ahead of you. He enjoys the challenging but relaxing parts of the activity, loves to strategize alongside you, and loses his focus when looking at you, falling deeper in love.

★ ALEX ALBON ( 23 ) — Playing Mario Kart as if your life depended on winning has always been part of your relationship — "It's our love language," Alex says— That's why you love to spend a large amount of time (and money) in arcades. You play against each other, with and without; also spend forty minutes trying to catch that one stuffed animal from the claw machine, cheering (and almost getting kicked out) when you get it. Alex loves it as much as he loves you.

★ LOGAN SARGEANT ( 2 ) — Logan fully believes that the best date in the history of dating are theme and amusement park dates. Whether it's a local funfair or the (in)famous Florida parks, Logan loves walking hand in hand, map and snacks in the other, trying to go on as many attractions as possible, calming the nerves of each other when necessary, laughing at the photos quickly taken on the rollercoasters (and going again to attempt looking good), and many other things that make this type of date his favorite.

★ PIERRE GASLY ( 10 ) — Pierre loves chaos and what's more chaotic than doing karaoke? Your catalog goes from High School Musical's "Gotta Go My Own Way" to Gaye and Terrell's "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." Sometimes they end up drunk enough (from adrenaline, from love, or both) to sing French songs and attempt Celine Dion's highest notes. You can spend hours teasing each other, dancing to the rhythm, and sneaking kisses in between songs.

★ YUKI TSUNODA ( 22 ) — Contrary to popular belief, Yuki's favorite type of date isn't taking you to a restaurant or cooking together, because even though he does love doing those things with you, your trips to farmers markets are his favorite. When the season is right, you visit them hand-in-hand, no matter the country since there is nothing better than discovering new foods with your favorite person. And hey! If there is something to eat, why not mix dates?

★ LANCE STROLL ( 18 ) — No matter the weather or season, you and Lance will always be up for an ice cream date. You're on a quest to find the best flavors, and the fact that some dates end in small big disasters is enough to keep you searching together, chins full of ice cream and all.

★ MICK SCHUMACHER ( 47 ) — Two things about Mick: he really enjoys ice skating and he loves you. If you put them together, he's guaranteed to have the time of his life, so he's lucky you like ice skating as much as he does. You both spend hours on the rink, being careful not to fall while holding hands, yet most of the time it's Mick who ends up in the floor as you drown in laughter. He loves that sound. He loves making you laugh and smile, it's his favorite pastime, and seeing you shine on the ice rink makes him realize how much he adores this place.

★ SEBASTIAN VETTEL ( 5 ) — Seb’s favorite is going hiking and then camping with you in the beautiful Swiss mountains, away from the a much hectic side of life. Just you and him giving new meaning to the known, sharing not only the beauty of life but also the comfort of one another, wrapped around small info-dumps and timeless laughter. It’s therapeutic being so close to each other, so pure and loving. If you ask him, he would repeat this date a thousand times over.

[braxlrose]

can you do a bill smut where he’s fucking the reader over a table and being like rough >.<??

2010!Bill x F!reader

content warnings: rough fucking, swearing, 18+ content, reader being bent over a table, dirty thoughts, teasing, oral (m!receiving), fem!reader, edging mentioned, edging, dirty talk, ass slapping (once), face fucking, etc.

summary: the humanoid tour was getting to the both of you until you just couldn't take it anymore.

a/n: this is 2010 bill and i hope it's okay that I made reader apart of the band. this is during the Humanoid Tour. I also wrote some of the dialog in German just cause I wanted too 🤷🏻‍♀️. I put the translations next to them though!! this isn't proof read btw!

This tour was getting to be so exhausting. You loved playing up on stage, it was thrilling and exciting but there was so much movement and the heavy lights beating down on your skin made you dizzy sometimes. You and Bill barely had any time to yourselves to have some fun.

You and the band were either practicing, sleeping or playing up on stage. And that was getting to you. Your fingers hurt and your core ached even more. Every time you saw Bill move around on stage and sing you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. The sweat trickling down his forehead and you could see everything in his tight leather body suit.

Every time bill took a breath and you could see his face contort is the most perfect way possible. You had almost screwed up some chords because you got lost staring at him. And he wasn't any help either.

Any time you had a solo, or he got to take a breath and stop singing he'd come up behind you and grip your waist. The crowd went absolutely wild because he was just so sweet. Kissing your cheek and running hands through your hair while you played. What they couldn't see is bill pressing his dick right up against your ass and grinding against you. You could feel the slick building up, making your folds so wet. He was such a tease. He tried to pretend in camera like Tom was the perverted one but bill was sneaky like that. He knew how to make his fans think differently about him, when in reality he'd be pounding your pussy until you could remember every, single, vein.

The hickies he'd leave on your body where nobody could see them. He loved doing that. Sucking harshly against your squishy thighs until you had bruises all over them. Watching you struggle to walk the next morning because he fucked you so good the night before. But oh no, you had to work for it. Bill wouldn't just give you whatever you wanted without a little bit of something for himself. It's not his fault you look so pretty, squirming down on the bed while he edges your gorgeous, little pussy.

What you'd do for just one more night like that. You two hadn't had sex in over a month because you guys were always so exhausted from touring and next had the time. But you were going to make time. You couldn't handle it any longer. You needed him, you need a release, something; anything. It wasn't fair, Tom always had girls up in his room and you weren't getting anything. Your fingers weren't enough anymore.

You weren't going to go another night without him.

[that evening after the concert ended]

You were leaning against the wall of the shower, letting the warm water trickle down your back. You were trying to save your energy for when bill got back. He was down in the lobby getting the rest of your guys' bags. Some of them had gotten lost at the airport and they were finally delivered.

You rubbed a bar of soap up and down your body, waiting for the moment he walked in. You couldn't hear any footsteps yet or the sound of the elevator coming up to your floor, so he was still getting the bags. That meant you had time. Time to get ready, to get sexy. You wanted to smell irresistible and didn't want to give him any option to not want you.

You were just hoping, begging to god that after he saw you, his fatigue would just evaporate. You needed it to. A heat was building inside of you and you needed him. You needed bill and you couldn't go another night without him.

"Ich bin zurück!" (I'm back!) Bill yelled, rubbing his face and walking inside of the hotel room.

You heard the door open and shut quickly and a loud thud hit the floor. Must've been the bags. You washed the soap off of your body and slowly stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry yourself off. You could hear Bill groaning against the bed, obviously tired out from the day, so you tried your best to hurry up.

Bill shuffled out of the bed and knocked on the door. He leaned his forehead up against it waiting for you to say something.

"Was geht?!" (What is it?!) You yelled to him, running a comb through your wet hair.

"Ich muss aufs Klo. Ich muss mein Make-up abwischen..." (I need to use the bathroom. I have to wipe my makeup off...) Bill muttered against the door, taking in a deep breath with his eyes closed.

"Ich bin gleich draußen, gib' mir noch einen Moment!" (I'll be right out, give me a moment!) You said back to him, rubbing lotion on your body and face. You could hear him sigh in annoyance, making you roll your eyes. He's so impatient..

[a few minutes later] (most of the speaking is in English now!!)

You creaked open the door, slowly stepping out to face him. He groaned again and started to stand up.

"Finally, you're out of there, I'm exhau-" you could actually see the second his voice got caught in his throat. You were standing there in front of him in a black lingerie set, staring up at him with a little smile on your face. He just stood there, staring back at you waiting for you to make a move.

You slowly stepped towards him and rubbed your hands on his chest. "You know, it's been a while since we've had a little time to ourselves, Bill. Don't you think we need it?" You asked innocently. Some of his eye makeup was smeared on his face and it made him look so hot. You bit down on your bottom lip, waiting for his reply.

"Ar..are you sure..? I mean..after today, all of the practicing and the-" You leaned up on your tippy toes and started planting little kisses on his neck.

"I'm sure, are you sure..? Because I know exactly what I want, I want you Bill. I need you..." You mumbled against his neck before leaning back down on your feet. You ran your fingers through his sloppy hair and slid them down over his neck. He bent down a little bit, leaning closer towards your lips with a small smirk on his face, "and don't pretend like you haven't been teasing me for weeks. Pressing your dick against me, whispering in my ear on stage..this moment right now is because of you, Bill. So please..take advantage of the situation..?" You begged, whispering against his lips lovingly.

He took a deep breath in slowly and grazed his finger tips along your hips. His eyes were practically staring into your soul at this point but you could see his dick. It was throbbing in his pants. He was hard as a rock, you could just tell he needed some help.

You smiled against his lips and placed a little kiss on them before sinking down to your knees. You cupped your hand on his dick and bit down on your bottom lip, he was so fucking big. You crawled closer to him and starting kissing his dick through his pants, as you toyed with his zipper.

You could feel him getting impatient, if you had looked up at him you could probably see all the veins in his neck ready to burst.

You unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dick. Gasping at the sight of it. You could never get used to his size, he was so big. You wrapped your hands around the base and starting licking the tip of it. His groans were so sexy and hot, he sounded amazing. You licked down his length, taking one of his balls in your mouth while you pumped his dick with one hand, the other hand steadying yourself with his thigh.

"Mmm...mein schmutziges Mädchen." (my dirty girl.) Bill muttered, running his fingers through your hair. You smiled against him, licking back up his length and spitting in your hand to stroke his dick better. You started with small kitten licks against the tip of his dick before taking more of him in your mouth.

You tightened your hand and pumped his dick nice and slow, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth before it hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. You furrowed your brows and mewed out, pulling him out of your mouth and back in. You slid your tongue underneath it and sucked him in.

"God....fuuuuckkk..." He moaned out, the grip of his hand tightening on your hair. He jolted his hips against your face, he didn't care about the gagging sounds, he was getting so close. You steadied yourself with his thighs as he slid his dick in and out of your mouth. You closed your eyes and tried to relax your throat as best you could as he used you. Drool and saliva dripped from the corner of your mouth, making you swallow harshly as his cum squirted down your throat.

He pulled out of your mouth and pulled you up your arms. Some of his cum dripped out onto your chin and on your face. You looked so incredibly sexy. He tangled his fingers in your hair and locked his lips with yours. You needed that release now.

You wrapped your legs around his thigh, grinding against him as he picked you up and walked over to the nearest counter. He sat you down on it and moved to kissing your neck.

His hands were gripping and groping at your chest and he had pulled your legs apart. Whines dripped out of your mouth. You had nothing to grind against now.

"Not yet...you'll get your release, don't be so impatient. My dirty little slut..." he mumbled, ripping your lingerie and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned out loudly and your hands found his hair quickly. You breathing got heavier, as he toyed with you. He flicked and bit your nipples until they were sore and raw. He could hear your little cries as he stimulated you. You sounded perfect.

He pulled himself off of your and ripped the rest of your lingerie off. He could see the shocked expression on your face as he smirked.

"I'll buy you a new one, don't worry." He spread your legs even more, and slid one finger against your wet folds. You were dripping for him. So wet and pretty. All of it for him.

He pulled your thighs over his shoulders and began to attack your clit. He sucked so harshly on it and held you in place on the counter. You wanted to grind against his face so badly but he wouldn't let you. He smacked your thighs anytime you tried to move. Tears began to form on your waterline and you got closer to your release.

You pulled tightly on his hair, moaning loudly making him stop. You shouted out no when he pulled back and picked you back up.

"The only time you're going to be cumming, is on my pretty dick baby..you got that?" He flipped you over the the counter and pulled off his pants completely now. Like clock-work, you stuck your ass up at him as your cheek was squished against the table. His soft, slender fingers rubbed and pulled at your ass before pulling them against and kisses your lower lips again.

You tried to find something to grab but you had nothing. You were getting to be so stimulated, and you needed him so badly. You needed all of him, you needed him right no-

"Oh God...! Bill...!" It was like your whole body tightened up as he slid his dick in you. He was so big and filled you up completely. Tears dripped down against the table as he slid in and out of you. Fucking you like never before.

"Bill! Fuck...~ please..." You cried out, the feeling was so good. He smacked your ass hard, making you blush and tear up again.

"Shhhh...you don't want the whole hotel to hear you, now do you?" He whispered against you, holding your hips in place as he fucked you harder. You could feel everything starting to build up inside of you. All of the orgasms you could've had in the past month, but you and Bill were too tired. Everything you could've been feeling. All of the quickies you two could've had if you had just said something.

You squealed out as white, stringy ropes of cum dripped out of his dick inside of you. After that all you could see was white, you came all over him and you breathing was unsteady.

You gasped lightly as he pulled out of you and kissed your back.

"I'll be right back, meine liebe.." he whispered in your ear, leaving you on the table and walking into the bathroom to get something to clean you two up...

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS OMG 🤭🤭 I HAD SM FUN WRITING IT

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[ditttiii]

omg I’m in love with your writing 🥰 can you maybe write a singer!reader with Charles or Max where he goes to her concert for the first time and is mesmerized by her??

MAX VERSTAPPEN X FEMALE READER

summary: she is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. Hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her.

a/n: this fic and all future f1 updates will be posted onto my side account @rosegasly only.

The season was over another championship in the metaphorical bag for Max and a champions trophy for Redbull. After the worst possible start, things had really picked up for the team. Post sleepless nights and long hours put in by everyone on track as well as back in Milton Keynes, it had been a double landslide win. 

When finally, after what may very well have been the best season of his motor racing career, his friend and fellow Dutch musician had proposed joining him for a three-day music festival, well agreeing was a no-brainer for Max. 

He is weaving through the sparse but busy crowd backstage, a VIP pass hanging from his neck, letting him through uninterrupted. Contrary to the image the media had painted of him, Max was pretty outgoing. He didn’t spend time with the drivers off track as much as maybe Pierre or Charles did, but it was all because of the complicated and competitive nature of the sport and not at all because he didn’t enjoy being around people or as the media was fond of portraying–a surly grump. 

Max is straightforward, sometimes abrupt, and while he leaves most of those heated feelings back on track, he isn’t quite comfortable enough to play jolly best pals with the other drivers, either. 

“Max!” 

He swivels, eyes roving over the people until he finally spots the Dutch DJ and nods, making his way over. 

“Hey man, glad to see you are up. Didn’t think you would be after last night.” 

Max decides not to mention the persistent pounding hurting the left side of his face and jaw. He’s felt worse over the years training for races. 

“Yeah, just a little tired. When’s your set?” 

“It’s the last one bruv. Not for a while.”

He absently nods and with a promise to catch said man later disperses back into the crowd. 

It’s a few hours later when it’s dark out and he’s walking back with a drink from the food stalls built further away from the stage that he sees her. Max doesn’t recognise her, can’t even see her clearly from how far back he is, but he hears her voice, that raspy, low undertone, the slow, gentle sway of her hips as she sings and it captivates him. Something about her, the way she sings, her tone, the words, so vulnerable with her voice stripped bare. She is talking to him, spilling all her secrets in confidence under the hush of the night and not in front of thousands of people amidst the loud yells and cheers. 

Max walks closer and looks for a screen because he knows there isn’t a way he can push past the screaming crowd. He wouldn’t budge if he was in the front too, and it’s easy to get lost again now that he can see her clearly. 

She is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. Hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her. It’s a sad song. She is talking of heartbreak and wanting to let go, being unable to and her voice dips, grows raspier, like she wants to cry, is on the verge of before it lifts, becomes crisp and clear and so so sweet. 

He doesn’t know her name, still can’t recognise her, but when she opens her eyes, his breath seizes. Twin pools of midnight skies gaze back at him through the screen and he feels naked. Like a word from her would crumble all his walls, the stranger in the gray bar whom he’d tell all of his world to, the fears that keep him from sleeping, the things that make him happy, the parts of him he is ashamed of, the ones he has worked years to build. 

The song ends, the cheers grow louder and so does her set because she goes back in and doesn’t come out, though he stays rooted where he is. Breathless, his pulse races under his skin with an itch to be closer to her. He wants to know her, touch her, bury her under thoughts of him as she has and be her muse. 

If his friend notices the slightly crazed look in his eyes when he asks him to introduce her, he is kind enough not to say anything. 

Max waits, impatient in a way he has never been. He isn’t used to falling apart like this. He is usually steel and calm, forged under the relentless rain of his hometown, aged on the racing track where a possible death lurks at every corner, every wrong inch of a move, yet here he is, tripping over his own feet, anxious over a girl. He doesn’t need his father to be a witness to feel his disapproval. 

 She comes out of her room backstage, ironically enough, tripping on her own feet and if anyone asks, he would chop it up to the years of developed reflexes but he feels the truth in his gut. Even if he weren’t an f1 driver, he would still have felt her losing her footing before anyone else. 

She lands in his arms and the way his hands clench around her waist tighter is entirely unconscious. She breathes an embarrassed laugh near his ear and he suppresses the shiver that wants to wrack his whole frame when it washes over him. She smells of mint and sugar, like the sweetest of things and he aches to have this woman he barely knows. 

Jokingly she wraps her arms around him too, making a pun about this being how she meets new people and introduces herself and Max feels her touch more acutely than he feels his car midrace, senses attuned to every bit that is she. Soaking all the words and breaths and glances like a man parched. 

He doesn’t remember introducing himself, unsure if he even said anything but soon she is ushering them into her room and he tails behind her, still spellbound like a child, amazed by her zest for her craft as she discusses her performance with his friend. It’s a foreign feeling, rare, the way he feels right now. Almost undeserving of her attention since he didn’t know who she was before, hasn’t heard her music, doesn’t know what’s the right thing to say. 

Max is all sharp edges and brusque words and is afraid to say the wrong thing. Come across as harsh and inadvertently drive her away. He feels no parts a two-time world champion and all parts an awkward teenager tongue-tied in front of his first real crush. But then she turns around, looks at him and smiles, cracks a joke, leans over at some point to lightly grab his arm, like she is letting him on a secret, including him in her own little bubble, and there’s nothing he can do to stop the joy from bubbling over in his heart.

a/n: all my f1 fanfics have been moved onto here 💕

here's to hoping ferrari can catch up this weekend and I ll have more people than just max to write for 🤌😩

thankyou to the anon for sending in the prompt and aww I m so happy to hear u like my writing 🥰🥰 happy reading 💕

[letsgetrowdy43]

The Timeline—

Au Masterlist!!

Lucia Fantilli was kind of lonely in the sense that her brothers have always been considered one and she's always been the other.

The boys grew up in billets families in the States and she remained at home in Ontario with her parents.

She visited Chicago often when her brothers played for the Steele, the city holding a special place in her heart, so obviously when thinking about colleges University of Chicago was a big contender.

The boys tried to get her to go to Umich with them, but she knew Michigan wasn't the school for her.

Chicago offered her a soccer scholarship, so the decision was practically made for her

She lived her first year in a single dorm and worked at the library, she met her best friends and future roommates this year.

Christmas rolled around and so did the WJC which was taking place in Halifax, as we know Adam played, meaning that Lucy and the rest of the Fantilli family all found their way to the East Coast to celebrate Christmas and to watch the boy represent his country.

This is where she meets Connor for the first time, just a simple greeting at the beginning of the championship, and a warm congratulations after they take home gold.

She was a little starstruck by it all as he smiles sweetly and heads back to find his family.

Lucy then says her goodbyes to her brothers and parents as she makes her venture back to Chicago to finish out her freshman year.

The rest of the school year is very calm, she flies down to Tampa to watch the Frozen Four, they lose, and then Adam wins the Hobey Baker.

Many tears are shed as he gives his is speech, mentioning her as she cries with Luca in the crowd.

She truly does love her brothers, but sometimes it's a little bittersweet

She flies back to Toronto after exams end to work and hang out with her hometown friends, Luca is with the Umich boys in Florida, and Adam is headed off to Worlds then to the cup playoffs for prospect media and then finally the combine.

Next, it is the week of the draft, and the Fantillis are in Nashville, they'd been invited out to the NHL awards.

She gets lost in the crowd and separated from her family as they walk the carpet, her eyes find Connors as he ushers her over after seeing the panicked look on her face.

They walk the carpet together, he shyly compliments her dress as he greets fans and stops for interviews. Both of them were overwhelmed by the chaos that surrounded them, but both of them kept their smiles as they entered the building where their respective families were waiting for them.

Luca does not like the look of whatever that was, Adam thinks Connor is harmless so he's fine.

Draft Day is more chaotic than the night before, tears in her eyes as she watches Adam get called up into the stage 3rd overall.

He took her by surprise as he pulled her into his chest first, before Luca, a short “I'm so proud of you, I love you Mo,” leaving her mouth as he hugged his twin, a quiet “thank you for being my best friend,” leaving his mouth as she squeezed him even harder.

He's on that stage, displaying the little “Momma • Dad • Luca • Lucia” on the top of his vest as she cries even harder as he looks up to his family and he takes in his moment.

After the tears are dried and the media is in progress the Fantillis leave the crowd in search of the boy.

Lucy runs into Connor once again, congratulating him on being first, he makes a little comment about her dress and how she seemingly looks prettier every time he sees her, she's red in the face but she sums it up to the adrenaline he must be feeling in that moment.

After the draft ended all of the families headed out for dinner and other celebrations, and just after that was a draft party for all of the draftees held by the league.

It's a great time, she somehow finds her way next to Connor as she talks to Rutger’s older sister about the concert at the award show the night before.

She follows him out into the hallway as he's taking a break from the noise and the pictures that are currently taking place between draftees, their families, and past teammates.

“You okay?” she asks a little worried, “been a long day, that's all,”

It was very quiet between them as she sat down on the hall floor next to him, back pressed against the wall, “can't even start to imagine what you've been dealing with,” she whispered, “I would crumble,” she jokes as he shrugs and tells her that it's just part of the bigger picture, he's put up with it for his dream.

She finds him inspirational, he's the same age as her, yet he's so much more than her in the way that he has established a name for himself and he's living out his dreams. She doesn't have dreams, just a need to never be forgotten.

Heavy tipsy flirting follows the vulnerability as he whisks her away from the party, and they somehow find their way to his single hotel room.

Both of them wake up very early, in a bit of a panic because whatever happened between them is not normal behaviour for either of them. She rushes to get dressed and to find her hotel so her family doesn't go looking for her.

Fast forward a few months and she's moving into her apartment, her new roommates Lily and Daisy are unpacking the car as they take the plethora of boxes up the elevator to their new home for the year.

In Lucy’s hands is the last box out of the car, she waits for the elevator, excitement in her chest as she awaits the decorating process upstairs in her new room. She gets in the elevator and the doors begin to shut but not before someone slips in at the last second and presses the button for the floor above hers.

A very familiar “sorry” leaves his lips as they both look at each other with shock in their eyes.

A breathy “hey” left her lips as he stared at her in shock before a quiet “Lucy,” left his mouth, almost sounding like something of a relief.

“You live here?” she nods, “I'm moving in right now,” she subtly shakes the moving box in her hands as she smiles at him.

The elevator dings and the door opens, “please don't be a stranger, text me and maybe we can get coffee or something,” she says coolly as she walks off of the elevator and turns to him with a sweet smile.

But the second that door shuts her jaw drops and her eyes go wide as she stands in shock for a second before making a beeline to her apartment to tell her roommates.

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[sukunasweetheart]

pianist!sukuna...

pianist!sukuna, who is a young and renowned genius that wields endless artistic liberty - never failing to receive a standing ovation from his audience. with his slicked back hair,  and his expensive formal suit that has not a single crease on it; he is the desire of many.

pianist!sukuna is always incisive and strict with himself and with others, building a reputation for being a person not to be carelessly touched; unapproachable.

pianist!sukuna, whose pieces are always chaotic and fierce, resembling an uproar in a battlefield.

pianist!sukuna’s pieces are all perfect, but by all means, they are not without emotion. passion, sometimes anger, and joy. you can really tell he enjoys playing under the spotlight. his music sheets reveal his otherworldly cockiness, almost daring anyone to try and copy the way he works the keys on the piano.

pianist!sukuna, who deems his life perfect and complete in every aspect - he doesn't need anything more than what he has now. but of course, like any cliche love story, all of that topples over when you walk into his life.

an amateur pianist. a newcomer, to this occupation. you were about to go onto your debut concert, when you collided into this man in the hall. he’s obviously annoyed, but is unable to lash out at someone who already looks like they’re about to puke, with terrified eyes.

you run up to stage after apologising profusely, leaving him in the dust. of course, this sadistic man is interested in the kinds of mistakes you’ll make in what seems to be your first official performance, so he makes his way to the audience seats to observe.

there, he sees your same anxious face, stumbling towards the piano in the middle. he’s looking forward to how you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of the hundreds of people that stare at you, while you settle yourself down before the grand instrument.

he is absolutely taken by surprise however, when your playing begins. it’s as if your nervousness, anxiety, was all an act. your fingers fly across the keys effortlessly, despite the prominent worry you have in your eyes.

when you finish up, sukuna is dearly impressed. not a single mistake was made, and even though maybe some other aspects of your playing could be improved, your future as a pianist is bright, even in sukuna’s eyes.

he greets you with a few slow claps as you make your way towards the steps of the stage.

“not bad at all. still a shame, though. witnessing you embarrass yourself would’ve served equally as great entertainment.”

“excuse me? what are you talki-” 

maybe because your legs lost strength after you were relieved of the tension, you missed a step while going down the stairs and you topple forward, heading straight for a faceplant.

sukuna catches you - or, moreso acted like an invincible wall that prevented you from falling face first.

“what a pitiful thing, acting like a newborn deer. is it your hobby to ram into strangers like this?” your cheek is pressed against his chest, but you’re only worrying about how your make up will smear onto his shirt.

“sorry!” you exclaim, pulling yourself out of his arms as fast as you’d fallen in. he seems kind of bothered that his snide remarks aren’t registering into that little brain of yours.

“i’ve been meaning to ask... who exactly are you...?”

“forget it,” he sighs, waving you off. “do you even know who i am?”

it was supposed to be more of a rhetorical question, because he definitely believed that someone like you would know of someone like him.

it takes him a second to understand your question. there’s no way... there’s no way...

“you- you don’t know me?”

you blink innocently at him and shake your head. the world closes in on him as he furrows his brows. someone like you?? a beginner??? has no idea who he is???? while sukuna starts pondering whether his feats in the musical industry weren’t enough, you awkwardly side-step away from him.

“uh, well. i have someone i need to see so if you’ll excuse me...”

you slip through his fingers and scamper away, leaving him in the dust again.

the rest is in bullet points bc im lazy

sukuna: 0 

you: 1

oh, the embarrassment! the humiliation! you’ll pay for this.

he literally loses sleep over it, smh dramatic man

he plans a revenge... what better way to shove his superiority in your face than to make you work with him, face to face?

a collaboration, it is. it’ll be sure to draw in a lot of attention too, a refined musician like him reaching out to an ignorant novice like you.

it starts off with him bullying you mildly until he eventually discovers that he is attracted to you, like every romance

the whole time, you didnt even realise he was trying to bully you...

being dense asf, whenever he brought up his harsh, spiteful remarks, you thought he was just trying to give you constructive criticism

you improved your playing a lot while working with him and even introduced new perspectives to sukuna about the piano

you: *plays something for him*

sukuna: that was horseshit

you: sorry, i’ll do better!

sukuna: 😐🧍‍♂️(why arent you upset)

the point where he went “shit, im in love” was probably when you excitedly grinned at him after finishing a piece perfectly by following his advice

so then his revenge story turns into a love story

the collab turns out really well, yours and his playing styles harmonising to create an interesting piano album

when he starts pursuing you romantically, it takes a while bc he uses roundabout ways to tell you that he wants you and you’re... well, you’re dumb

“you’re always like this. making me chase you around... tch.”

as for the first kiss, he quite literally demanded it like

“let me kiss you.” sukuna says, pushing you closer to him with an arm wrapped around your waist. you slow blink at him, but you tell him “...okay.” and shut your eyes

and then when he takes you to his bed for the first time, he reveals to you the tattoos he has on his bodyy ;) you stare in awe

"You didn't take me for a conservative man, did you?" He asks with a smirk. "Admire them as you please."

oh and one extra; you convince him to upload a clip of you and him playing ‘heart and soul’ together onto his instagram, how cute would that be

notes; please listen to Liszt - Un Sospiro - this was the piece that i had fallen in love with while trying to immerse myself with some piano music during the creation of this haha <3<3 

tagging; @i4sgwr @skunaskitten @nanamin-3​ @yuujispinkhair​ @nemoyr​

[sirianasims]

As I dressed and fed the girls, I thought about what Samuel had said. I would have liked to see Charlie’s band. I would have liked to go out and have some fun with my husband for once, the two of us, seeing other grownups.

As much as I loved Hailey and Ivy, they didn’t make for very stimulating conversation. At best, I got some hot gossip about which farm animals said what, or endless strings of “Why?”. And then I had Amelia over for tea every once in a while, but I hadn’t actually gone out for years.

Fuck it. I had decided. I was going to see Charlie’s band play, be around other people, have actual conversations. Even if it had to be without Samuel.

Luckily, Amelia was able to babysit despite the short notice.

I spent the day tidying the house. If Charlie was coming for dinner tomorrow, I wanted everything to be perfect.

Or rather, I needed someone to look at my life and tell me that everything was perfect. I wasn’t sure I believed it myself any longer.

After feeding the girls dinner, I went to the closet to find out what to wear. I’d never been to one of Charlie’s concerts. I wasn’t even sure exactly what kind of music his band played. I did, however, remember how Charlie used to dress. He was all black and leather, skulls and chains.

Edgy.

Not exactly the kind of stuff I had in my closet. Everything I owned was either old athletic wear or screamed stay-at-home mom.

I could definitely have used Jessica’s help for this, she’d come up with something. I missed her. We talked on the phone sometimes, but I hadn’t seen her in ages.

I finally settled on some worn out jeans and found an old black shirt in Samuels’s side of the closet. He hadn’t worn it in years, it was too small. I just never got around to getting rid of it.

I still didn’t look like a forgotten band member of The Shrieking Llamas, but it was the best I could do.

I hung back when I arrived at the concert, feeling very out of place. Everyone looked like they were used to going out, except me.

The music was good. I knew Charlie wrote most of the songs, and he definitely had talent.

He hadn’t changed much since I saw him at the wedding, but he still looked different. Like he enjoyed himself. As if he was in his true element here, and just slightly uncomfortable everywhere else.

When they were done, I intercepted him as he got off the stage.

“Charlie! You were great up there.”

“Freya! Where’s Sam, is he not with you?”

I shook my head.

“He says to tell you he’s very sorry, but he had to work.”

A shadow crossed Charlie’s face.

“Always so dutiful, my brother. Come inside and hang out with us for a bit.”

He led me to a room on the first floor of the building, and I talked to the singer, Kari, for a bit. She seemed nice, if slightly intimidating. I’d never be that effortlessly cool, not in a million years.

Charlie offered me a beer, but I declined and just listened as he and Kari discussed the concert.

I tried to follow their small talk. It was interesting to get a glimpse of a life so different from my own.

I wondered if I had missed out on something by choosing the path I did, but I also felt extremely out of place.

An hour later, both Kari and Charlie were getting a bit drunk and smoking something. I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, like a spectator. I wanted to go home.

“Charlie, it’s getting late and I have my neighbour watching the girls. Will we see you for dinner tomorrow?”

“Sure! Actually, I should walk you home, you never know what kind of people might be lurking in the dark.”

He quickly changed into a less ridiculous shirt and we left.

beginning / previous / next

[mickeym4ndy]

Tee, your tags on the Yev post are so correct! I absolutely think Mickey would have had a bigger storyline with Yev (and Svetlana) if he'd been in s6, alongside him and Ian being awkward exes who get back together eventually. I wanna do something with that in the s6 au I'm planning to write at some point, because it's so important for Mickey to be able to make a concerted effort to be a better man and dad than his own father was. And we know he's so much better than Terry, but Mickey ofc is so afraid of becoming his dad. And loving Yev and being there for him as a father is a way for him to heal from that generational trauma and not let himself be that person <3

Yes exactly!! I really think that this scene:

Was setting up a storyline for the next season where Mickey builds a relationship with Yevgeny. Like to me, this looks like as much as he is struggling, he does love his son (and this is the first time he’s realizing that).

I made a post about this before and @atthedugouts mentioned in the tags that so much of Shameless is about whether a child will repeat the sins of their parents or make different choices and break the cycle, and there was sooooo much to explore about that with Mickey & Yevgeny.

Which would’ve been such an interesting storyline. Not that Mickey would ever be as bad as Terry, but I think it’s something he’d struggle with within himself. I could actually talk about Mickey in season 6 & 7 for hours lol, I have soooo many ideas. And Mickey & Yevgeny is my favourite unexplored storyline.

I’ve said before I think it would’ve ultimately changed Gallavich’s dynamic a bit, not at the beginning, but eventually (things change when you become a parent, your kid needs to come before your partner sometimes, and Mickey for the last few years had put Ian first for everything) and that’s something I think they’d need to work out while they’re in the midst of the re getting to know each other/ getting back together stage.

But even outside of his relationship w Ian, in general it would have been so fascinating to see how Mickey grapples with trying not to be like his dad while loving Yevgeny but also struggling with how he was conceived and how traumatizing it was for him.

I think maybe he’d overcompensate a bit - be soo hard on himself if Yev ever simply fell over and hurt himself a bit while Mickey was watching him. Or if Mickey was ever struggling not to lose it while Yev’s crying (because it would be so overstimulating for him). Even though it wouldn’t be his fault I think he’d still struggle and blame himself and fall back into the “oh god I can’t do this I’m just like my dad” sometimes.

And he’d then try so hard to be better and be there as much as he can almost to a fault. And you’re so right it would’ve been such an opportunity for him to heal and to break the cycle. I think it also would’ve put his own childhood into perspective - he wants to protect Yev from anyone that would hurt him, so it’s so jarring for him to realize how much he was hurt and allowed to be hurt when he was a kid.

I’m also in general not a huge fan of the throuple storyline. So I would’ve LOVED to have seen Mickey & Svet be a coparenting/accidental bestie duo throughout the season (it wouldn’t have been like that straight away but eventually) and all the hijinks they could get up to - scams, funny stuff with Yevgeny, maybe going out to find real jobs together, if Mandy called Mickey about the dead guy and he brought Svetlana along (I need post murder sibling bonding pls). Just in general being a little unconventional family, because we know family is super important to Svet.

Also at this point most of Mickey’s family is gone and Ian’s broken up with him. Svet & Yev would be all he has left. It makes sense that he’d end up relying on & cling to them. (This is another reason why I think Gallavich would be different when getting back together after being apart for the better part of a year, both of their priorities would have shifted a bit).

Sorry this got so long, this is just one of my favorite topics I could genuinely talk about it for hours😂 I can’t wait to read your season 6 au fic!! Already know it’ll be so good!

[kusaka6e]

BOYS IN THE BAND

(aot ver) | mha ver | fairy tail ver

band!au

various aot x fem!reader

headcannons about aot men as hot band member boyfriends <3

sfw

includes: eren, armin, jean, connie

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eren, the lead singer ;

we all know this mf had to be front and center LMFAOO

i think he also knows how to play piano but he doesn’t do it often, so whenever he posts a video of him doing it fans lose their SHIT

he loves playing for you, will def learn your favorite songs to surprise you with them

brought you out on stage to sing you something he wrote when he asked you to be his gf

seeing you front row at shows will make him put on one of the best concerts of his life

he is so mean to anyone hating on you LMAOO ‘if you can’t respect my girl than you’re obviously not a real fan asshole, delete all our music from your library’

loves when you come to shows but also understands that you have work and stuff to tend to; he sends you so many pics and videos during soundchecks to talk to you and feel like you’re actually there :(

if you surprise him at a show he’d probably cry his eyes out and make you swear to never speak of it “i just had sweat in my eyes from performing, i wasn’t crying!”

definitely wears your name around his neck at all times

corny mf definitely kisses you through the phone when he’s far away, like okay soulja boy

gets exclusive/one of one merch made for you all the time

connie, the drummer

there could not be a more fitting person to play the drums

is SO proud to have you, literally everyone knows you’re his like it or not

honestly probably has to your name or initial tattooed somewhere if you’re down with that

constantly posting you on all his socials, especially when he’s doing shows far away

definitely brings you to rehearsal and band meetings to sit on his lap while he plays

(not) jokingly refers to you as his wife all the time

like if the boys wanna go out to a club or something after a show he’s all “nah i don’t think the wife would like that, you guys go on ahead” and it’s not even that you’re insecure, he just wants to stay in and nap with you LMFAOOO

definitely has said “quit your job and come on tour with us, i’ll take care of everything else” and he’s not kidding

he just wants to have you around as often as he can :( he means it when he says everything is better with you present for it

would literally rather die than be away on your birthday/anniversary

he will look their manager in the face and say “well i guess you’ll have to find a new drummer for that show” LMAOOO like sir this is your career ???

he absolutely bought a build-a-bear with some goofy ass voice message in it for you and put it in one of the bands’ t-shirts, he now refers to the bear as you two’s child

jean, the guitarist ;

he soft-launched you two’s relationship and it caused HAVOC after

i don’t think jean hides the fact that he’s very much a hopeless romantic, so him constantly turning down advances from fans and people in general was odd

until

he posted a picture of you two holding hands across the table at a fancy restaurant, the promise ring he’d given you that night glinting against the flash of the picture being taken, probably captioned something simple like “my love <3”

he tries to protect you from the negatives that come from his lifestyle and sometimes that means supporting him from afar :(

don’t get it twisted, he loves when you come to shows but the idea of a fan or someone attacking you literally keeps him up at night sometimes, he’d never forgive himself if that happened

when you do come to shows in person he makes sure they have extra security everywhere that night, and he insists that you’re backstage to a.) have the best view of the show and b.) have you in the safest place possible

writes you love letters and sends them with little souvenirs/care packages all the time

loves sending you obnoxiously large flower arrangements

he’ll facetime you when he gets the notification that they got delivered so he can see your reaction in real time :((

everytime he gets a new guitar he has you write your name on it before he ever uses it, he swears it’s for good luck

armin, the bassist ;

okay listen here me out on this one

imagine the whole crowd losing their shit over eren or jean stealing the show and showing off, and armin just steadily playing the bassline, looking up and finding you in the crowd to wink at you

i just- something about him playing the bass sits so right with me

kinda likes being able to throw most of the fans’ attention to the other band members, doesn’t always do so well with people

all the fans know you’re dating him and absolutely love you two together

the boys get SO protective if someone has anything negative to say, eren and connie have already snapped on them before armin has even looked their way

you two are definitely the band’s parents

like if the boys are getting rowdy armin can literally say “if you guys don’t stop i’m gonna tell (y/n)” and suddenly they’re perfect angels LMFAOO

he 100% cried when you got a little bass guitar tattooed

even though you guys obviously call/text when he’s away, i think he likes to send you postcards from some of the cities they’re touring to with cute little lovenotes on them

i think he gets so wrapped up in trying to make sure everyone else is prepared for shows (and keeping eren’s wild ass out of trouble LMFAO) that he needs reminders to take care of himself too :( the boys love when you travel with them because they finally get to see armin loosen up and relax because you’re there

[breadbox-draws]

KK LOOKS SO GOOFY AS DJ F-LIGHT/pos!!!! I WANNA HEAR MORE ABOUT THE TWO CHARTER AUS!!!!!

i'll be honest, i'm a little (pleasantly) surprised to see enthusiastic interest in these silly ideas- not as a self-deprecatory thought, mind, but more of an unexpectedness since this is a space where i just toss random doodles to the wind hdowjfjdk

i appreciate it very much though! yall folks and friends have been very kind <3

onto the ask at hand, i'll start with some preliminary details. Both iterations are some years older!, meaning that KK would be around his early thirties when he becomes a charter with a newly built district to his name (he's currently 27). Maxismum, the district, is relatively thin in width, and would likely be located on the outer rim of the city. While KK didn't originally want to become charter, in these AUs he's pushed or motivated to aim higher, so that he can provide a happy space for his friends and for Vinyl City. He takes this in two different ways, explained under the read-more!

(Foreword: these ideas are a wip, so the designs of the costumes and districts might change later on)

DJ F.Light

Route A is the Normal Route. Here, KK keeps his old stage name, DJ Dragonflyte, and just shortens it into an alias sometimes (the exact reason why is still pending, maybe as a way to get around without his reputation preceding him). KK continues with his philosophy of living the PLUR life (rave acronym for peace-love-unity-respect) and utilizes his status + district as a means of bringing attention to smaller and/or up-and-coming artists! It's sort of why his outfit is less flashy and looking like an ordinary event organizer, with some design inspirations coming from the look of aircraft marshallers.

Maxismum A:

This Maxismum has a topside and an underside, with the former being split up in quarters by cardinal direction.

The east and west quarters are long sections of bright neon roofed mall space, called Holiday Row East and West, respectively. They primarily function as a space where people can acquire 1) party paraphernalia (think Party City vibes) and 2) reasonably priced materials that can help someone kick off their own music career! So like instruments, costumes, sound equipment, etc, etc. The items are sort of generic though, since the inventory has to cater to a wide variety of people, so he encourages folks that do more specialized work, like costume and set designers, to advertise their wares at Holiday Row :]

The north quarter connects to an airport! Maxismum and Holiday Row also act as sort of touristy place, to be the first impression of Vinyl City (the airport + air tram access is also because it fits with his theme- he thought it would be cool). (i might not keep this idea)

The south quarter is residential, and while the apartments are well maintained, they're a bit tight on space and see a lot of foot traffic outside.

The underside is specifically used for performances, plural. It works similarly to underground warehouse raves back in the day, where there are separate "rooms" (buildings, at this size) that musicians can rent out for performance venues, and he'll accept any and all genres to take a crack at a real stage. The atmosphere of this layer is always generally dim, with streetlamps and blacklight fixtures and neon lights that decorate the area and lead people to places with 'ascension' motifs (airplanes, rockets, rising stars...you know, for Rising Stars).

DJ F.Light's venue, called the Blacklight Runway (a slight nod to a track by the same name from Dirty Androids), is the largest one there, and when he holds a concert, he never does it alone. He always invites other DJs or artists of similar genres to perform with him, where they cycle out the person playing after a certain amount of time. Each DJ is credited when it's their turn to play, and F.Light is always the last one to go. Anyone unfamiliar with his concerts might be surprised to see that...he was both the ticket guy at the door and the guy in the crowd that was *really* going ham with the cheering during everyone else's performances.

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DJ Apotheotic

Route B is the "Bad" Route. This KK lets his nerves get to him and takes on the theme of the Sophisticated Techno Night Club. He transitions out of his old Dragonflyte theme completely and feeds into the idea that he *has* to look and act more "professional" in order to be taken seriously.  Initially, that was in the spirit of benefiting Vinyl City, but he soon got lost with his vision and aimed for power and popularity instead, becoming dead set on being the Best.

Maxismum B:

Instead of "Party City Music Mall", the district looks much more like a futuristic minimalist, with architecture consisting of high rise polyhedral towers plated with sleek, black chrome and neon strips. (Think Tron: Legacy, for those that have seen the movie).

Instead of topside being split into quarters, there are just two halves: the business and residential districts.

Maxismum's offices are chic but practical, with a primary focus on digital equipment, like monitor screens, sound programs, and even gaming hardware. While not as artistically fancy as Dream Fever, there's definitely an energy of trying to be like 'what is sold or served here is of high quality, furnished with the latest upgrades and reputably sourced, and deserving of respect'.

The residential district is like...brutalism's chrome and neon cousin. Though the apartments are a little pricey, but they're close to air tram stations that connect to other parts of the city, and the living conditions and spaces are great, as long as you're okay with moving into a. block. It's all in the name of efficiency.

(The district sounds a bit bleak but it does have something of an active nightlife, with entertainment in darkness-themed establishments like arcades, laser tag, and bowling alleys. he hasn't completely gotten rid of his roots ey).

What stands out the most in the district is his venue, called...I'm less solid on this name (pun intended), but it's something along the lines of The Perfect Prism. It's a large building built on tall supports with an outer facade that changes its shape into different simple polyhedrons, like pyramid, cube, diamond. Sometimes a sphere. His concerts are the *only* official concerts allowed to happen in his district, and he runs his shows like he's the hottest thing in the city. I almost hesitate to say he's like a priest at his turntable pulpit because he's not...giving sermons or holding some kind of 'music Mass', but in the those calm breaks in the music when the DJ talks, he's definitely saying stuff like "my music will save your fucking soul (metaphorical)". And he doesn't just have his finger on the pulse of the party, his music *is* the pulse of the party, and he's "gonna deliver you from your troubles with a lotta noise, baby".

[the-menace-in-pink]

The Phantom Troupe members if they had a Celebrity Crush — Part 1 (Chrollo, Machi and Feitan)

(CC = Celebrity Crush — VA = Voice actor/actress)

Chrollo: 

Surprisingly, he's got a little fanboy side.

His celebrity crush would be any or all of these: a VA, an actor/actress, a soloist, or a lead singer in an idol group/band.

Whenever he has the time, he checks on his favorite celebrities' releases/ activities on SNS and YouTube.

Goes out alone on weekends and nights that aren't very busy so that he can watch his CC's movies. He books himself screening rooms at cinemas and watches all by himself —his favorite snacks at hand. He just watches, relaxed, quiet, and in awe. Has moments when he'll sob or cackle because of some scenes.

Has also booked screening rooms to watch animes and music videos lmao.

If his CC models/shoots ads, he goes downtown in the evening/night, sits on benches, and stares at their posters, billboards, ads, etc. All the while he's sipping on a beer or eating ice cream. Sometimes he just stands there, lost in thoughts, with his celebrity crush's face as some kind of comfort and backdrop. He'd be wondering about a bunch of things.

If CC is a singer, he always perks up when their song starts playing in a restaurant, bar, mall, or wherever. Even on missions. He'd sometimes hume or whistle to the melody, gaining amused and surprised stares from the other spiders, but they wouldn't overthink it. He's very lowkey.

Doesn't buy merch, but he definitely tries to attend concerts and meet&greets when his schedule permits. If CC performs at an event near one of the PT's gigs/destination, he will watch or listen from the sidelines. Maybe even from the top of a nearby building to get a view of the stage.

CC's songs definitely played while he was murdering someone or causing mass destruction. He most likely had to kill/abduct people outside concert halls too.

I feel like he'd gravitate toward someone who's the complete opposite of how he presents himself. Someone who's upbeat, confident, bubbly and extroverted.

Listening to their voice or watching their shows would be a serotonin boost to him.

If they're a VA, all of his favorite characters are definitely voiced by the celebrity crush—no matter their relevance or how big or small the role is.

In the case where he's really attached to said celebrity, he might sometimes get all up in his feelings and wish he was an average folk so he could fanboy in peace and write fanfics.

What hooks him is a mixture of talent, aura, vibes, and looks—that person. So I doubt he'd accept to date or start to court someone simply because they look or sound like his CC. They're irreplaceable, one and only. No one else is like his CC.

If any harm had to befall them, he'd get pissed—the silent type of pissed. You know what comes after…

Very loyal, tbh. If he starts liking a celebrity very hard, he'll most likely continue to do so for years. Until said celeb does something that turns him off or dies.

Even if the celeb is a sworn enemy, he'd still listen to their songs and watch their works just because 💀 he's weird like that.

He talks directly to CC's billboards/posters and explains his plans and troubles when he gets a bit loose and tipsy.

Probably has whole debates on the entertainment industry, books, etc., with a billboard or figure cardboard.

Simulates interviews, lmao. He's very unserious.

I've got a feeling he'd be into a band like PRINCESS PRINCESS (プリンセス・プリンセス)… I don't know why. Like I know he’d have stanned the shit outta Kaori’s energy 😭

"19 GROWING UP -ode to my buddy-" is his guilty pleasure jam.

Machi:

She’s not someone who pays too much attention to celebrities. One may catch her attention for a short time, but it’s rare.

However, if and when a celebrity holds her attention long and hard enough to become a celebrity crush… it’s someone phenomenal.

Someone who inspires her and commands respect. By their talent, devotion, and artistic quality.

I see her crushing on a famous stylist, makeup artist, or musician.

CC’s attention to detail, originality, dedication, talent, and hard work in the craft really get to her, making her breathless and wholly captivated.

She’d notice everything about them and how they move, carry themselves, and work. She’d try to emulate them unconsciously but would catch herself. Because she doesn’t want to become them. She still enjoys the rift separating them. She, deep down, wants someone to admire.

Still eagerly drinks in their tips and advice.

If there are colors her CC seems to like, she may find herself buying items (phone case, blanket, notebooks, threads etc.) and clothes in the same palette.

She doesn’t get merch but definitely buys from CC’s collections and brands.

If CC’s a musician, they’re likely in a band too.

If everyone’s bias in a band is the lead singer or the most attractive member, she’s into whoever is at the keyboard, piano, or bass.

Any interest she’s had in playing instruments is because of CC.

She’s quiet on social media. Will drop likes here and there but doesn’t interact with the fandom or CC’s posts much.

She anonymously pays people to film and upload CC-focused fancams.

May have ‘’politely’’ requested from the cameramen that they film more close-ups of CC’s hands and face (that look of deep concentration makes her blush, to her dismay 😫).

Choses to download songs depending on whether or not her celebrity crush had an input in them. If CC rarely ever produces/writes, she downloads their favorite songs from their band’s discography instead + CC’s recommendations.

If they’re a stylist, she probably integrates some of their sewing patterns in her own choreographies.

I’m definitely not projecting when I say she’s a YOSHIKI fangirl.

She gravitates towards a CC who’s reserved but eloquent and passionate when they’re asked about their work or ambitions.

Has already written a letter to one of her celebrity crushes. Not a very gushy one. Just a short note thanking them for their hard work and presence and telling them they’ve inspired her greatly and to keep up the good work. It was one of the hardest things to do for her, finding the courage to send it.. she was scared she’d get busted.

Would much rather watch and hear CC playing live than on TV or Youtube.

As I said, she’s a quiet fan. So no one in the Troupe (besides maybe Pakunoda) likely knows about her fangirl side. (She knows everyone’s celebrity crushes and darkest secrets tho kjshgfkhjgj)

Feitan:

He's an anime enjoyer, so his celebrity crush is likely a VA who may happen to be a singer or an actor. But he's not much into the music part. He definitely tunes in for their acting, though.

Feitan can be very intense in his 'stanning.'

Watches reality and variety shows featuring his CC. He has bookmarked and downloaded all his favorite clips and rewatches them whenever he's on break or bored.

Spends money on mass voting to ensure his CC wins awards and nominations.

I feel like he'd be a total Mamoru Miyano, Kana Hanazawa, and Ayumi Ito fanboy. I don't know why skjgfhjghkj

Retweets every single news about CC and the characters they voiced.

May have murdered or traumatized a known hater.

Probably has considered sabotaging CC's industry rival. The original plan might have been murder, but Shalnark snitched him off to Pakunoda and Chrollo.

Got a bunch of keychains of his favorite characters (voiced by CC) attached to his phone.

Visits every CC and anime-themed cafe and event whenever he can. Goes with Phinks and Shalnark for different occasions and reasons.

Sometimes gets involved in fan wars. He's usually that one bish who makes alt accounts and pops out of nowhere to doxx haters and their whole genealogical tree. It's a mix of him being offended over having his celebrity crush dragged and 50% of him simply enjoying the utter chaos and misery of random internet users.

His alts are on half of the internet's block lists. If CC has a reputation for having a 'toxic' fandom, it's 70% Feitan's fault.

Beefed with 12 years olds. No one will call his CC "MY meow meow" or "MY" anything when he's right there.

Tries to leave eloquent reviews and comments on CC's pages, SNS, and forums, but they always become memes and copypastas within the fandom.

He's on cloud nine when CC mentions or reposts the reviews.

Already sneaked at a convention while cosplaying one of his celebrity crushes' most notable characters. He paid Machi an excellent sum to make it for him, and thankfully he knew he could trust her not to tell a soul (he had to double the payment, tho…)

Showed up to fan signing events with those super elaborated cosplays. Has some pictures with CC too. He's the definition of a successful fan.

However, his pics get constantly stolen by other fans and accounts. Because obviously, his cosplays always hide his face behind a mask or something —he can't risk being recognized by anyone.

100% pretended to lose his balance so CC would catch him by the waist and steady him.

This man reads fanfictions. He's subscribed to any (Celebrity crush) x reader tag variations on every platform.

Buys any food his celebrity crush advertises.

He developed a crush while watching an anime at a very low point in his existence. And he's been obsessed since then. CC's performance in a character he related to really hit him in the feels. It's pretty touching, actually.

[lilly-chou-chou]

(Tw: s3icide and d3ath mention)

I actually do not know where to begin with this because his passing has impacted so many people around the globe. I hope his family, members and friends take as long time as it takes for them to heal from this. When things like this happen we realize how much we take life for granted, it really does make sense when people say things like "resolve things now, who knows if tomorrow you or them will live to see another day"

There are times when things are really difficult and you don't know what to do or how to reach out to others and I want you all to know that it is not your fault. You did your best.

As the years went by I never liked this saying "d3ad people recive more flowers than living" it really made me angry and infuriated me because it is was so unkind and horrible thing to say. I never saw things like that, I always saw it as "they were truly loved and cherished a lot that is why they're getting a lot of flowers" it doesn't matter how they passed on, I always believed that in after life they will get their desired peace and these flowers will build a path for them to look after their loved ones in a different way.

In the the topic of same light I did come across this tumblr post which said "no ones will care about him after few weeks, it always works like this people don't care" can we stop doing this? Because it's so horirble and absolutely worst thing to do. Fans and sometimes even people close to idols have no idea how they are actually doing, as I said Moonbin's situation was a huge shock to all of us. We will never forget about Moonbin, Junghyun, Sulli and Hara. We always remember him. To this every I can never forget 18th December, 13th October, 24th November and now 19th April. These are the dates that I still remember ever since they passed away.

Every year without fail on these days I always take a moment to remember them, we have never forgotten them, we still talk about them. When we talk about them instead of their passing we choose to talk about their happy moments they spent on earth, we choose to talk and discuss about their iconic jokes inside the fandom, their fashion sense, their amazing talents and how ever so they treated their fans and loved ones so kindly.

Talking about someone who has passed on isn't just limited to talking about their d3ath, their lives spent on this earth is also a topic we should talk about more. I still think about Jonghyun's that one video where his mum was calling him after concert and he ever so sweetly said "please wait mum, I am coming", Sulli's extravagant and beautiful loud laugh, Hara's mesmerizing stage presence and now Moonbin's debut with Astro, it's crazy how young Moonbin looked in Hide&Seek I still remember watching the MV when their debuted getting excited about debut of a new group and I couldn't keep off my eyes off of them, they all shined so well.

I hope now Moobin rests well after becoming a star in the sky, when you feel down just look up in the sky and I hope you know there are 4 stars are are shining bright and beautiful telling you "it's okay, don't worry there is always another day"

[undyingghoul]

Don't Go Insane

Title: Don't Go Insane Pairing: Mountain

Warnings: Masturbation Summary: It’s time for a concert, and everyone is getting ready. Although Mountain was getting ready, he was just doing it in a very different way.

Note: This probably isn't spectacular seeing as it's been a minute since I've written fanfiction/written in general. I hope it's still enjoyable though, so here's 1,625 words of Mountain smut <3

With a small knock on the door Mountain startled. He relaxed a bit when he realized it was just the knock to let him know the concert was minutes from starting. He wouldn't know how to explain himself if the door opened at the current moment. Mountain thinks he’d rather die instead of being discovered in such a vulnerable position. A few weeks before leaving for tour he had discovered one of his toys he’d long forgotten about: a vibrating cock sleeve. Does he remember where he got it? No. Does he remember how it came into his possession? Also no. What he does remember, though, is that it worked like a charm. He wanted to test it, but that’s when the idea of wearing it during a concert popped into his head. One that could easily cost him and cause a lot of trouble. He thought about it. Discreet. Risky. Pleasurable. A challenge. He loved a good challenge. He picked a concert at random and packed it in his bags. The date was further out than he thought it was. Days turned into weeks, and weeks more felt like an eternity. It gave him plenty of time to fantasize about the moment which sometimes resulted in a quick jerk-off session. But finally, weeks of having to wait for the concert he chose paid off, it was time. And that idea led him to adjust the vibrating cock sleeve around his dick minutes before a concert. He tried to muffle the excited chirps and coos that threatened to spill past his lips. It was risky. It was a challenge, and a challenge is a challenge. He looked forward to it and was very excited. It was a simple little toy but one that could cause great chaos. It was a material he couldn’t quite recall at the moment that made up the sleeve, and for the vibrations, there was a spot where you could slip in a small but powerful vibrator. He had experimented a bit with securing the small remote to certain parts of his pants and the best spot he found was right against the waistband a little ways down.

After putting the sleeve and vibrator in place he had gotten the remote for it to sit neatly against his waistband, above the base of the sleeve. He knew it wouldn’t slip out since it was pinned by his tight black jeans. He moved around a bit: stretching, bending, and lunging to try and get acclimated and used to the feeling. Once he was satisfied he put on the lowest vibrations and made his way to the stage.

He could feel it all set in when he sat at his drums. The slowly building pleasure. The thrill. The anxiety. The excitement that made his cock leak with pre. He had a literal minute to gather himself and prepare himself before Kaisarion started. Then the curtains fell. It was showtime. As he hit the first drumheads and cymbals he knew his chances of being caught were decently low, but they were not zero.

Playing through the first few songs was a breeze and he almost didn’t feel the vibrations. Sure, the vibrations built up after a while, and some quick movements made him shiver, but it was manageable. He felt good, really good. The sleeve hugged his cock just right and made the vibrations hit in all the right spots. He could already feel himself starting to drool and wetness settle in his boxers. After a few songs, Papa went into one of his speeches. Mountain took the time to turn up the vibrations and threw a hand to his mouth to stifle a raspy moan. He knocked the air out of his lungs at the same time. After nearly doubling over his drums he cleared his throat and pushed himself to sit upright. Keep the demeanor, keep his cool. With the toy being forgotten for so long he forgot how powerful it was. But with Papa’s speech quickly leading into another song, he had seconds to change it. But he didn’t back down from it, he kept it at the current level. He was riding this out until he couldn’t anymore. He was fine for two more songs. As he played during the third one he quickly came to realize that he was dangerously close and that one move, one vibration, one anything could send him over the edge. He could feel the amount of slick there was in his boxers and his head felt like it was spinning a bit. It only thrilled him. As he crashed down on a symbol with his drumstick he leaned forward a bit too much, pressing the sleeve against his cock just right and triggering his orgasm. His breath hitched and he fumbled his sticks a bit as what could’ve been the strongest orgasm he’s had thrummed through his entire body. He could feel his cum against his cock and feel it drip down his leg, and it only drove him closer to another orgasm. Scrambling to recover and not lose any sticks he bit his lip hard enough he tasted blood to keep his mouth shut and prevent a series of filthy moans and curses from spilling from him. Recovering in that sense, he didn’t get a chance to physically recover though. The vibrations continued and pushed him into overstimulation. To his horror and also his delight, leaning forward just a few moments ago made the vibrations stronger than before. Of course, he thought, that he leaned forward just right for his pants to press into the remote and raise the vibrations higher. Because why wouldn’t that happen to him? But again, he was playing a dangerous game. The universe was only playing with him and meeting his level. Where Papa usually had more lengthy speeches this time he didn’t. It left Mountain with practically no time to adjust a single thing or get a moment to recover. Maybe later he’d regret it, but he was thankful for that. If he had been granted time to adjust and recover it would not have been as fun, it’d defeat the purpose. He reveled in the feeling of fuzz in his brain and a goofy, lost smile on his face. After counting six orgasms he finally lost track. How he was still able to play was a complete miracle by this point. He will never be more thankful for black jeans either. He’s never cum so much or so hard in his life and any other pants there’d be a nice big wet spot showing in an instant. He hoped his black pants would keep what he did tonight somewhat secret.

The last song went by slowly for Mountain until the final stretch of messy random hits and crashes was needed. He had to move fast and quickly to keep up with his pack and by the end of it when everything stopped he had to drop his sticks and sob the filthiest moan into his hands as his final orgasm crashed over his wrecked body. At first he thought about turning the toy off completely but ended up putting it on a low vibration instead. Pushing himself to put his boots on and stand up was a chore and almost fell a few times. Grabbing extra drumsticks he came down from his drums with shaky strides and stood next to Aurora. She only smiled at him from behind her mask and told him he did a good job tonight. After the applause and bow Mountain quickly dished out extra drumsticks to fans in the crowd before retreating to his dressing room. Once the door clicked shut behind him he locked it and moved to sit on the small couch in his dressing room, peeling his concert attire off and shucking it aside. He made sure to carefully set aside his soaked jeans and just sat in his boxers, surveying the damage. Grabbing the remote that had fallen onto the floor he finally turned the toy off and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt himself melt into the couch as he slowly pulled the sleeve off and groaned at the slick sounds it made. He exhaled loudly and grabbed some tissues to start cleaning up the mess he made, deciding he’d shower once at the hotel. He grabbed a spare change of clothes from his bag and slipped into them, disposing entirely of his previous pair of boxers. There was no way he’d keep the evidence, he wanted a sweet little secret for himself and himself only. He also would clean the toy properly at the hotel once he got settled in. This time he had a room to himself which made things even better. After getting the toy decently cleaned he shoved it into his bag and made sure to leave his concert attire nicely left for the stage crew to take care of properly. He made his way out of the dressing room and was the first to step onto the bus, taking a seat way in the back and settling into the nice cushions of the sofa. He thought back over the concert and came to the conclusion he needed to do this again. No one seemed to notice, and if someone did they didn’t say anything. When he did this again he’d have to do something different, something bigger. Bonus points if he got caught. And extra bonus points if someone ever did something about it.

[ourpickwickclub]

(Sorry this is a bit long)

I was thinking about where Gwen’s head space might be during these days with ND . Obviously this is not just a normal concert/gig for her in and it’s also crazy to think how much G has grown in the past 9 years. She is not the sweet, manipulatable, naive person she was before 2015. She also has been doing her work/career alone and her way(with much success) for almost a decade with basically no contact or support of the main band members. She has most importantly done some deep soul searching and made significant changes to her life. She doesn’t need ND, but seems to want some healing and closure there.

I was not a ND super fan, so I have done some catch up over the years (but still know a fraction probably) on the band’s dynamic. I saw in G (prior to 2015) someone who was quick to blame herself for things and she could even have a lack of confidence in herself if something or someone tried to undermine it (but a complete force on stage!). I think she trusts her instincts now totally (she’s tried and true) and has outgrown the need for the former security of the band. At one time she considered them her second family and between the ND boys’ (and their wives) unsupportive or even back stabbing comments, it must really have been a dagger to her heart (compounded by GR’s even worse literal betrayal of her trust) she had really overcome a lot to do this.

2015 was beyond crazy if you think about it “My life blew up on my face” as G says, but the amount of growth she had since is staggering. I thought it was a good sign B wasn’t there at the rehearsals (or even home in LA) at the time. She doesn’t need anyone to be her security blanket, she’s got this!! I know in a minute Blake would have done whatever she needed him to (he’s the most supportive person like ever!!), but she’s good. She’s grown in leaps and bounds and I’m so happy for her! It must be like riding a bike on the one hand, but a strange new reality to have this superpower of having risen from the ashes to find your strength. I think it’s a full circle moment 😊

As someone with penchant for long posts, I enjoyed this. While I do think Gwen has always actually been a strong person, I think her Achilles heel is the people she cares about. Too many of those in her life exploited that really nice quality of hers.

I remember early on, Blake and Gwen were often seen or posted, listening to self-help. I think we sometimes forget how huge the trauma they both sustained was to them.We’ve seen Blake go to great lengths to make Gwen feel secure in their relationship, like suing tabloids, and winning. We see Gwen always building Blake up using panting dog emojis and calling him a babe and hot. They know the damage the other is healing from and they are trying to help the other heal.

I agree, Gwen has done a lot of work. Early on she had some very limited contact with GR and ND… but that stopped when she probably realized there was no safe level of communication for her. And Blake started out acting like he and ML would be buddies and they would share custody of animals. That ended very quickly.

I absolutely agree with you that she is in a great place now. I think she both doesn’t need Blake there and also, will not hesitate to have him there when it works for her and Blake. This more secure version of Gwen might be unsettling to ND. It will be interesting to see.

- B

[desertfangs]

Lestat/Daniel

First sentence: Hey! Where is that hand going?!

This went in a direction I didn't expect but I had fun with it and I hope you'll have fun with it, too! I don't usually write this way, either, so it's a bit of an experiment and I hope it works.

“Hey, where is that hand going?” Lestat smiles teasingly at Daniel as he reaches for his jeans, to pull the little box of cigarettes from his front pocket. 

Daniel gives him an exasperated look but it’s temperated by the elation in him, the joy from the concert they’ve just left. Lestat can smell the blood and sweat on him from jumping and dancing around to the music. 

He puts the cigarette to his lips and flicks the lighter until a tiny flame dances on the top. He touches the cigarette to his lips and inhales, his dead lungs expanding in his chest. Lestat can hear the breath move into them and the way his heart speeds up almost imperceptibility. He offers Lestat the box.

Lestat holds up a hand in refusal. Daniel shrugs and puts the box back in his pocket, creating a small bulge over his hip. Lestat’s eyes trail to the other bulge beneath his jeans and he smiles to himself. Such a mortal thing to notice. Such mortal desires. But then he’s not immune to the pleasures of the flesh. They’re no longer the same as when he was a human boy, but no less intense. 

He watches Daniel smoke, the cigarette held between two long fingers that bring it to his soft lips. His blond hair is damp with blood sweat near the roots and the aroma is intoxicating. Lestat moves closer without realizing and Daniel looks at him.

The look stops his heart. It’s so open with the hint of a soft smile on his youthful face. Lestat can see plainly how this boy captivated Armand so quickly. With his tenacity and boldness, surely, but no doubt his beauty played a part. He’s a captivating creature. And yet there’s a casualness to his movements, an almost unawareness of just how alluring it is when he sucks on the cigarette, his lips puckering around it. 

“Did you like the band?” Daniel asks, shifting nervously under Lestat’s gaze. Lestat turns away, watching the rest of the crowd exiting the building, their hearts hammering at frenetic tempos. They smell of sweat, beer, and hairspray, the faint smell of marijuana lingering in the air. 

“They had a good energy, though I was tempted to go up there and show the lead singer how it’s done.” 

Daniel laughs, a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth as he does. “Yeah, well, not everyone can be The Vampire Lestat.” The cigarettes make his voice rougher and give it a texture that sets Lestat’s hair on end. 

“I’ve been thinking it’s time for a reunion tour,” Lestat says. He doesn’t really mean it. Yes, he longs to do it, to be on stage again, but as much as teases Marius, he knows it’s not realistic. His new role is the role of a lifetime: the prince of all vampire kind. He works that stage brilliantly, plays the part with fervor and zeal. But sometimes when he posts videos of himself singing a few bars on the internet and the comments go wild, he wants to be on the stage again like he used to.

“Yeah, well, sign me up,” Daniel says. “I’ll work your merchandise table.” 

Lestat laughs. This is what he loves about Daniel. When he says things like that, Armand will frown trying to work out how serious he is and Louis gets that familiar little wrinkle in his forehead that marks his concern. Marius will jump into a long lecture of why he can’t ever be on stage again. But Daniel simply jumps on board.

Lestat moves closer and snatches the cigarette from his fingers. Again, Daniel gives him that exasperated look, the one perfected over years with Armand. There’s no real rancor in it, though. Lestat touches the cigarette to his lips, slightly moist from Daniel’s mouth, and inhales. The smoke is hot, filling his lungs with dry, crackling air. Daniel takes it back, putting it right to his own mouth and leaving it there hanging on his lip as he runs his fingers through his blond hair.

“You can be my tour manager,” Lestat says.

“I know you’re joking but if you want, we could make it happen,” Daniel says. 

Lestat’s pulse quickens. He imagines the heat of the lights, the microphone in his hand, the crowd in front of him going berserk like they did for this mediocre local rock band. 

“Armand has connections in the music scene here, he could secure a venue. Maybe even this one.” Daniel gestures behind him. “We could sell you as a cover artist. Get you a back up band for one night. No one would think it was really you but…” He shrugs. “Could be fun.”

It could be fun. Lestat can imagine it clearly enough. He can wear a costume similar to one of his more famous ones and go wild with the hair and makeup. He’ll be an impersonator to the audience, playing a role. 

“The role I was born to play,” he mumbles.

“Yourself?” Daniel snorts.  He drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds it out with his shoe. “Yeah, man, it’d be cool.”

Lestat considers. Puts his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and pulls him into a hug right there on the street. No one cares. That’s the best thing about this modern age in the big city. No one really pays attention to anyone else. Everyone is too busy stumbling out of the venue, heading for the subway or a taxi, or a bar.

“Let’s get a drink,” Lestat says. 

Daniel gives him a sidelong look, and his thoughts are easy enough to read. But he vocalizes his question anyway: “What kind of drink?” 

Daniel is young and he’s fed. He has no need of blood right now, though Lestat is tempted to take him somewhere dark and quiet and offer him some regardless. 

“In a bar! Let’s follow the crowd.” 

“Sure. I actually know a good place three blocks down,” Daniel says. 

Lestat grins. He lowers his arm so it’s around Daniel’s waist and Daniel puts his arm around Lestat’s waist in turn. They walk together, milling through the crowd. “If were to do this show—a one night only engagement you understand—“ 

Daniel nods. “Obviously.” 

“Do you really think Armand would help?” 

“Of course! He’ll love the idea. Getting to dress you up in 80s rockstar regalia and watch you perform? He’ll be first in line.” 

“I suppose you and your maker get up to plenty of trouble in this town,” Lestat says. 

Daniel snorts. “You can say that.”

The idea is stuck in his head now, and he can’t stop thinking of which songs he’ll want to do, how many rehearsals it’ll take with a new band, how much time they’ll need. “What about the others?” Lestat asks, as they stop at the curb and wait to cross. 

Daniel considers, worrying his lip. It’s an extremely human gesture. Louis might be the most human of them all but Daniel has retained so much of his humanity, and Lestat enjoys that about him, too. “I think Louis will come around once we explain the whole impersonator part.” 

“Hm.” Lestat can picture Louis’ elegant face shifting into disapproval, but then he remembers their reunion in the 80s, and how delicious it was. How delicious it always is to see him worried and perturbed and to prove him wrong. Besides, he’ll love it, too. Perhaps even more than rest, not that he’ll ever admit it. “Good. Then we should start making plans immediately.” 

The light changes for them to cross, and Daniel hesitates. Lestat can hear the uncertainty in his thoughts, not for this crazed concert venture, but whether it’d be best to go back to Trinity Gate and enlist Armand’s help immediately, or whether they can do some basic planning at the bar. Lestat is  still buzzing from the energy of the show and his new plan for a show of his own and he wants to be in a lively setting, surrounded by people. 

“To the bar, Danny,” Lestat says, giving him a hard pat on his ass. “You can call your maker and have him join us there. He can bring a computer.” 

Daniel laughs and shakes his head and they head across the street. 

[lisancrimes]

That Special Someone

Sometimes You Just Know

The students are presenting their programs during the summer session's last day.  Family and friends have come out for support and to see their work.  The entire family came out to support Oleò.  Dr. Aku presented his daughter with a bouquet to commemorate the day.  The Atrium in the Administration Building is where students show their artwork.  Two of Oleò’s pieces, a delicate Morning Lilly in watercolor and an old-master style figure model sketch, were on display. A top prize ribbon hung on both.  

While thanking all the students for their time and effort, the teacher highlighted Oleò and her exceptional work.  The happy family takes pictures together. Doctor Aku excused himself to speak with some of the administration and faculty.  

On his way to the concert hall, Jaxon asked his mother if they could see his friends' art exhibition in the Administration Building.  Arriving, they find Oleò’s art project, and he marvels at how good they are.  He looks up, and there she is.  Hello there Oleò, I see you won an award.  That's great.  I like these a lot.  Remembering that his mother is standing there, he says, Oleò, this is my mother, Sara Jackson.  They shake hands, and Sara compliments her on the pieces.  You are a talented young lady.  Accepting the compliment, the girl says thank you.  By this time, Ms. Aku and her mother arrive.  Élise says, “I am Oleò’s mother, and this is my mother, Simone Voland.” Sara shakes hands with the ladies and introduces herself, “I am Sara Johnson, Jaxon’s mother.” Oleò then introduces friend Jaxon to the family. Mother this is Jaxon. He is playing a concert at the music hall this evening.

Noting the time, Jaxon says they are due at the campus concert hall in 15 minutes.  He says, Oleò, please come to the program if you can.  Jaxon and Sara depart.  Dr. Aku rejoins the group. I have to leave for home. I have to make rounds at the hospital. Élise looks at Oleò and says they are going to the music program and will see you and mother afterward. 

Jaxon is backstage with the band, and Sara is waiting in the hall’s concession area for the doors to open.  She sees Oleò and her mother and waves them over.  I think they are going to start soon.  May we sit with you? Élise asks.  Of course, you can. 

Dr. Kind is acting as Master of Ceremony for the program.  He tells the audience the band will play four selections.  The band performs well throughout the program, with a few students, including Jaxon, playing solo parts.  The band completed their repertoire in about 40 minutes.  The audience stood and gave a thunderous round of applause.  Students received their applause with bows and then filed off the stage. 

Dr. Kind returns to the stage to address the audience, thanking the students for their dedication and tireless work in preparing the evening’s program.  He tells the audience there is one more selection to play as an encore.  He introduces the trio.  Including Peter Ware, a fine player and a senior at the college on contrabass, himself on piano, and Jaxon on the trumpet.  He announced the selection as a medley of songs, including “Ruby My Dear, Pannonica and Round Midnight", all Monk compositions.  Oleò smiled as the trio counted off the tune.

Jaxon played with incredible passion, sensitivity, and flawless execution.  As the tune ended, the trio took their bows, and the audience showed appreciation with a nearly three-minute standing ovation.  Sara beaming, proud and misty-eyed, thought that he was reminiscent of his father’s playing, but he might be better.  

At the music reception, Jaxon left backstage to find his mother, Oleò and Élise.  On his way to them, there were handshakes and congratulations aplenty.  He hugged his mother, who said she was proud and happy for him.  Élise told him he was terrific and how much she enjoyed his performance, to which he smiled and said thank you.  Oleò says, “Jaxon, you are so darn good," with a laugh.  No, you are better than pretty good, you were fantastic.  Thank you, Oleò. I appreciate you saying that.  

The two of them chatted briefly about their plans for the rest of the summer.  Oleò and her family have a month-long trip to France to visit relatives.  Jaxon was flying out the following week to Los Angeles to spend time with Marion and see his dad’s relatives at a family reunion. 

With that, it was time to part ways.  Jaxon looks at Oleò and tells her, “It was nice getting to know you."  She said likewise.  Hopefully, I'll see you around town.  Oleò starts at All Saints High, the girl’s private school, in the fall.  Jaxon will attend John Quincy.  Finally, she says, “See ya later, Jaxon."  He says, “See ya later, Oleò," with a laugh.  Hey, hold that bag close, as he mimics clutching a bag under his arm.  She laughs as they turn, heading for the door. 

Turning back to his mother, Sara said you didn’t tell me Oleò was a girl.  Smiling, he shrugs and says I guess it didn't come up. She is cute. I see why like her. He asked his mother if she had a piece of paper and a pen, and she did.  He said, "Hold on mom, I'll be right back, walking to the door to find Oleò.  Jaxon catches up with her and asks if it’s okay to call her sometime.  Sure, she said.

Do you have anything to write my phone number?  He produces a pen and paper from behind his back, tearing it in half.  Handing it back to him, she says here is my telephone number, don’t lose it.  Let me give you my number too, just in case, he smiles.  They wave goodbye to each other as she merges into the crowd, and then she’s gone.  Jaxon thinks to himself, "I am going to marry her someday."

On the drive home, Oleò is quiet. She is preoccupied thinking about Jaxon. Élise interrupts her bliss by asking, " What did you think of the concert? It was very good; I enjoyed his playing. You mean Jaxon?  Yes, I think he is very talented. He is talented and seems like a lovely young man. Mother, he is super nice and very polite to me. Is he now? So, you like this fellow? We are good friends. I enjoy talking to him. I see. I hope you don’t mind; I gave him our telephone number. I don’t think there is a problem, but no calls after 10 pm. Okay, I’ll tell him if he happens to call. Don’t worry, sweetheart, he’ll call. Do you think so? Yeah, the way he was looking at you tonight, I am sure of it. Do you think Dad will be okay with it? I’ll talk to him, but my guess is it will be alright. As the car pulls into the garage, Oleò is still smiling. Élise chuckles to herself as they leave the car. There is no better feeling than the first love. Ah, it’s so beautiful to be young and smitten.