#remote jobs for musicians

[allurilove]

Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”

[astonmartinii]

bite the hand | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem musician!reader [face claim: clairo + clairo, boygenius and taylor swift music]

having fans are great, but sometimes it goes to far and you have to bite the hands that feed you

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, maxverstappen1 and 913,551 others

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yourusername: howdy ladies, gentlemen and all that's in between, it's single release day. i had so much fun on this track with bea and getting to pour all of my love for maxy onto such a cute melody... hope you all enjoy my loves x

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user1: YES THANK YOU MOM THIS IS JUST WHAT I NEEDED TODAY

landonorris: how many letters in devoured?

yourusername: ATE 💅

landonorris: ate and left NO crumbs

maxverstappen1: why oh why did i ever introduce you two

yourusername: because you love us both?

maxverstappen1: i sure love you, jury is out on lando

landonorris: boooooooooo

user2: ugh if y/n had to date an f1 driver why couldn't she go for one of the hot ones like lando or charles?

user3: for real like bro he just drags her down

user4: you can't be serious? he's a professional athlete at the top of his sport and by what they show us a massive softy who loves y/n? why would we want anything else for her?

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user5: y/n will NOT stand for any max bashing idk why you guys try it every time

maxverstappen1: so unbelievably talented and the artist of her generation

yourusername: maybe it's because i have a top notch muse ?

maxverstappen1: NO NO IT'S ALL YOU YOU ARE THE ARTIST I AM JUST LUCKY TO BE IN YOUR VICINITY

yourusername: i am the lucky one baby

danielricciardo: leave your cute shit offline i already have to hear it all of the time let me be on instagram

yourusername: nope love my boyfriend too much

maxverstappen1: nope love my girlfriend too much

user6: they're so insufferable i love them

user7: this song bangs so much more when you pretend it's not about ... him

user8: bro is acting like max verstappen ran over his puppy

user7: sorry i don't want a GREAT artist and BEAUTIFUL woman being dragged down by THAT

user9: you are insane, you do not know y/n, you enjoy her music, that doesn't give you the right to have power over things in her personal life

user10: you people are why this fanbase has a bad name and before long y/n will get fed up too

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: the off weekend spent right

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user13: i need a man so obsessed with me that all he does is post my face

user14: crazy that all this guy does is wax lyrical about how much he loves her and she's like never at his races ... interesting

user15: and her weirdly entitled fanbase say he doesn't deserve her when she clearly doesn't support him as much as he supports her

yourusername: i love you and our soft little weekends, i wanna do it all the time :(

maxverstappen1: gosh our day jobs are really quite unconventional i guess we should just retire to a remote island to live on a small farm?

yourusername: you said it not me i just wanna be anywhere with you

maxverstappen1: i love you <3

user16: RETIRE TO A REMOTE ISLAND? SOMEONE TELL THIS RAT THAT IF HE IS THE REASON WE DON'T GET MUSIC WE WILL RIDE AT DAWN

user17: babe have you ever thought that maybe the reason he said that he wants to retire away from everyone because you people stick your noses in all the time

danielricciardo: @yourusername a soft weekend you say? how many hours did max spend on the sim?

yourusername: a solid ten but he even let me have a go

danielricciardo: oh wow that man really is in love

maxverstappen1: i think she'd rival a couple of you with some practice, i'm working on getting her to join redline

user18: ugh this is so annoying... preaching like you like spending time with your girlfriend and then spend it all playing a video game and letting her have one go?

user19: the sim is something f1 drivers use to train? if anything max probably shouldn't have let y/n have a go she could've accidentally changed the set up or other things

user20: i'm seeing charles and lewis training this off weekend and he just lies in bed with this girl? he really needs to ditch her to stay at the top

user21: literally two comments up is them talking about him training on the sim the jealousy is insane from both fans at this point

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: happy to take home another win in mexico, i love this track and am forever thankful to this team and my loved ones.

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user25: holy shit idk what f1 can do but the paddock looked insane today there's no way that is safe for the drivers and personnel.

user26: there's so many videos of people rushing max and although some of them look like max fans who are just excited but there were a lot of very rude rival fans trying to get too close for comfort

yourusername: forever proud of you !! you're like jimmy and sassy with zoomies on crack <3

maxverstappen1: that is the highest of the high compliment thank you my love

yourusername: champagne is on me girlypops no expense spared for the love of my life

redbullracing: do we all qualify as girlypops ???

yourusername: of course !! don't think i didn't notice the supply of vegan pizza rolls you truly are the lactose intolerant allies of the grid

user27: can she stop spending all her hard earned money on this scrub that just uses her

user28: bro makes millions in a year he doesn't NEED her but that doesn't mean he can't want her? you guys are crazy

user29: some of these fans need to do some serious evaluation, drivers are not zoo animals, they are people and deserve respect and that includes respect to their personal space.

user30: for real like why was brad basically having to act as a body guard for max and y/n

user31: this was such a dangerous event for max and y/n. they're both very famous individuals and should be able to move around the paddock without being in danger.

user32: max joked about getting a body guard for this weekend but i think he should seriously consider it especially is y/n is coming to more races while she's not touring

danielricciardo: it has been brought to my attention that y/n has stated that she will spare no expense, i am making a formal enquiry into whether this will cover my bar tab?

yourusername: i will within reason but only because your bffs with maxy and will drink the fruity lil cocktails with me

danielricciardo: REAL men drink cocktails

maxverstappen1: do NOT disrespect the humble gin and tonic on my post

user33: i'm glad they're in high spirits after the shenanigans in the paddock today and the booing towards max :(

yourusername

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yourusername: there is no full way to articulate my feelings right now. my fans have to respect my personal relationships and my boundaries. i appreciate your support but you have to understand that i am not your personal friend and you do not have the right to my personal life. i also understand that in sport, there are a lot of heightened emotions, but drivers do not owe you their safety. this is something i have felt for a long time since max and i became a public couple and the onslaught of hate came for him. you may say that it comes from a good place, or for my best interests, but the manner in which some 'fans' have expressed their 'worries' is unacceptable. i do not want to bite the hand that feeds me, but there's only so many slaps me and my loved ones can take from the hand.

bite the hand is out on all streaming platforms. please listen closely a re-evaluate your relationships with your favourite artists, thank you.

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maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: i love you and i will never let other people tell me when i'm not enough get in my head again. we both appreciate our support and acknowledge that we would be nowhere without it. but our relationships are ours, please respect this.

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yourusername

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yourusername: okay sad songs are important but it's now time for me to sing my wee little heart out about how much i love you and how i know we were always made for each other.

i love you maxy, invisible string is all about my muse. out now.

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user41: IT BANGS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

user42: ffs i guess we're stuck with this man for life now ...

user43: LISTEN TO BITE THE HAND AND BANG YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AND HEAR THE PINBALLS OF YOUR BRAIN GOING CRAZU

user44: speak your truth sis

maxverstappen1: ISN'T IT JUST SO PRETTY TO THINK THAT ALL ALONG THERE WAS SOME INVISIBLE STRING TYING YOU TO ME

maxverstappen1: so true, you make me believe in soulmates YOU ARE MY SOULMATE I LOVE YOU

yourusername: i love you to the moon and to saturn for real

yourusername: and that thread of gold is made from all of your trophies LET'S GO RAHHHHHHHH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

maxverstappen1: the gold of that grammy @thegrammys yall heard bags?

user45: the way they're each others wags and completely embrace it

user46: i love that they're still their goofy asses they don't give a shit abou t yall

user47: y/n dropped a heart wrenching track and immediately went ... but hey i'm SUPER happy and that's all you're going to hear

landonorris: so like can y/n remix the dutch anthem so we can actually bop every weekend

yourusername: i kinda wanna marry the king of the netherlands so maybe not

landonorris: you broke up ?????

yourusername: no you dumbass max is the king of the netherlands

maxverstappen1: not factually but i do have a medal from the royal family so same thing

landonorris: why do you guys have to clown on me every time

yourusername: you're like our baby brother it's our duty

maxverstappen1: sorry not sorry

user48: you could never make me hate them they're made for each other

user49: finally bite the hand shamed the crazy bitches into finally shutting the fuck up

note: i love bite the hand i actually fear it might be my fave boygenius song and i recommend it to everyone. i actually did my university dissertation on parasocial relationships with athletes so like i feel like a good couple of sports fans could do with a listen to bite the hand. hope yall enjoyed and had a good weekend !! (chelsea gave me a heart attack but what's new, even though i was too sick to go to the game:()

[discordantwritings]

Rock Hard (Rock Band!Cross Guild x Reader)

Part 1. Prelude

Prelude // The Vocalist // The Guitarist // The Drummer

Warnings: Slightly suggestive but that’s it for this first part!

WC: 2.6k

Summary: The Cross Guild is the newest rock band to hit the music scene and it’s three controversial members need a manager. That’s where you come in.

Notes: Part 1/5 of the rock band cross guild au is here. Nothing spicy in this part this is all just getting to know The Boys but do not fret, everything else will be just so much smut. This part has some similarities to my other cross guild fic but after this it’ll be a whole lot different trust me!

When The Cross Guild dropped their first single the music industry got turned upside down. A band consisting of three musicians who had been kicked out of the music label giant- Marines.

The lead singer was Buggy. Labeled an ICP wannabe by haters and the best clown ever by fans the flashy vocalist aimed to get a strong reaction- good or bad. Even if his wild style wasn’t for you no one could deny he was talented, which is what kept him with Marines for so long despite his many many controversies. Wild parties, fraternizing with fans, throwing knives at haters- if there was something crazy you could come up with Buggy probably did it. But somehow he always came out on top. You thought his string of diving consequences was over once he got kicked from Marines for good and had his band taken away but clearly you were wrong.

The second member was the world renowned guitarist, Dracule Mihawk. If you ask anyone who the best guitarist in the world was chances are the answer will be this man. Years of skill and talent pour through his long pale fingers every time he is on stage. But he’s not on stage very often. Coming in and out of retirement at the pestering of Marines- some remnants of a contract made long long ago- he graces the stage maybe once a year, shows everyone he hasn’t lost any of his skill, and retreats to his remote mansion. No one is sure why he got fired from Marines, but it was the same time that Buggy (and, significantly less importantly, you) got let go.

The last member was someone no one even knew played an instrument- Crocodile. Crocodile was infamous in the music industry. He produced the hit band Baroque Works under the Marines label until it all came crumbling down. There are thousands of rumors about what happened but all of them say that Crocodile was, in some form, stealing money out from under the label for himself. Baroque Works was broken up and Crocodile was fired but no charges were ever pressed against him. No one had thought about him for years until he appeared suddenly as the drummer for The Cross Guild.

All three of them were large personalities and with a history of not being team players the fact that their first song was actually really damn good was surprising. You didn’t consider yourself a huge rock fan but you couldn’t help but play the song on repeat. The drum beat was hypnotizing, the guitar melody filled you with energy, and Buggy’s vocals had you humming along and dancing in your room.

It helped your enjoyment of their music that The Cross Guild’s mission statement of sorts was to stick it to Marines. All three had some sort of grudge with that label and you did to. Of course you hadn’t been high up at all- just an assistant manager to one of the smaller bands- but you got fired in the same massive wave that had gotten Buggy and Mihawk. You never did anything wrong and were dumped without any warning. Living on cheap ramen for months as you scraped by on savings until you found another job filled you with an anger that gurgled up every time you heard one of Marine’s bands on the radio. But now you were given some counter to that and for that you were grateful.

All that is to say, you were a fan. So when an email pops into your inbox from Daz Bonez, the assistant to Crocodile, you nearly dropped your phone. Then as you read you’re sure you’re having some sort of vivid hallucination because it is an offer to interview for the position of manager for The Cross Guild. You never worked with any of the members when you all worked at the same label so how people like them heard of you is beyond you. After checking a dozen times that no it was not some sort of scam email you replied.

A week later you were taking an elevator up a sleek high rise to meet with The Cross Guild. It took you the whole week to pick out an outfit and the entire morning you have been willing yourself not to throw up from sheer anxiety. When the elevator doors opened you took a deep breath and centered yourself. You could do this.

You walk up to a large desk with a man you recognize- Daz, Crocodiles assistant- sitting behind it. When you walk over he stands up and greets you.

“Glad you could make it. They’re waiting for you in here.” He goes over to a door to the right of his desk and you follow a few paces behind, watching the broad man open the door and gesture for you to enter. You slide past him with a polite smile and do your best not to look star struck when you see three rock stars waiting for you.

Crocodile sits behind a large sleek desk, lit cigar in one hand while his other prosthetic hand taps on the desk. He’s dressed in the kind of outfits you always saw him wearing at the office, layers of fine fabric underneath a large fur lined coat. You wonder if he would wear the same thing on stage, or if he would strip down a few layers but you quickly cut off that line of thinking before it went too far. Three chairs are lined up across from him, two of which are occupied by his band mates. Sitting is a loose term to describe what Buggy is doing in the leftmost chair- perched would be a better term. He’s the first to acknowledge you, waving a gloved hand as you approach. He’s wearing a slightly toned down version of his stage costume, you know he always is in some sort of clown get up but it’s one thing to know and another to see a man dressed as a clown in an office building. As you approach the middle you look to your right and see Dracule Mihawk. He has on his signature long leather coat and a float white shirt underneath. You try not to stare at his slender fingers interlaced with each other in his lap as you hover behind the middle chair, slightly afraid to make eye contact with any of them.

“You can sit.” Crocodile says less as a question and more as a demand. You immediately slipped into the seat, doing your best not to shrink under his gaze.

“You worked for a few years as an assistant talent manager at Marines, yes?” Crocodile looks over a folder as he speaks to you.

“Yes I worked with The Vices for three years and floated around between bands for two years before that.” You answer, finding your rhythm and sitting up a bit straighter.

“Everyone said you did good work but you were fired. Why is that?” Crocodile finally looks you in the eyes and you feel your heart rise up to your throat.

You have a prepared answer. Creative differences, life choices, and any other neutral excuse that anyone gives as to why they got fired. But in this room, with these men, something else ends up coming out. The truth.

“I got no respect, and when I demanded it I was let go in a large wave of lay offs that they did to get rid of anyone that ever disagreed with them, even if that person was right.” You say in one breath, scared that if you stopped you’d lose your will. One of Crocodile’s eyebrows raises slightly and you can see out of the corner of your eye Mihawk sit up a bit more.

“Seems you have some opinions on Marines that we agree with.” There’s a slight tilt to his voice now, one that sheers off some of the gruffness of his tone. “I can’t say I really expected you to be so upfront but it’s a welcome surprise.”

“Did I come off as quiet?” You ask genuinely.

“A bit. But mostly people are afraid to speak ill of such a powerful company.”

“Well, I figured among the three of you with the history you all have that I didn’t have to hold back.” You’ve hit your stride now, sitting up tall and keeping eye contact with Crocodile.

“We do hate those fuckers.” Comments Buggy from your left. When you turn your head to look at him he’s staring at you, head resting on a hand propped up on the armrest. You almost lose your nerve but there’s a certain sparkle in his eye that makes you less intimidated- like you can read his temperament so readily that you would know if this was going downhill.

“Well it’s experience like yours paired with a dislike of a certain label that would make you perfect for the job.” Crocodile’s words drag your attention back to him.

“And the job being your manager.” You can’t help but confirm, a voice in the back of your head still gnawing away at your confidence.

“Yes the manager for the band. I know you don’t have direct managerial experience but you worked for a rather large band so this shouldn’t be too far of a leap outside of your knowledge.”

“And- I’m sorry can I just ask- why me? I know we all have a shared work experience but like you said, I don’t have experience managing a band on my own. I have no doubts I can do this it’s just- with star power like yours I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something here.” You certainly don’t want to end up as just a stepping stone or a fall guy, no matter how good it would look on a resume.

“To be quite honest-“ Mihawk speaks up for the first time- “Its because no high profile manager wants to work with all three of us.”

Well.

That makes sense. Considering the strong personalities and countless scandals between the three of them it’s no wonder no one wants to try and wrangle one of them- let alone all of them. You should be feeling a sense of dread over all this information, over being offered an impossible task. But instead you feel a fire inside you. You’ve been told over and over again by others (and yourself) that you couldn’t make it in the music industry and now, faced with three men who could destroy what’s left of your career or skyrocket you to the top. You’re going to take the risk.

“Alright, what are the hours and pay?” You ask with a smile. Buggy claps beside you and Crocodile gives you a wicked smile. Suddenly you get this feeling of being sized up like prey by him and while it should fill you with nervousness you can’t deny the heat that forms in your stomach at his gaze.

What follows is a few hours of paperwork and negotiation that all accumulates in more hours of work than you wanted but more pay than you could have dreamed of. A fair trade in the end, you decide as you sign off the last bits of paper making you an official employee. Trying not to feel like you just signed your soul away to the devil himself you smile wide and promise to be in bright and early the next day.

The next few weeks of your life were pure chaos. A whirlwind of learning by failing as you wrangled the three biggest personalities you had ever worked with. All of them were demanding and arrogant and frustrating that within a few days you were on the verge of quitting. But you didn’t. You buckled down, learned how each of them worked, and after a while got into a rhythm.

Make sure Buggy has enough attention and things to do so he doesn’t go searching for trouble. Make sure the music is up to Mihawk’s difficulty standards and keep the press away. And as long as all of the paperwork was turned into Crocodile on time you wouldn’t have any issues with him. It was hard work. You’d go home at crazy hours exhausted and get up way too early to start it all over again but you have to admit the work fulfilled you. You’ve been making decisions and leading in a way no job has ever let you before and you were doing a damn good job at it. And after a while those demanding, arrogant, frustrating men began to grow on you.

Buggy was fun to be around when he wasn’t whining. He helped you with press and made statements whenever you asked. Once you all got on a schedule he even stopped getting into drama, surprising everyone. Well, most drama. You didn’t miss the way his eyes would trail down your body or the way his hands would linger on you for a bit too long. A glare or two would shut him down for the moment but you found yourself not really hating it- and Buggy could probably tell. It wasn’t something you let yourself dwell on though. Buggy had quite the reputation for sleeping around so it wasn’t like you were something special.

Mihawk had been a difficult man to crack. It was hard to give him any direction at first, the man was surprisingly lazy when he wanted to be. But then you realized it was because there wasn’t anything interesting to him most days. He was a man at the top of his field so you worked hard to get producers who would give him music that at least engaged him and then he began to open up. You found out his love for old wine and even older books. You saw his soft spot for his personal assistant and wardrobe specialist, Perona. You found yourself having long, thoughtful conversations about the music industry late into the night. There was a sense of pride that you had for how close you’ve been able to get with the man- but not too close. You were a professional.

Crocodile was the most interesting one. He was the least into the music, you learned early on being a part of the band was a means to an end for him. But that didn’t stop him from being talented. You would catch him drumming on his desk while he worked, complicated rhythms mindlessly and effortlessly played. You made sure every bit of paperwork was always in order and ran every big picture idea through him. Buggy may be the vocalist- but Crocodile was the leader. It wasn’t often you got any sort of praise or even acknowledgment from the man but when you did you couldn’t help the way your stomached tumbled over itself. You’d have to stamp down those stupid feelings every once in a while, because when you’d let them linger they’d follow you home and into bed.

It was fine though, to indulge occasionally. When it was just you alone in your apartment you could fantasize that one of those men would pull you aside and take you home with them. Imagining Buggy’s mouth on you- Mihawk’s long fingers in you- or how Crocodile’s large body would feel caging you in.

It was fine because it was never going to happen. They were rockstars and you were just their manager. You would never sleep with any of them.

That is until you ended up sleeping with all of them.

[popatochisssp]

Would it be too much to ask what kind of jobs the new skeles might have since you already shared bram would be a groundskeeper at a cemetery?

Looks like I never officially did this one for Wave 2, just Wave 1 over here.

So, while we’re at it, let's do 2 and 3!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): He’s semi-unemployed, or self-employed depending on how you look at it. He busks, playing his trombone out on the street and accepting donations from anyone who feels so inclined. He likes playing music and the idea of brightening peoples’ days in the middle of their commute, so the money doesn’t really matter to him. Sometimes he picks up small gigs at local venues, mostly by word of mouth, and eventually he breaks into the tutoring scene—teaching his favorite instrument to young aspiring musicians who find the same joy in it that he does.

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): He works as a professor at the local community college, teaching anthropology. He’s passionate about the subject and can’t think of anything he’d rather do than share it with a classroom of humans who probably have no idea how interesting they really are. If only one student walked away from his class with a new appreciation for what humanity’s all about then he’s fulfilled—but he tends to send a lot more away with that than just one, since he’s a very popular, friendly, and accessible teacher.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): He’s self-employed, knitting blankets at home and selling them online. He doesn’t need a job at all, between the Queen and his brother, money’s not an issue, but he’d go crazy if he didn’t have something to do all day, and nobody wants to see what he looks like when he goes crazy. He takes commissions often, but other times he just makes things according to whatever he’s feeling and what color yarn he has handy and sells to whoever feels like buying it.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): He works as a physical therapist. He more or less taught himself to walk again after losing his leg, and a second time after getting a replacement, so he very personally understands the need that exists for people who are injured and want to get back to their normal life—but maybe lack the discipline, the knowledge, or the tools to take that journey solo. He’s hard on his patients and sadistically merciless, but his success rate in terms of mobility recovered is very high and any complaints after the fact are begrudging at worst.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He’s a home baker, making cakes and small pastries for a small but growing client base. He likes the freedom of getting to pursue his passions seriously and to be his own boss, set his own hours, screen his own clients, et cetera. He puts a lot of time and care into what he makes, both in terms of flavor and decoration, and finds nothing quite so satisfying as a repeat customer or a glowing review and recommendation to someone new.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Freelance programming is what he does for cash. It was something he could both learn how to do and actually do remotely, without the need for more than the bare minimum of in-person contact. He likes problem-solving, and complaining about the problem-solving, and the field is pretty much always in demand so if he’s bored of certain kinds of jobs, or sick of the person giving him the jobs, he can jump ship at any time and be a contractor someplace else.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): He’s a boxer, more amateur than pro so he doesn’t make a ton doing it, at least not consistently, but he likes fighting and draws in a decent crowd by being a bit of a spectacle (a blind skeleton in the ring) so the entertainment value is worth something. Aside from that, eventually, he fills in for his brother as a combination business partner/agent/accountant, helping him get jobs and keep clients and manage the money he makes doing so.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He’s unemployed for a long while, but ultimately breaks into professional photography, with a specialty in travel photographs. He likes taking pictures and getting to see the world in the process, and it helps that it’s a family business so he and his brother have pretty much full control over what jobs he takes and for how much. He doesn’t really concern himself with the money numbers, though, he just likes filling out his portfolio with gorgeous locales all around the world.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): He does a lot of odd jobs, all over the place, generally (things that are considered) unskilled labor—bussing tables, janitorial work, desk clerking, that kind of thing. He doesn’t like the thought of getting too stuck into any one thing and being unable to try something else out later if it doesn’t work out, and there’s something to be said for the satisfaction of being closely connected to the results of your labor. Sometime down the line he will end up sticking in one career, as a dealer for a casino, because it combines his social, charming nature with his sharp eye and quick hands, but until then he’s happy to bounce around.

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): He’s a bookkeeper at a nondescript company. He’s organized and thorough with record-keeping and double-checking data, and he likes putting those skills to use to make sure his employer’s finances and transactions all balance out at the end of the day. Some might find it boring work and he could almost certainly qualify for a much more ‘prestigious’ job doing something else, but he’s satisfied having a job that doesn’t require all of his effort and brainpower, so he can save some of that for his personal life and private interests.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): He’s a nomad, a wanderer, he has no job. He’s a robot in the shape of a monster—ostensibly still a monster, even so—in a world full of humans that as yet believe monsters don’t exist, so even if he wanted a job, getting one would be logistically difficult. Luckily, he feels no special need to be gainfully employed and just spends his time wandering around and taking in the world. If he needs something, he’ll either just take it or use one of his brother’s accounts to pay for it.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): He’s a performer, a disc jockey who mixes, makes, and plays music to crowds at clubs, raves, and discos, anywhere he’s welcome. He takes advantage of the perception of his holographic form as an artist’s gimmick, like Daft Punk, Hatsune Miku, dead musicians projected onto stages to play posthumously… In his defense, that last one is sort of exactly what he is, except he didn’t really start making music until after he died. Still, he has fun doing it and adores the fame he’s steadily gaining as a popular, cutting-edge technology music act.

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): He does aura readings for people. For those interested to know, he shares his perception of their colors and the flow of energy in and around them, and just generally describes the sense he gets about a person. What he does is really more of a soul read than an aura read, so a lot of the color meanings and terminology he uses contrast with the kind of readings his clients may get from humans who practice something a little bit different. Still, he’s earnest in his desire to help people understand themselves and their energies and emotions, so he gets a lot of recommendations and repeat clientele who trust he’s the real deal.

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): He works as an event planner, organizing gatherings, arranging vendors, booking venues, the whole nine. He has a great reputation for making things go smoothly and always seems to be able to talk out bumps and snags before they ever become a major problem. He also maintains great relationships with people in the industry and delights in having connections just about everywhere in case he needs to call on a favor to make something happen for a client. He's got the magic touch and the silver (gold) tongue that makes everything fall into place just so.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): He works as a clerk at a pawn shop. He gets to handle a lot of interesting items and assess roughly how much they’d be worth, and he’s pretty good at haggling and negotiating with people who might not agree with said assessments. Sometimes people will come in with broken stuff they wouldn’t be able to get too much for, but maybe he can cut ‘em a deal, fix it up on his own dime and if they come back for it, great—and if they don’t, his boss’ll be happy to have something that works to sell to somebody else at a markup, how ‘bout it? He does a brisk business and both sides of the counter love him.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): He’s in construction. He’s huge, strong, takes direction well, and diligently follows rules and protocols—he’s an ideal fit for it. He likes to work hard and be able to see a job come together, knowing he had a part in it and being satisfied with the quality of his contribution. He especially likes to take every safety training and equipment certification course he can attend because he likes knowing what the rules are and being specifically told how certain procedures are run, machines operated, et cetera. He’s very likely to be apprenticed in as a foreman if not the inheritor someday of the construction business by its current owner for his work ethic and dedication, but that’ll be a long ways from now.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): He works as an independent auditor and combs through companies’ records, internal and external documentation, processes, and accounting and ensures everything is being done in accordance with industry standards. In short, he shows up, demands to see everything they have, and looks through it to see if they’ve lied, did something wrong, or lost information they weren’t supposed to. Sometimes he can do this remotely but other times he has to travel out to a physical office somewhere and sit down with a bunch of stuffed file cabinets, and he really doesn’t mind either way. He likes the work and he’s good at it—maybe because he’s good at it—and he finds it satisfying to catch the tiniest little misses and errors to demand an accounting of them.

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): He’s a trail maintenance worker for Ebott National Park. He walks the paths and hiking trails and makes sure they’re safe and unobstructed for visitors, as well as whatever odd jobs in the area that happen to come up—looking out for invasive species, helping with a bench install, directing lost tourists, that kinda thing. It’s not especially glamorous work but it’s pretty much exactly where he wants to be and he’s happy to do it, probably wouldn’t pick any other job in the world…except maybe to volunteer for a seasonal fire-watch position and do pretty much the exact same thing, but more isolated and with a big cool tower to sit in.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): He works as a mortician at a local funeral home. He generally isn’t expected (read: allowed) to deal with grieving families, that’s more the funeral director’s purview, but he works behind the scenes embalming, processing, and otherwise preparing the dead for their final party and last ride home. He has a strong stomach—or rather, no stomach at all—and doesn’t get squeamish or emotional about the dead, so that works out. They also let him work nights so he has several long, quiet hours of methodically going through the routine with no (living) humans around to irritate him or vice-versa. Sounds like a good gig to him.

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): Yes, still a groundskeeper for the cemetery and loving it. It was something he kind of fell into through his brother, when he didn’t really know what he wanted to do on the Surface, but his brother sends dead humans off to their final resting place and said final resting place was looking for someone to dig holes, mind the grass, keep everything looking neat and nice—and that’s certainly something he can do! He also works nights, being that monsters are almost entirely nocturnal these days, so he’s also an unintentional scarecrow deterrent to teenagers sneaking in late for partying or spooky dares when they see a slim, bony silhouette materialize out of the shadows with a shovel in hand, asking if they’re just visiting or thinking about moving in.…

[disparition]

A note on the most recent episode of Welcome to Night Vale, #230

This episode was, I believe, the 11th anniversary of the show. This means it was about ten years ago I was on vacation in Wales with my wife, where I wrote the albums Madoc and Taran Wanderer. It was while on this trip - knowing I was about to lose my day job at a rapidly sinking book publisher - that I first received a communication from a fan in Brazil asking for my permission to use music in a Portuguese “fan translation” of the podcast. The fact that the show had reached so far away and inspired people to translate it was, in retrospect, one of the first signs of what was to come, which ended up completely changing my life. But at the time I simply thought it was neat and moved on, and we spent days tromping through sheep pastures looking at cairns and standing stones in a remote corner of Ynys Mon. While doing so, we encountered a rusty old farm gate that sang a particularly haunting song as it opened and closed, which I recorded. I thought it would be cool to use that sound in this season finale episode, and so it’s what I used (well, a small fragment of it) to play a new version of the main theme music. I thought the sound ending up working well atmospherically with the episode as well.

If you’d like to use that sound yourself, you can grab it here: https://freesound.org/people/earwicker23/sounds/193712/

Also, I’m not going to spoil the plot of the episode but it concludes in a rather dramatic fashion and required a specific sound design element. I’ll admit it had me stumped for a few days, but here’s what I did. I had a canvas sack filled with a few ice packs that had melted, effectively they were just little plastic pouches of water. I dropped this from a height of about eight feet, landing 1.5 feet from the microphone (an sm58). That’s source one. Source two was a ziploc bag filled with a mix of wet and dry cheerios, plus an egg, crushed by foot. The two sources were each slowed down very slightly and then combined, with the first source somewhat louder. So there you go, in case you ever need to do… that.

[panlight]

What do you think the Denali Coven were like as humans, their interests or hobbies, or maybe do as a career? (Kate probably does martial arts or self-defense, Tanya could work in art, Eleazar in business, etc etc. They got that big mountain home somehow)

I'm skeptical of them having careers in the present day, given that they seem to have been staying in the same place since at least the 1930s. I guess now they could be doing some sort of remote work? Maybe in the past they wrote books or articles under pseudonyms, or just picked up odd jobs here and there. Or the sisters just had their boyfriends buy them things and pay for stuff?

(And I DO wonder about their house because Denali is a national park. Are they paying the government off to let them keep staying there? Is it so remote the government doesn't know about it? SM seems to suggest they live literally ON the mountain.)

As a human Kate seemed to be into martial arts and physical fitness, having served as a bodyguard of sorts to what amounted to a princess. I think she and Emmett would have had fun over the years testing the limits of vampire abilities. Maybe she does workout videos online.

Irina was from a small farming community, I imagine she had a quieter, more peaceful human life than Kate. Maybe she still likes to grow things? An Alaskan mountain cabin is not like, the most ideal place for a garden. Maybe she keeps an indoor herb garden? Or they are hiding a big greenhouse on the mountain too, lol.

I've imagined that Tanya was possibly from a more well-to-do background; Sasha was her great-aunt and had been watching over the family which makes me think the family was prosperous in some way. Maybe they were skilled craftspeople or involved in local government. We don't really get a sense of what Tanya's hobbies are (other than romantic pursuits), but she seems cultured and sophisticated, while still also fun. Keep thinking of her cannonball into the snow. Maybe becoming a vampire gave her freedom from the expectations of her family/society and that's part of the reason she so was so devoted to Sasha. She didn't feel like she robbed her of her human life, but that she gave her freedom from it. But I do like to think she is maybe into some sort of craft; maybe she remembers ancient weaving or ceramic techniques and sells them at craft fairs and on Etsy.

Eleazar seems like a scholarly sort, and Carmen gives musical vibes, although that might be because of the actress who played her in the movies. In my mind she sings, plays several instruments, dances. Eleazar enjoys these things too, but he is the harmony to her melody; he supports her, but it's her passion. Maybe she was a street musician when they met. Her siren song lured him away from the Volturi. I think Eleazar is like Aro and Carlisle, very curious, wants to learn and study, but perhaps more about history and culture than Carlisle's science/medicine angle.

[shou-jpeg]

Wrong Phone AU ? 👀 (For the WIPs game)

Hello, Lori!

This one is one I'm actually super excited to dig my teeth into once I have the time. The plan is for it to be somewhat similar to how I did Back on the Beat except AO3 based only and no animation, only still pics. Perhaps more comic - I'm still in the writing and planning stage so I haven't fully figured out the viduals yet.

Here is a little excerpt of the beginning! These are texts to Porsche from Chay.

Hi Hia I know you're away on your… suspiciously well paying remote island bartending job… and don't have good phone service. But I have a crazy story to tell you that you can read when you have access to your phone again! So I met a guy. He's… Amazing.  Really handsome and into all the same things I am.  And he's a musician! He's also maybe involved in… remote island bartending work… Or something along those lines. Okay so I'll start with how we met…  cos it's a little… So a few months ago I'm at a bar with Ohm [Chay chatting at a bar, Kim is viewable sitting with his back to him, talking to someone probably Big] And Ohms friend messages him that she can get us into this crazy exclusive club, but we have to go straight away. [Pic of Chay same angle, looking at ohms phone with wide eyes as Ohm talks excitedly. Kim behind him looks like he's getting into it with whoever he's talking to]. And so we leave in a rush and I grab my phone… [Two phones next to each other, identical, Chay grabs the one on the right furthest from him]  But I accidentally grabbed the wrong phone. -break- His phone was right next to mine, Hia! Same case and everything. There was no other phone there when I put it down he should be more careful. Anyway  So I grabbed the wrong phone and I don't realise until we are already at the club and waiting outside for Ohms friend to come get us. And I'm like  (Move into proper comic panels??) [“This isn't my phone” - to Ohm “What do you mean” “I accidentally grabbed the wrong phone” “Are you sure? That's the guy you like, isn't it?” “Yeah but the picture I have as my lock screen is from his most recent photoshoot, this is an older one from last month. The phone's owner is probably also a fan.” “Uhh okay. Maybe you can call your phone? If the other person has it?” “Oh that's a good idea. Umm… shit, it's password protected” “Try 1234. 5476? 8893” “Great now it's timed out. Maybe I should just go back to the bar… I can't afford a new phone and this person is probably looking everywhere for theirs…” “Chay no. If you leave now, Mouse might not be able to get you in later. She can only get us in while her boyfriend is on shift.” “It's okay, I'll just message you later… or I'll call you from a payphone if I can't get my phone back…” “Okay fine... Good luck.”]

WIPs game

[sameschmidtdiffname]

So Panem is set in the future, right? Meaning our current American society is the history behind Panem.

So, hypothetically, not that I've been thinking about this, it would theoretically be possible that there are certain things in our society that would be persevered, and therefore consumable for the people of Panem.

And if a certain Peeta Mellark was married to a certain Katniss Everdeen, who both seem to have a love/appreciation for music, were to be discussing interesting things they read about the previous country's pop culture to a certain Effie Trinket, it would not at all be impossible that they could get on the subject of old, classic musicians that were incredibly popular in their time, and thus were historically preserved for future enjoyment and such.

Now, I'd imagine things such as devices for music would only be available to the Capitol after The Dark Days until after Mockingjay, when the country is once again united and it's now easy to get whatever wherever so long as you put down an order to come on the next shipment to your District.

So overall... hypothetically... it could be possible for Katniss and Peeta to slowly develop into vinyl collectors post-canon. With probably way too big of a collection because hey, they have the room, and there's so much available to order in the catalogs Effie keeps subscribing them to, and there's just something nice about the things. What, with the maintenance, the calming sound of an old vinyl with pops and snaps or the sharp clarity of a new, clean press.

Or, OR, not that I've thought about this either. Would it be possible that when Peeta disappears into his room on the train back to 12 after the first Hunger Games, at some point Effie realizes he's isolating and goes to check on him. Partially as her job, partially because Effie genuinely cares about why he's upset. And Peeta being a freshly traumatized 16 year old kid who just lost his leg and is now experiencing his first relationship + hearbreak all at once let's Effie in because he wants some sort of motherly figure right now, and since Haymitch knew about the fake relationship, Effie is probably gonna find out soon enough if she doesn't know already. So he's just sobbing on the bed, pouring out his whole lovesick and raw heart to Effie while she just strokes his back and tries to calm him. And knowing Effie, she's slowly reaching over to a remote to program some radio in the room to some fitting music, promising it'll all be alright, and you know, there's some very beautiful, retro music that is very fitting for times like this. Would you like to hear some? Let's just try it, just for fun, hmm?

Long story short, Peeta already has a head start on his and Katniss's combined vinyl collection from when Effie was his dealer for Taylor Swift music before the war.

(Post canon his favorite song is 'State of Grace' Acoustic Version, but during Catching Fire?? That boy was BLARING 'illicit affairs' so much Haymitch gets 'nam flashbacks when Peeta lets it play one day while he cleans with the window open, making Haymitch storm out of his house, screaming at him to "shut that shit off!" And confusing the entire District as he begs Peeta to "not make me live through this again," and "whatever she did it wasn't worth this." Peeta has no fucking clue what he's talking about since a lot of memories were lost or muddled due to the hijacking until Effie gently reminds him. After that, there's a in no way shape or form small list of songs that Peeta is banned from playing within earshot of a even semi-conscious Haymitch. All is well again until Katniss discovers Hoizer.)

[writersdare]

Hold Me Tight | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Luke has been plagued by nightmares, but Y/N was always there for him.

Warning: hurt/comfort, nightmares

Word Count: 1 097

Author’s Note: Having trouble sleeping for months in the recent past, I decided to let it go in a little story. Hopefully you’ll like this one. Requests are open ♡

There was some magic in traveling by bus, even though it could be rather tiring, too. Y/N never really joined the band on tour before, as she had a job in LA, and the girl just couldn’t put her work aside and have carefree time with the guys. Yet, the things have changed after the marriage, both Luke and Y/N realized they didn’t want to be away from each other for that long again, the distance was killing, and they needed to find a compromise. Lu, obviously, couldn’t just stay in the US and perform from home (2020 would still give everyone chills), but Y/N finally got an opportunity to work remote, and it gave her a chance to change the open plan office to something she preferred more. She’d still have zoom calls time to time and her working schedule could be a mess, but it was much better, as she could be next to her husband. Luke was really happy, and during the tour he’d always make sure how his girl was and if she had enough rest before taking on another project she was given.

The first week of touring was chaotic, it was almost always loud in the bus, so Y/N definitely had to get used to her new style of life. It got easier as the weeks went by. She’d work in the mornings and during the guys’ rehearsals, sometimes she’d have to work during their performances, too, but most of the time by the end of the days she was free and could enjoy the concerts. Funny, but even though the shows would get repetitive, Y/N would enjoy each time, as if it was always new experience. It was to some extent, each show was still different, a lot depended on a crowd and the energy it was giving.

Usually, the guys couldn’t sleep for hours after performing live, the adrenalin would still rush in their veins, but with time tiredness would take over, and everyone would fall asleep as soon as they went to bunk beds. It was trickier if the band was in a completely different time zone and experienced jet lag, but luckily, they’ve already passed that stage.  

For some reason, though, it didn’t stop Luke from having troubles sleeping past few days. He’d fall asleep right after his head would touch a pillow, yet, three days in a row he was waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares. They were bizarre and didn’t make any sense, but in the morning the guy would feel tired and sleepy. Sometimes he’d dream about something more real, like losing his voice or getting lost in the woods, and an unpleasant feeling wouldn’t leave him during the whole day until he’d play a show. 

Around 2 a.m. Y/N woke up, hearing Luke suffering from a bad dream once again. He was shaking his head harshly from side to side, mumbling and whining something. It was scaring Y/N, as if she could feel the fear Luke was experiencing at that moment. Focusing on the guy’s face and adjusting to the darkness, the girl hurried up to leave her bunk and kneel beside him. The bunks were too small to fit them both, which was a shame, they missed sleeping in the same bed, but at least their bottom bunks were next to each other.

“Hey, baby, wake up,” Y/N whispered, gently shaking the guy’s shoulder, trying to save him from the nightmare. “Luke, it’s just a dream, it’s alright, wake up, baby.”

As he opened the eyes, the musician started to breath harshly, as if there was not enough air in the lungs all of a sudden.

“Shh, that’s okay. That’s okay, it’s me. It was just a dream.”

Luke had to make an effort to get his normal breath back and realize it was just a dream, indeed. Focusing the eyes on a ceiling, the guy reached Y/N’s hand on his shoulder and sighed heavily. He squeezed her palm, remembering the horrors he saw just a minute ago, and left a short kiss on her fingers.

“Another one?” she simply asked and carefully lied next to Luke, as much as it was possible.

He only nodded at the question and rested a head on her shoulder.

“I feel like I’m going crazy,” Luke whispered, thinking that before going to bed he was getting scared already in advance.

“You are not,” Y/N whispered back. “You just exhausted yourself with work and brain seeks for a rest.”

“In nightmares?” he chuckled, not being convinced. “None of the guys are having it, just me. I mean, thanks god,” Luke shook his head. “But it’s not just me who is working hard.”

“Stop comparing yourself to others, huh?” Y/N gently hugged her husband and left a short kiss on a forehead. “It’ll be alright. Just a week left, and you’ll be back home,” the girl stroked his hair and started to leave short kisses on his face. It was calming him down little by little. 

“Stay here, okay?” Luke asked.

“Of course,” Y/N smiled and pulled him closer to herself.

When Y/N had a bad dream, Luke used to hold her tight and sing a little lullaby about a knight who was guarding her while she was asleep. That night, though, Y/N was Luke’s knight.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, realizing she was awake because of him.

“Don’t be silly, it’s alright,” she hurried up to reassure, enjoying that little intimacy between them. It was very simple and pure, and the girl liked that. Even though she’d, of course, prefer the situation to be different. Y/N hopped the nightmares would stop bothering him soon, though, he wasn’t alright...

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll be here, next to you, and won’t fall asleep before you,” Y/N promised, stroking his hair once again.

Luke could feel slightly awkward and maybe even embarrassed to show his fear and weakness, but his girl always knew how to fix that. How exactly to tell or show it was normal to experience such emotions. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered back and buried the face in her neck, sensing a peach shower gel and a bit of perfume he got her last month. 

The girl left a short kiss on the top of his head and closed the eyes, hoping her boy would finally have a proper sleep and rest. She’d be very quiet, listening to his even breathing, and as the girl realized he was sleeping calmly, Y/N fell asleep, too, holding Luke in her arms tight.

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[darlin-djarin]

Hiya! I've been lowkey stalking ur blog for the last few weeks bcs i recently got rllllllly into dinluke and saw ur recent post about fic, so now I'm wondering if you have any reccs (dinluke ofc)?! I like ur content and read ur tags so I'd say our taste in fic probably overlaps. Hope you have a nice day!! 🌻

hey!! and yeah i’ve got a few fics that i think a lot of dinlukers might like

first let me link @transmascskywalker's list because that’s where i started out originally!!

now as for my fic recs~

some of these fics might overlap, i’m just putting down the ones i loved most. i’m sure i’ve read tons more but these are the ones i found that you can busy yourself with :)

The Storm by shirozora

Din Djarin needs a new ship.

Greef Karga makes him a deal - do some work for the guild and he'll get a brand new gunship. One such job takes him to a planet with a volatile storm system to track down a double-crossing bounty hunter. What he doesn't know is that the bounty hunter is there to loot an ancient Jedi temple. What neither of them know is that someone else is also on the planet searching for the temple.

And then the storm rolls in.

in-universe

sfw

multichapter/parts

my comfort fic btw ^^ i’ve read it so many times

Mystery Man by snapdragonpop007

Luke is seeing someone, apparently.

And really, it’s none of Anakin’s business.

Really.

modern au

sfw

multichapter/parts

one of the best, funniest fics i’ve ever read ^^

Unfold by SilverScriptings

Han can’t help but be suspicious of a certain Mandalorian who’s been spending an awful lot of time at the Jedi Temple…

in-universe

sfw

multichapter/parts

A Little Farther Down the Line by Chromat1cs

Austin, Texas, 1973. Din Djarin plays the guitar, worries about his kid, and runs aimlessly from a past that pulled the roof down around his ears. When a stunningly-talented duo of up-and-coming performers turns Din’s plans of being a simple session musician clear on their head, Din must decide between the safety of mundanity or the unlooked-at thrill of following his heart lest the tape run out on this track of his life before he’s through recording it.

modern (1970’s) au

nsfw

multichapter

the warmest bed i’ve ever known by ceedawks

pre-original series, din djarin is injured on a remote planet and found by an incessantly chatty farm boy named luke skywalker || i won't ask you to wait, if you don't ask me to stay || aka "making out with hot farm boys doesn't count as breaking the creed if he's blindfolded during it".

pre-ANH/meet on tatooine au (in-universe)

nsfw

multichapter

We Two Scorched the Earth by annathaema (moony)

That left Luke with a much bigger problem: The Sand People knew he was here, they’d likely sabotaged or stolen the speeder by now, and he was stranded in a cave with nothing but a rifle with three rounds left, a survival pack good for only a couple of days, and no transport home. Great. Luke leaned against the wall of the cave and tipped his head back, thumping the back of it against the stone over and over. He closed his eyes and wished for rescue.

Someone groaned.

pre-ANH/meet on tatooine au (in-universe)

nsfw

oneshot

Never leaving well enough alone by DarkIsRising

or Five Times Din and Luke Met (and one time they never parted)

He’s drunk, and he isn’t quite sure how that happened. That’s not true, Luke does remember vaguely how it happened, more or less, and it all started with Han.

in-universe

nsfw

multichapter

Yoda’s Academy for Li’l Padawans by MissDinahDarling

Being a new student is hard.

Being a new student whilst your socially awkward father avoids the school at all costs and your new teacher pines uselessly over a man he’s never met before is even worse.

But by god, Grogu is gonna get through this.

modern au

sfw

multichapter

Just Like Heaven by Kushana

At first, he watches.

Then, he touches.

in-universe

sfw (both aroace ^^)

oneshot

Romance As a Series of Debacles by The SexierEvilerCora

Han stumbles on a golden opportunity to make life difficult for Boba Fett, and drags Luke along as backup to crash a Mandalorian party.

Things do not go as planned for anyone involved.

modern au

nsfw

it’s unfinished with only one chapter but it’s still worth the read

Honey Lemon Popsicle by coffeecatsme

“Good morning,” Luke chirps, not even looking up from the stove, “my honey bunches of oats.”

Din blinks several times, trying to get his muscles to unfreeze, and opens his mouth.

Then closes it.

Then opens it again. “What did you just call me?”

5 times Luke calls Din increasingly weird pet names, and 1 time he finds out Din likes it.

modern au

sfw

oneshot

Restraint and Relaxation by Aureutr_Accoredge

Queen Amidala is sick of watching her son run himself ragged for every good cause he finds. When he collapses at his sister's engagement gala, it is the last straw.

Luke balks, so she summons one of her Mandalorian Knights to take him to the family's lakeside villa to make him rest.

By any means necessary

in-universe

nsfw

oneshot (v good ^^)

these are all the ones i recommend for now! i’ve read other really good fics, but these ones ^^ are the ones i’ve found myself return to at least one way or the other.

please let me know if you're looking for something more specific as well!! i'll do my best to find something for your tastes

[ilovedig]

The Beatles weren’t particularly known for their blue jeans—the suits and boots and haircuts loom larger in the popular imagination. But they did contribute a few poetic lines to denim’s rich cultural history. Ringo Starr shares with me one example in particular, when the Fab Four strolled across Abbey Road. Ringo, John, and a shoeless Paul wore suits, while George brought up the rear in a dark denim shirt and groovy flared jeans. The composition was impromptu. “That’s what we put on that day,” the Beatles rhythm man says with a shrug. “Paul looked like he was looking for a job,” he says, laughing. But denim--clad George? “George,” he says, “was just cool.”

What emerged in the studio is a portrait of the wide world of denim, a fabric that’s both classic and always ripe for reinvention, that’s both universal and deeply personal. Looking at the pale vintage Tom Ford–era Gucci jeans Starr wore for his portrait, he says he’s reminded of the indigo uniform of his youth, when he was a boy in Liverpool wearing jeans to the factory and the Cavern Club. “Well, now it’s fashionable,” he says. “So I’ve got to go back to the closet and get the old ones out.”

Coming off the Beatles’ first UK number one hit since 1969 with “Now and Then”—“I was FaceTiming Paul the other day and we said, number one, brother, yeah! Fifty-four years since the last time!”—Starr isn’t ready to hang up his drumsticks. Far from it: He’s got a couple EPs coming out in the spring, another in the works with T Bone Burnett, plus a tour with his All-Starr Band on the horizon. Starr says he just can’t quit the feeling of jamming with his fellow musicians. “I love being in a band,”he says. “If you can play a piano, a guitar, anything, I’ll play with you all night.”

This man does not look 83, not even remotely.

Also, is it just me or does he look like he's on his way to a gay club?

Haven't seen Ringo wear anything but sweats or joggers in a long time but he's still got it.

I mean between the rainbow peace sign and the pose, it's just all so very gay.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First.

part 4.

Zoe managed to find her bearings, call an uber, and get home in one piece.

It was early afternoon by the time she got out of the shower. She took an extra long shower, staying under the hot water longer than usual. Nothing could make her feel clean enough after the night she had.

She stepped out and into a fluffy towel, and wrapped her hair up in a 2nd towel. She Ordered Chinese off UberEats, put lotion on her legs and put on the baggiest pair of sweatpants she owned. She pulled on an old Columbia T-Shirt, and started combing her hair. She made her way into the living room, lit a candle and grabbed her laptop and recorder. She placed them on the cushion next to her and grabbed her phone and her charger, setting up camp in the living room. By then, she received a notification her food had arrived. She settled back onto the couch with her laptop in her lap and a plate of chicken and broccoli on the coffee table in front of her. She pressed play on the recorder and took a deep breath.

Let's begin.

5 hours later, she was done.

She was proofreading for the 10th time, making sure everything was perfect. Believe it or not, she had a lot of material on her recorder. After a drink or two, he really opened up and became comfortable talking with her. He let his guard down and was candid, talking about his hesitations with taking certain jobs and his struggles adjusting to life under a microscope.

It was hard for Zoe to listen to, as what she heard on the tape recorder was not the asshole she woke up next to. The man on the recorder was just that; a man who had a very public job, but also had fears, concerns, hobbies, a family, etc. He was human. She learned about the man Cillian Murphy, Irish native who was a failed musician. Who likes to pour jalapenos on top of his popcorn. Who reads poetry in his spare time. And isn't that what Zoe went into journalism for? To learn and connect with people?

Zoe sighed and saved the doc and attached it to an email to her editor. Holding her breath, she typed a quick "Cillian Murphy Piece" in the subject line, and clicked send.

She exhaled. Done.

She rolled her neck, normally she would treat herself to a beer but her stomach churned at the thought. She grabbed her remote and turned on Netflix and selected Suits, picking up where she left off.

She took a bite of her food, now cold.

Ok, so maybe I slept with Cillian Murphy, She thought. Best case is, no one will ever believe it. Worst case is, people saw. and they do believe it.

"My life is a fucking joke" Zoe said out loud, to absolutely no one.

Zoe heard her phone go off, the notification she assigned for a new email.

Zoe assumed it was her editor confirming receipt of the email, like he usually does. However, she stared at her phone.

Something was nagging at her. An alarm went off in her head; this wasn't a confirmation. Her father always said trust your gut, and her gut - although currently a little bloated and full of Chinese - was never wrong. This wasn't a confirmation email.

She opened her phone and sure enough she had an email from her boss with the subject line "Tomorrow"

Zoe,

Just got an email that concerns you - can we please meet at 10am tomorrow? Ms. Hannah Woods will be joining us from Elite.

Thanks,

Donna

Who the fuck is Hannah? Elite? Elite what?

Zoe loved her boss, but she was so vague. She had a habit of talking about people as if Zoe knew them.

Was Hannah an employee? She opened up linkedIn and typed in Hannah woods. Zoe found her page - Hannah was a publicist at Elite Talent.

Zoe closed out LinkedIn and opened up google and searched Elite Talent, finding their page. She poked around the website, and found a list of publicists and their contact info. She found Hannah's and clicked on her. It brought her to Hannah's own page on the Elite Talent website, her picture filling her computer screen along with a little blurb about herself. On the side, it had a list of clients that she managed. Zoe's heart dropped.

Hannah was Cillian's publicist.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He told his publicist. Zoe thought, heart beating out of her chest.

"is this because I insulted your stupid Guinness??" She groaned out loud, her head in her hands.

Zoe begrudgingly responded to Donna's email, saying she'll be there.

Zoe slammed her laptop shut, stood up, and made her way to the kitchen.

So much for not drinking" she said out loud, grabbing a beer.

tags: @lau219

[wangxianficrecs]

light and sound by Anonymous

light and sound

by Anonymous

E, 37k, series, wangxain

Summary (Part One): “Baba,” A-Yuan is saying, tugging happily on his father’s hand. “Wei-laoshi is here!” “Yes, I see.” Lan Wangji dips his head in Wei Ying’s direction, then begins to gently steer A-Yuan back into the house. “Let’s step aside so that he may come in. Wei Ying, thank you for making time in your schedule.” “Oh, it was no trouble,” Wei Ying says, waving a hand. It was: he had to rearrange two lessons with other students. “Really, I’m happy to do it.” He realizes he’s still kneeling on the porch, and clambers to his feet. “Besides, money is exchanged for goods and services, right? It’s your money! There’s no need to thank me.” Lan Wangji blinks. “I suppose… Yes. That is one way of phrasing it.” (Or: Wei Ying gets a commission, a tutoring job, and a crush.)

Summary (Part Two): Lan Zhan had known, right from the start, that he was fucked. Wei Ying had blown into his life like a hurricane. He was messy and loud and opinionated, too much and all at once. He was talented and smart and witty and beautiful, and Lan Zhan wanted to drown in it. (Was it possible to drown in a person?) (Or: food as a metaphor for love, five times Wei Ying cooks for Lan Zhan, and one time Lan Zhan cooks for him.)

Mojo's comments: This was sweet, with the timeless and well-loved Harlequin plot of the young art tutor and the wealthy, remote, single parent. It goes just as you would hope!

modern setting, single parent lan wangji, kid fic, mutual pining, misunderstandings, light angst, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, strangers to lovers, getting together, happy ending, blow jobs, musician lan wangji, artist wei wuxian, self-esteem issues, class differences, first kiss, first time, self-worth issues, love confessions

part two: food as a metaphor for love, 5+1 things, soft, fluff, marriage proposal, harlequin, the wei wuxian can cook agenda

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[sputnikcentury]

Incredibly basic job application advice

If you are trying to get a role where you will even remotely conceivably interact with talent (actors/voice actors, musicians, models, etc)

Please be fucking normal to talent on your public social media pages

If I am doing my basic due diligence as a hiring manager and find you tweeting 150,000 words of fanfiction @ a voice actor from the handle linked to your resume

You are not being normal to talent

[leopardom]

Tell us about the life you'd like to have?

this will probably be depressive

i don't know, i generally would like to be more at peace with myself and whatever comes my way instead of being a ball of depression and anxiety who's changed meds so many times in hopes of finally feeling remotely okay and yet those meds just... work for a few months until they don't anymore

i wish i hadn't got my bachelor's degree only last year. that i'd be done with my studies 3 years earlier (like i was initially supposed to). yes, covid happened the year i was supposed to graduate, but this didn't stop many of the students of my year. it did stop me though and it took so long to start again. i wish i was just a tiny bit smarter. i wish i would have done a master's by now and had moved abroad, because if anything, this shithole of a country is killing me

i wish i had a job that payed me enough and wouldn't evolve teaching kids. because this doesn't only trigger my anxiety, but it also makes me feel worthless whenever i realise that my students haven't understood something, which means that i haven't taught them properly and i can do better. but i just don't know what's better. i also wish i was a better musician, perhaps a performer even. but i've fucked up so many times whenever i've tried to play in front of people that now i'm afraid to even practice at home on my own so i don't practice at all. i don't even know if i deserve to call myself a musician anymore. i don't play, i don't write, i don't perform. so what? i feel like i've completely failed the only craft i've ever loved so much

i wish i wasn't as insecure as i am. that i wasn't feeling like i'm constantly annoying everyone around me and that people stick around with me out of pitty. instead of feeling like an extra even in my own life, i wish i could feel loved and appreciated not only on the highs but on the lows too. i wish i could be able to travel more, see more places, be more social and if not to make more friends then at least be able to interact with people easier. being more communicative is always helping someone's life. and that being said, i wish i would have developped some kind of romantic relationship with someone by now. because at age 27 i still have never been in a relationship with anyone and the older i get, the harded feels like to manage to get in a relationship (if i ever get in one to begin with)

this is gonna sound very stupid and very childish but... i wish i wasn't that fat and ugly. because i am. in the last 2-3 years i've put on ~35kg and i haven't managed to loose a single kilo. i'm only putting on more and more instead because i'm eating shit. i know this is my fault and every time i feed myself with all that junk food i feel guilty afterwards. the fact that i don't fit in most of my clothes (clothes that i liked and now i'm forced to wear stuff that make me look like a. ball with clothes) and the way i barely get any compliments on my appearance sure doesn't help. but i don't blame people for finding me ugly or letting me go unnoticed, it's my fault and i deserve it

i wish i wasn't feeling like i'm embarassing everyone of my close circle. i don't mean only my friends, but my parents too. i'm aware they know that i'm miserable and sad most of the time, i can see it in their faces and lately they even tell me how sad it makes them that i'm not feeling okay. and at the same time i wish they were not putting so much pressure in me, especially on the job part because they're pushing me to seek for teaching at schools even though they know very well that i don't like this and it would make me feel more miserable than i already am

i just... wish i was better than whatever i am now, that i was living a different life from whatever i'm living now. i had never imagined it to be this bad. i always hoped it would get better, i secretely still do, but it only gets worse. yeah i know there's a solution to this and it's called therapy and i've been through that and still going through it. but at this point not only i can barely afford it (especially now that i'm searching for a new therapist), but it also takes so many tries and so much time for it to actually work and i feel like i've lost all my good years already. so what's the point now?

[stereopticons]

get to know me, parts 1, 2, and 3 (or, way too much information about me all in one post)

Thanks for the tags, @hippolotamus (x2), @ramonaflow @jettestar @carolrain

last song: southern california wants to be western new york - dar williams

favorite color: red

currently watching: I've been rewatching boy meets world (as one does), almost done though, so I'm gonna have to figure out if I'm allowed to watch something new or not

last movie: I think Titanic because it was leaving Netflix again

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet!

relationship status: married

current obsession: the schitt's creek obsession is persistent and ongoing

last thing you googled: it was remote copywriter jobs but not for me lol

Nicknames: snapdragon, captain chaos, MJ

Zodiac: gemini

Height: extremely average

Fav music: this is a complicated question because I like so many things? I mean, if you've followed me for any length of time, you know I love the Mountain Goats and also musicals and Noah but also many things in between and beyond.

Followers: 300ish?

Following: that would require me to look and I don't wanna. it's somewhere between 200 and 300.

Do you get asks: sometimes, but mostly when I'm doing an ask game of some kind, other than my treasured Ghost Friend asks.

Amount of sleep: theoretically like 7 hours but I know I don't ever sleep straight through the night

What are you wearing: black nevermore academy shirt and purple plaid leggings

Dream job: i still dream about being a musician for broadway shows and/or owning a recording studio. and opening a bookstore/cafe.

Languages: English, I took AP German in HS and French in college and can fumble my way through reading those and basic Spanish and a little bit of Irish but I'm not good at speaking or listening. I also started learning Japanese on Duolingo.

Random facts: i love making weirdly specific playlists and if the mood strikes, i may make one for your weird interest. Some recent ones are songs about shipwrecks and fifty us states (now I want to make a canadian province one. tbd on that)

Aesthetic: cottagecore goth/recovering gifted-band-theater kid

1 Three ships: David/Patrick, Buddie, Alex/Henry

2 First ever ship: The first one I ever actively shipped was Mark/Roger from Rent

3 Last Song: case of you by k.d. lang

4 Last movie: still Titanic.

5 Currently reading: Still working on the second book in the The Raven Cycle (The Dream Thieves).

6 Currently watching: Still BMW.

7 Currently consuming: tea

8 Currently craving: A nap, a vacation, and some really good ramen

I am not tagging anyone because I'm very late, but if you too would like to overshare on the internet, please consider this your tag!