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rafesmuse · 2 years

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talented hands — e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, cursing, dirty talk, praising

word count: 1.4k

summary: eddie is a talented guitar player, but you’re curious to know what else he can do with those fingers.

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“Should I play a little song for my favourite girl?” Eddie asked, smiling as he reached for his guitar on the wall. You nodded enthusiastically, always enthralled whenever he would play you some music.

You and Eddie had only been dating for a few weeks now after he asked you out. He had finally gathered the courage, given that he had a crush on you for a long time. God, the moment you said yes, Eddie was the happiest man on earth— and still is. That man is smitten with you no matter what you do.

Although the two of you were perfectly satisfied with the relationship and with each other, you hadn’t done anything intimate yet. Yes, you occasionally made out with your hands all over each other’s bodies, but that was about it. You opted to take it easy this time because of your previous relationship experiences. You wanted to savour every moment with each other, to really get to know each other without feeling compelled to rush with any sexual acts. Eddie was an amazing boyfriend; you couldn't wish for a better one. He encouraged you to take your time, and he said he'd be ready anytime you were, which was reassuring to hear.

“What song do you want me to play, sweetheart?” he questioned as he sat back down on his bed, his guitar propped on his thigh.

“You’re always letting me pick! I want it to be a surprise this time” he chuckled as he thought for a moment before he began to play. It was a slow song this time. But not a slow song that would lull you to sleep, no. This was the kind of slow song that made you want to rip each other clothes off while kissing passionately.

Your gaze was fully fixed on his gorgeous face as you sat in front of him. Eddie was so focused on playing the guitar, it caused his eyes to shut as he slowly became one with the music. He was so mesmerizing like this, a sight you could never get tired of. You were admiring his exquisite facial expressions until your gaze was drawn to his hands, playing the guitar. His long, delicate fingers, snapping each of the strings so skilfully as if it were the easiest thing in the world. You stared at them intensely as you licked your lips. His focused expression and skilled fingers, all in combination with the sensual song playing on his guitar, were enough to make you drool. But before you even could, he abruptly stopped his movements, snapping you back to reality.

“Why did you stop?” you asked, a puzzled expression on your face as he amusedly stared at you.

“I saw you staring at me”

“Well, yes, you’re very handsome Eddie” you explained, as if it were obvious.

“The funny thing is, my love, you weren’t staring at my face this time” He remarked as he sat back down on his bed after returning his guitar to the wall. You felt your cheeks heat up, as if you’d been caught.

“You’re curious, aren’t you?” he motioned for you to sit on his lap while looking at you with a mischievous smile.

“Curious?” you asked him with furrowed brows as you straddled his lap and rested your arms on his shoulders. He grabbed the back of your head and brought his lips to your ear, his hot breath giving you chills all over your body

“Curious to know what else I can do with them” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. God, he was so right. You wanted his hands and fingers all over you. Even inside of you.

“Please, Eddie, show me” you pleaded before crashing your lips on his. You were hungry for him, aching for his touch. His hands travelled from your waist to your butt, squeezing it as he deepened into the kiss.

“Anything for you, my darling” he flipped you over as he was now hovering above you, his lips immediately attacking your neck and his hand sliding beneath your shirt. The cold touch of his metal rings made you wince for a moment, but you soon grew used to it. His hand gently massaged your boob while his other supported himself on the bed before his lips moved to yours, kissing you again.

“Are you sure about this?” he questioned as he looked you in the eyes. You nodded, feeling eager for him to continue.

“I need you to use your words, sweetheart” he instructed as he kissed your cheek, patiently waiting for your response.

“Eddie, I need you, please” you begged, causing him to snicker as his fingers crept slowly to your throbbing core, longing for his touch. He removed your skirt first, followed by your underwear, tossing it somewhere in his room. He took his rings off before hovering over you again, staring deep into your eyes while his fingers moved to your dripping core.

“Hmm so wet for me” he groaned before gathering some of the wetness and rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut before he slid a finger inside while his thumb now massaged your clit. He inserted another finger inside you, stretching your walls as they curled up perfectly, hitting that one spot inside you. It felt so good, exceeding all your expectations. Seeing him play the guitar countless times, you could only imagine, but now, feeling those fingers inside you felt like heaven.

Your hand moved to his crotch, palming his already hard boner over his clothes as he grew more impatient. He stripped you of both your clothes, pausing for a moment to admire your beautiful naked body with a smirk on his face, nearly causing him to drool at the sight.

“Y/n, you are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?“ you felt your cheeks heat up at his compliments as a shy smile appeared on your face.

He kissed you once more, eagerly this time, before he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing your folds as you grew more impatient with each passing second.

“Eddie, please!” you cried out, not able to wait any longer.

“I want to take my time with you, baby” he murmured before slowly easing himself into you, low groans leaving his mouth as your mouth gaped open at the sensation. It’s been so long ever since you’ve experienced this pleasure, feeling so full and your walls being massaged so perfectly. He felt huge inside of you, completely stretching you out.

“You’re taking me so well” Eddie praised, making it easier for you to relax as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His thrust became deeper, your nails scratching his back as you gasped.

“Fuck, you feel so good” he groaned before speeding up, causing you to moan his name loudly.

After a while you decided that you wanted to switch positions, as you didn't want him to do all the work, “Eddie? Can I be on top, p-please?” you stammered in between his brutal thrusts. He slowed down, his face softening into a gentle smile as he pulled out and lay down on the bed underneath you. You hovered over him and gently sank down on him, your hands steadying yourself on his chest. You slowly bounced up and down on him as his hands gripped your hips, guiding you.

“You’re doing so well sweetheart, just like that” he praised as you increased your speed, causing his eyes to flutter shut. He then wrapped his arms around your body and thrusted up into you as you fell forward. You kissed his neck and clenched around him while his grip around you tightened, both of you nearing your release. He increased his pace and one last powerful thrust was enough to send you over the edge, causing you to see stars as your nails dragged over his skin. Not much later he came as well, spilling himself inside you as he moaned your name, holding you tightly.

You slowly fell off and lay beside him, trying to recover your breath after having the best orgasm of your life. He got up and quickly helped you clean up after which he smothered you in kisses, making you giggle.

“Y/n, You. Are. So. Beautiful”

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blackasmyhangryfurrybrokensoul · 4 months

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I want to be funny

I want to be easy to talk to. fun to talk to. I want to have a brain that thinks clearly. I want to know how to comfort people. I want to know how to carry a conversation, how to make people laugh. I want to know how to enjoy myself while also not making other people uncomfortable. I want to be myself confidently. I want to actually understand what's going on in social situations and not be going off of the small snippets i do catch

i wish i was calm. I wish i was more detached. people like me when im detached. I wish i was tougher on the inside. I wish i didn't care this much about how others experience me. I wish I had more going on in my life. I wish i didn't feel the urge to lash out whenever im upset. I wish i knew how to control my emotions. I wish sometimes in some situations that I felt less deeply. I wish i thought more deeply. I wish i wouldn't lay in bed all day when i feel like crap. I wish there was more to bring me happiness than just my partner. I wish i did more art. I wish i knew how to do makeup better. I wish i had soft skin and soft lips and looked a little less dead and was bigger physically in every way. I wish I had a softer bed, I wish I had taken better care of my pet cat. I wish I was more intelligent. I wish I knew earlier that awkwardness is part of life. I wish i knew how to flirt. I wish i knew how to distinguish flirting and joking. I wish I knew for certain if there even is a way to distinguish it. I wish I had more confidence. I wish I was more annoying. I wish I could talk and talk and talk about the stuff im obsessed with like I did at 12. I wish I wrote poetry. I wish the words would come easier. I wish I didn't feel like the only thing I can do to make anything better is to just shut up. I wish I was loved, really deeply seen and loved, the way I want to be. I wish people would actually insist on knowing me, I wish I was asked to hang out more. I wish I knew when to ask other people to hang out, or how. I wish I didn't feel so jealous. I wish my mind wasn't so negative. I wish that people would see that I'm struggling. I wish there would be someone I could talk to about how i feel. I wish I had no emotions. I wish I took joy in a different type of art rather than horror-y stuff. I wish I didn't experience religious guilt. I wish I could give a good presentation. I wish I could play the guitar better. I wish to understand why people love me, because sure I love myself but I don't see why someone on the outside would see - this - and love it. I wish I could get more comfort and reassurance and understanding from the people around me. I wish I didn't feel like shit about every small thing. I wish my emotions werent so big. I wish my therapist would stop attributing my flat affect to my bad eating. I wish my parents had friends. I wish my mom was more selfish from the start. I wish police were better. I wish i could really hear god reply to me. I wish magic didn't exist. I wish I wasn't so selfless. I wish I was less oblivious. I wish I was kinder. I wish I had better friends. I wish I was a better friend. I wish my head didn't hurt. I wish i was less nervous. I wish I could catch words the first time they were spoken. I wish I had some kind of connection with teachers/professors and wasn't afraid to ask questions. I wish questions wouldn't feel so intimate to me. I wish I saw certain friends more. I wish I knew how to be less of an asshole. I wish I could paint better. I wish I could draw better. I wish I didn't give a fuck about what happens to others. I wish I had nice nails. I wish I wouldn't keep dreaming about spiders. I wish I had more motivation. I wish I was a better nerd. I wish my cousins liked me. I wish I could be out and obnoxious about it. I wish i was more patient. I wish I was less angry. I wish I knew how to communicate better. I wish my voice was deeper. I wish things felt easier.

I wish I knew if I was autistic or not. I wish I knew what was... up. with me. I wish I understood myself better.

I wish I felt happy.

I'm tired.

#i don't wanna let myself say it but its been echoing in my mind a lot and everything just feels so bad and i feel like shit

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stclartics · 3 years

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fluff alphabet ━━ finn wolfhard x fem!reader

↳ queeriacs

𝗔 - 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 ➵ ( what do they like to do with their s/o? what do they do in their free time with them? )

➵ paparazzi is always evrywhere, so when you hang out with finn, it would usually be cuddling in bed and watching a movie or him playing his guitar for you.

➵ when you do go out, he would love to take you to the movies or go on a picnic.

𝗕 - 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 ➵ ( what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them? )

➵ everything about you.

➵ and that you love him for him, and not his fame.

𝗖 - 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 ➵ ( how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack, etc. )

➵ for when you feel down, finn would just hold you in his arms until you calm down, then let you explain what happened that made you feel sad.

➵ for when you have a panic attack, finn would help instruct you on breathing in and out while doing it with you. finn had had experiences with them so he knew what to do.

𝗗 - 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 ➵ ( how do they picture their future with their s/o? )

➵ finn would love to marry you one day, but with his career you two would want to wait awhile to have kids. finn definitely wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

𝗘 - 𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹 ➵ ( are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? )

➵ depends.

( i don't really know how to answer that one. )

𝗙 - 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 ➵ ( would they forgive their s/o easily? how are they fighting? )

➵ fights with finn aren't very heated, he is very understanding so fights don't last long.

𝗚 - 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲 ➵ ( how grateful are they in general? do they realise what their s/o is doing for them? )

➵ finn was always one to be grateful for what he has, considering all the great things that have come his way in his career.

➵ the relationship is equal, the both of you had been closed off at the beginning of your realtionship, but then you both loved doing things for each other.

𝗛 - 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 ➵ ( do they have secrets to hide from their s/o? or do they share everything? )

➵ nope.

𝗜 - 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ➵ ( did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? like trying out new things or overcoming things? )

➵ you really helped finn's anxiety, so he would always invite you to premiers becaue you always managed to help him stay calm.

➵ and finn taught you how to play the guitar and drums

𝗝 - 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆 ➵ ( how jealous do they get? how do they deal with it? )

➵ finn gets rather awkward than jealous.

➵ he tries to join in the conversation but can't relate.

➵ sad boi :(

➵ really wants to leave

𝗞 - 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 ➵ ( are they a good kisser? )

➵ finn is a good kisser

➵ likes to keep them sweet and slow to show his adoration for you.

𝗟 - 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 ➵ ( how would they confess to their s/o? )

➵ probably would confess after you helped him calm down from an anxiety attack.

𝗠 - 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 ➵ ( do they want to get married? how would they propose? what would the marriage be like? )

➵ finn would love to get married some time in the future. he would propose probably on a meadow with the sunset. he even bought a beautiful diamond ring, which he would say was not as nearly as beautiful as you. the wedding would be small with family and close friends, and would hopefully be off of the interenet.

𝗡 - 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 ➵ ( what do they call their s/o )

➵ he loves to call you sweetheart and baby (sIcK bEaTs BaBy)

➵ you would would call him bubba and even love muffin, which he secretly adores.

➵ and you would jokingly call him finnlard or dogsoft which would annoy him.

𝗢 - 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 ➵ ( what are they like when they are in love? is it noticable to others? )

➵ finn would be in awestruck when you were around, but tried to hide it.

➵ of course, some people in the comments would notice and comment about the loving and longing look on his face on videos of you and him.

➵ the others (it/st cast) would tease him about it because they could tell he liked you.

𝗣 - 𝗽𝗱𝗮 ➵ ( are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about their s/o to others? or are they shy to kiss etc. when others are watching. )

➵ finn would never really be a pda person. some hand holding and occasional cheek kisses stolen, but other than that, he would like to keep the intimate stuff at home because of paparazzi.

𝗤 - 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸 ➵ ( some random ability thats benificial to the relationship. )

➵ him playing guitar and singing to you is definitley a very lucky thing.

𝗥 - 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 ➵ ( how romantic are they? cliche or creative? )

➵ you would sometimes not see finn for awhile, so when you do, he would alway do something creative and special for you to show you how much he cares for you.

➵ so yes, finn would be romantic

𝗦 - 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 ➵ ( do they support their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in you? )

➵ finn is a very supportive person. he would be there every step of the way to achieve your dreams. of course he believes in you!

𝗧 - 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 ➵ ( do they need to try new things to spice your relationship? or would they have a certain routine? )

➵ maybe some makeouts, or small intimate touches, but other than that, nah.

𝗨 - 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ➵ ( how well do they know their s/o? are they empathetic? )

➵ finn definitely knows you very well and can tell when you're uncomfortable with something.

𝗩 - 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗲 ➵ ( how important if their relationship to them? what is it in comparison to other things in life? )

➵ finn would definitely rather be with you than going to interviews and tours.

𝗪 - 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱 ➵ ( random headcanon for their relationship )

➵ finn would secretly love to watch edits made by (your ship) fans about you and finn.

𝗫 - 𝘅𝗼𝘅𝗼 ➵ ( are they affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle? )

➵ finn LOVES your kisses and cuddles, he could stay and cuddle you for as long as he wanted.

𝗬 - 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 ➵ ( how will they cope when they're missing their partner )

➵ would call or text you whenever he could.

𝗭 - 𝘇𝗲𝗮𝗹 ➵ ( are they willing to go great lengths for their relationship? )

➵ of course, but make sure he's had his gatorade first.

#finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagines #imagines #finn wolfhard x reader #finn x y/n #finn wolfhard imagine #finn headcanon #finn wolfhard headcanon

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thrill-seeker-if · 2 years

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#'s 6 (only if you're okay with answering it <3), 45, and 51 for the RO's!

I think since I've been quiet on here for quite some time I'll make an exception just this once <3 but I'll put #6 under the cut just in case since its NSFW! (probably a one time thing, im sorry to everyone else😭😭)

45. What kind of movies do they like?

Oli likes animated movies and sappy kids movies. They like feel-goods and cute little movies you could watch with a friend and make fun of. And, honestly, Hallmark movies too.

Hannie likes mystery movies and sci fi (im sure you're not shocked with how much space shows up in that genre). They don't really watch movies a lot but they like thought provoking ones that make them think a lot.

N will watch whatever whenever. They enjoy practically every movie they see. I would say rom-coms are high up on the list.

51. What is their favorite thing about themselves?

Hannie - They really like their orgnizational skills. They're glad they can usually diffuse tension by having everything already layed out and they're glad they can finish work on time.

Oli - to be honest they don't really like themselves that much IUDFSHIUSFD but! maybe their fashion sense! And they're really proud of how well they play the guitar, too!

N - Their achievements. They've never really had the resources, but they've still worked really hard. They might seem silly, but they're always focusing on their future, and they're very serious about it. They're proud they got into medical school on scholarship and are at a pretty well regarded school, too.

6. What are they like in the bedroom — well-rounded lover or wooden plank?

I'll probably take the chance to do top/bottom/switch and sub/dom/vers.

N is VERY well rounded. They are honestly down for anything. They prefer to be on the top. They like to be spontaneous, but they've not actually had any very intimate experiences, and they definitely would enjoy that a lot.

Hannie is well versed and has experience, and they prefer to be more dominant. They are pretty well rounded. Unlike N, they're not so much a switch, but if you prefer a dominant role in the relationship they do start to warm up to it :-) For them, they like trying different things out, and they enjoy seeing their partner enjoying, and are experienced enough they usually try to cater to the partner and their needs.

Oli starts out like a plank, im so sorry😭😭 one because they have no experience, and two because they'll be even more flustered depending if it's the mc. I know with the muscular body type they might seem a little more strong but if you do get them into bed they're an absolute MESS. They're a quick learner, tho ;-)

#thrill seeker if #ch: n #ch: hannie #ch: oli #anon asks #ask game

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xskyll · 3 years

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@shoutingdeku

Midoriya & Shinsou & Jirou bandmates tddk AU

I probably won't write a full story but these were my ideas!

Midoriya and Shinsou met at the hero entrance exam, where they both failed. They both got hurt and Midoriya started talking while they were waiting their turn to see Recovery Girl, asking Shinsou about what he plans to do. Of course he's going to gen ed and plans on transferring to the hero course. Midoriya says he's going to try for support and is giving up on the hero course; he realized last year that he never stood a chance anyway. He really just took the exam so he wouldn't dwell on what ifs and maybes. He doesn't know what he wants to do with his life. Making support gear for heroes would be nice but he's not confident in his abilities. He veeery shyly admits that he sings and plays guitar and would love to start a band and make a career out of that but he's sure no one would want to be in a band with a quirkless loser. But using what he learns in support to make special effects for concerts and music videos would be really neat!

Shinsou knows how to play the drums and is a little curious. He knows he'll need support gear to be a hero so making a friend in the support course could be useful. He suggests they get together sometime and play something. He doesn't actually think he'll be friends with Midoriya—the plan is more to make a connection and use him to help himself—but Midoriya ends up being the best friend he's ever had. They become ride or die pretty fast.

After the first couple of weeks of school (so after USJ) there's an event for clubs to recruit members. Aizawa tells his class they can join but they have to be mindful. The hero course is rigorous, so committing to a club that requires a lot of time would be irresponsible. Jirou has no intentions of joining any clubs but the entire class checks out the event, just to snoop. Midoriya and Shinsou have a table but no one seems interested. They're freaking bc you need a minimum of four members to count as a club and get a club room and NO ONE is interested.

Jirou has no plans to join but is curious to hear them play. They aren't allowed to play at the event but they knew this beforehand so they shot a video of them playing. It's nothing fancy—Midoriya just hands her his phone—but Jirou hears them and is blown away. They're good and Midoriya's voice is amazing. Right now I wanna say the song they're playing is Favorite Liar from The Wrecks.

She doesn't commit but agrees to come see one practice. She probably won't join though. She'll bring her bass, bc they don't have a bassist, but she definitely isn't going to join.

One song together and she joins.

They need a fourth person though and the deadline is looming! Jirou ends up asking the rest of 1A if anyone can play an instrument or sing. Bakugou plays drums but he isn't about to do her any favors. But Yaoyorozu plays piano! Jirou begs her to join—she doesn't even have to come to practice. She can just be in the band in name and play a little keyboard at a few club events so the teachers don't realize she doesn't actually participate.

What Jirou doesn't know is Yaoyorozu has a crush on her. So yes she'll join and yes, she will come to practice, actually. Maybe. Probably. She's very nervous bc Jirou is talented and cool and pretty and maybe this was a bad idea after all, oh no.

She agrees to come see them practice and brings her bff Todoroki with her for emotional support. He agrees mostly bc being with the Yaoyorozu's daughter is always an acceptable excuse for not going home.

They go to a practice just to watch and Todoroki feels just a little awkward bc no one told him the lead singer of Jirou's band was the cutest guy Todoroki has or ever will see in his life. The band plays and Todoroki and Yaoyorozu are both in love. Yaoyorozu joins the band immediately. Todoroki doesn't but maybe he could come by just to hang out sometimes? Maybe he can just help out? He can lift heavy equipment. So can Shinsou and Yaoyorozu? Well, he can help with other stuff! Anything! Costumes! Makeup! Anything to support his bff Momo, who is definitely why he's here, not bc of the cute boy, no siree.

As the story progresses, Todoroki is having makeup and nail polish application sessions with Fuyumi. He's watching YouTube makeup tutorials. Midoriya doesn't need to know he spent an hour every day for two weeks practicing eyeliner wings. Whenever they get a chance to play for a crowd or they make a video Todoroki gets to do Midoriya's makeup and help him with his clothes (and also the rest of the band but who cares about them?). It's the most wonderful torture. How is he supposed to check how Midoriya's makeup looks without getting lost in his eyes?

Little does he know, Midoriya is having constant internal meltdowns because the hottest guy he's ever met is touching is face. Whenever he wears a choker or necklace Todoroki gets the clasp for him (he doesn't realize everyone else has to do their own clasps). His fingers touch the back of his neck and it takes every once of his willpower not to run away because it seems so intimate and if he isn't careful he'll start hoping bc Todoroki is so nice to him and sometimes it seems like he gives him special attention but that's probably just his imagination, but maybe...? No! Or...aaahhh, he can't handle it!

At some point Ashido wants to see what Jirou, Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki are up to so she stops by. She's super impressed but Midoriya is too stiff! She doesn't officially join but she starts stopping by when she can to teach Midoriya some dance moves and help him with his stage presence and sex appeal. In exchange Midoriya tutors her bc he's basically a genius and she's bad at pretty much all her non-hero classes, like Math and English. Kaminari starts getting curious about what Ashido is doing so he stops by one day and hoo boy is that drummer so super cool! He starts talking to Shinsou and sparks fly (Sparks? Kaminari?? Get it?? Lolol, wow, I am so funny!) Kaminari helps with lighting for videos and shows and also gets tutoring in return (and now Shinsou is also joining these study sessions because...reasons. Certainly not the cute blond guy. He just likes studying...)

Ashido and Kaminari's grades improve! Yay!

And that's all I got. I have no clue how anyone would actually get together, which is why I'll probably never write a proper fic.

As far as the band's genre, they're really all over the place because they want to experiment a lot. So you got some alt rock, grunge, pop, love ballads, power ballads...they definitely do at least one video that is a super upbeat love song with bright 80s clothing and one video where they're all dressed like punks.

So yeah! That's what I got! Midoriya's guitar is probably either red or the same bluish-green his hero costume would have been, in another life. I feel like for the first half his hair is cute and poofy and maybe halfway through the story he gets an undercut. Sometimes he pushes his bangs up with a clip or a band.

#skyll rambles #sorry this is so long #i've had these ideas in my mind for a long time #but never actually wrote them down before #i want to read it ;_;#curse you me!#bnha #tddk #tododeku #tododeku au #momojirou #kamishin #shinkami #todoroki x midoriya #shouto x izuku #jirou x yaoyorozu #kaminari x shinsou #bnha band au #singer midoriya izuku

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Jeno

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jeno’s affection always works in order to suit you. Whether you want him to hold you tight or just rest a hand against you, he’ll do whatever you ask. He’s incredibly accommodating, he doesn’t mind how he holds you just as long as he is.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you met on the set of The Show, you were there on his first day to help him out as a member of staff and show him the ropes. It was only natural that the two of you started chatting as professionals, but over time you found that balance changing into something different for the both of you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

On his last day of The Show, Jeno knew that he couldn’t risk potentially losing you. As he was clearing out his dressing room, you appeared to say your goodbyes, however Jeno couldn’t let you go that easily. Rather than say goodbye, he sat you down in his dressing room, taking a strong hold of your hand as he began to tell you how he felt about you and how desperate he was not for this to be the last time you saw each other.

D ⇴ DATES

You never quite know what to expect when it comes to a date with Jeno, he loves to surprise you and find unique things for you to do. If there’s a fair in town then Jeno will drag you along, or if a new restaurant has just opened up, he’ll book a table so that you guys can go and explore. If there’s one thing that you can always guarantee on your dates however, it’s that Jeno is a complete gentleman. He always makes sure to hold your hand, open the doors for you, and pays whenever you stop arguing with him that you should split the bill.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

The biggest concern that you had with being Jeno’s first relationship was the relationship that he had with the fans. Jeno chose to be clear and transparent with the fans so that they could get to know you and your relationship too. He loved social media at the best of times, but he would often keep the fans updated on the things that you were getting up to on his social media feed too. The connection between you and the fans was key, and so if Jeno could help to build a bond between you both, then he’d do it in a heartbeat.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Jeno isn’t someone that likes to argue, especially with the person that he’s supposed to love. Whilst he appreciates small squabbles happen between even the best of friends, large and out of proportion arguments are not something that he enjoys. He much prefers to talk things out with you when either of you is frustrated with the other, he tries his best to maintain his composure and keep himself calm, no matter how angry he gets. He’s always respectful, he’ll never go below the belt and risk hurting you, a disagreement is one thing for him, but to go personal is not something that he does or expects you to do either.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Bonding with his family was actually not a priority for him or his family, they knew that they’d love you, but their biggest concern was how you’d get on with the cats. New people were often a difficult time for them, so it was a much bigger hurdle for you to pass over then ever meeting the rest of his family was.

H ⇴ HOME

Having his own room in the dorm was definitely a bonus for you both and made life easier. Jeno was in no rush to move out anyway at such a young age and knowing that you had a room of privacy certainly made you much more relaxed about living in the dorm too, even if you could always hear the boys outside still.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Jeno was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ on a date night one evening. He’d been trying to find the perfect time for quite a while, but sitting down to a meal, without any interruptions, ended up seeming like the perfect place for you both. He was nervous for most of the night until he found the courage to say the words you’d always wanted to hear.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Being jealous wasn’t something that typically occurred around Jeno, he was usually quite calm and trusting of most people around you. Even if he did feel jealous at all, he’d never make a big deal out of it, especially for your sake, and would wait until the two of you were alone to tell you a little more about how he felt. Causing a big deal over jealous is not his style at all, however, he isn’t afraid to step in like a hero and save the day if he feels like his jealousy is verging on uncomfortable for both him and for you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having children was something that Jeno had never given any thought to, before dating you, and even at the start of your relationship. When you first mentioned it for the first time it definitely caused his body to tense up for a while. Growing up still felt like it was a long way away for him at times that children had never crossed his mind. For a while you were anxious that you’d said the wrong thing until Jeno quickly reassured you and began to open up his mind to the thought of having children as well.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Laughing is one of Jeno’s favourite things in the world, especially when he’s with you. He knows he has the charms, that was one of the first things you learnt about him when you watched him as an MC, but when the two of you were alone, he really felt like he could be himself. He was always laughing and joking around with you, and if you’d had a bad day, then he’d be right there to pick you up straight away and try anything that he could to try and make you smile again. He never wanted you to have a frown when he was around.

M ⇴ MISSING

He tries to smile his way throughout any time that he’s away from you, he doesn’t want the others to notice him missing you, and he definitely doesn’t want you to notice him missing you when he’s on a call with you either. Throughout a tour, you’ll often have small gifts arrive at your front door that Jeno has organised so that he can make sure that you know that he’s still thinking of you and missing you. He loves coming home and seeing all the things that he sent you positioned around the house so that you always have a little something that Jeno has bought for you at your side no matter what room of the house you’re in.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Jeno likes to be traditional with his nicknames, ‘jagi,’ is very much a go to for him, however he won’t be opposed to throwing a few different ones in there from time to time as he knows how much it takes you by surprise.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your height, because as far as he is concerned, you’re the perfect height for him to cuddle up to and hold tightly against his body.

P ⇴ PDA

Any affection from Jeno that you receive in public is usually so that he can keep you well protected. There are plenty of times when he’s busy, but he loves to have you join him on his schedules. Whether it’s fans, cameras, or anything else, he’ll always grip onto your waist to keep you near him and away from any sort of trouble.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Whenever he writes a song, he loves to ask for your opinion on what he’s written. You’re far from a lyricist, but Jeno will still come to see you and see what you think, although each time you tell him it’s faultless and perfect.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

As well as songwriting, Jeno loves to play his guitar for you. Whenever you have a bit of a restless night, he’ll pull your frame to rest in between his legs and settle your head against his chest, playing his guitar over you. He always knows the perfect melodies to help try and ease your mind from anything that you’re stressing over and won’t stop until he can comfortably look down and see that you’re fast asleep on him.

S ⇴ SEX

He’s a true romantic when it comes to being intimate, it can often feel like something out of a movie. A dark room, perhaps even some light music in the background, Jeno likes to create the perfect atmosphere so that you can relax under his touch and allow him to take control. He tries to look after you as much as possible and will only let you take care of him if you beg him to let you make sure that he feels good as well.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You never quite know if you’re going to see a text from Jeno or not. Some days he’ll text you constantly, other days, you’ll barely get one, a lot of it depends on how busy he is and whether he can sneak a few minutes on his phone.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

The chance to fall in love appealed to Jeno from a young age, he just never imagined that it would happen so soon for him. He truly believed that fate brought the two of you together when you met on The Show, and he would always be eternally grateful for it.

V ⇴ VACATION

Europe is somewhere you know that Jeno would love to travel around, so when he gets a bit of time to go on holiday, the two of you organise the perfect road trip for you both. You try to tick off as much of Jeno’s bucket list as you can because with how busy he is, you never know when the opportunity will present itself again.

W ⇴ WHINING

He’s not someone who will tend to whine too often, he’s understanding that you work hard, but he doesn’t want to be left for too long without your attention.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Whenever he has the chance, it becomes second nature for Jeno to kiss you. Even if it’s the quickest kiss in the world, he’ll still give it just so you know that he’s there and has you in his mind. It doesn’t matter to him where he kisses either, he does prefer to kiss the top of your head and engulf you against his chest, but he’ll often kiss the back of your hand or your cheek too depending on how accessible the space is to him.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his true love, the one that the world had given to him.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

At night, Jeno would make sure to hold you nice and close to him. He knew how important touch was in the evening to ease your mind when you were restless, so much so that you’d often have to ask him to loosen his grip before you fell apart.

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k-and-the-arts · 3 years

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Lover - Willex

Pairing: Alex Mercer/Willie Word Count: 2412 Based on Taylor Swift’s song “Lover.” Read on AO3

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

It all happened so fast. One minute, Alex was walking down Sunset Boulevard, clearing his head, and the next minute he was getting run over by a gorgeous boy on a skateboard. He wanted to be mad, he really did, but when the boy started talking, all anger dissolved. The skater was charming and dorky and was able to convince Alex to follow him after exchanging only a few words.

Willie guided Alex to his favorite spot on Sunset Boulevard -- a simple bench that was “the best place to people-watch” as the skater had said. People in weird furry costumes and outfits of dead celebrities walked by, but Alex only had eyes for Willie. The brunette talked about everything that popped into his head, and none of it seemed to have a coherent flow. He mentioned his favorite places to skate, random facts about the ocean, and weird ways different famous people died. The blonde talked about his friends, the band, and the one time they ate street dogs that were so bad, they had food poisoning for three days.

“Reggie was convinced we were going to die,” Alex had told Willie, causing the other boy to burst into a fit of giggles that sounded like music to Alex’s ears.

The drummer didn’t say much after that; he was content with listening to Willie’s voice and all of the stories that fell from his lips. He loved watching the way Willie’s eyes sparkled when something he was talking about reminded him of another topic, and it amazed Alex that the boy knew so much about everything.

There was a lull in the conversation as the sun started to set, painting the sky in beautiful shades of purples and pinks and oranges. Willie was watching the sky but Alex was watching Willie. There was a dazzling glow around the boy that made him look ethereal. A small gust of wind blew through the street, causing Willie’s long hair to float gracefully around him. Alex’s breath caught in his throat and he tried to take it all in. He wanted to replay this moment in his mind over and over again for as long as he could remember it.

There was suddenly a small, sharp pain in his chest; a sign of his anxiety taking over. He tried to push it down, push it away. His instincts told him to run, this is happening too fast, but his heart told him to keep his feet planted firmly to the ground. He had never felt so smitten about someone so quickly before and it was the most exciting yet terrifying thing he had ever felt.

Even though they had been talking for only a few hours, Alex felt like he had known the skater his entire life. It felt like they were childhood friends, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. But Alex knew there was still so much to learn, and his heart ached for so much more.

As the sky grew dark, Willie’s gaze floated back to him. Alex quickly looked away, focusing his attention on the fairylights on building awnings and edging that had created an intimate glow around them. If Willie had caught him staring, he didn’t say anything, and Alex appreciated that.

“I love leaving the Christmas lights up until January,” Willie said suddenly, causing Alex’s eyes to snap back to the boy that was beautifully sculpted under the soft light.

“Hmm?” Alex hummed, hoping Willie would continue.

Willie gestured to the fairylights above them. “I didn’t get to experience a lot of proper Christmases growing up,” Willie said quietly, as if talking too loudly would shatter the tension that had grown around them. “I want to experience Christmas for as long as possible. So I try to leave the lights and decorations up for as long as Caleb will let me, which is usually in January.”

The question was on the tip of Alex’s tongue -- Who’s this mysterious Caleb?

But he stayed silent, nodding to acknowledge Willie’s words. He knew Willie would tell him if he asked, but he needed something to look forward to when they talked again. If they talked again.

Willie opened his mouth to speak again but the sound of smooth jazz interrupted him. The brunette pulled his phone out of his pocket and sighed. He ignored the call but stood up from the bench, slipping the phone back into his pocket and placing the helmet back on his head.

“It was really nice to meet you, but unfortunately I have to go. I’ll catch ya later, Hotdog,” Willie smirked, letting his board drop to the ground.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

Alex wanted to run after him, wanted to follow him home. He immediately missed Willie’s warmth and light and yearned to be by his side again. He rewatched the entire afternoon in his mind like a movie, and by the time he made it back to the studio, his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Julie and Flynn begged him to tell them everything, while Luke, Reggie, and Bobby teased him mercilessly. But he didn’t tell him any details and ignored the overdramatic swooning and kissy faces, refusing to let them ruin one of the best days of his life.

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

The next three years were the most difficult and exhilarating years in Alex’s life. While his relationship with Willie grew wonderfully, along with the band’s success, his relationship with his parents fell apart. As soon as he graduated, he packed his bags and found the cheapest apartment he could. He took the first job that would hire him and tried to support himself as best he could. The Molinas offered to take him in but he didn’t want to burden them. The band suffered as they tried to find a way to rehearse around everyone’s work schedule. Alex could feel his life crumbling around him and he found it harder and harder to wake up every day.

But then there was Willie. He was the light in the darkness and the glue that kept him together.

And when Willie suggested they move in together, Alex felt his heart stop.

“I’ve been wanting to move out for awhile now and I already found a place that I can afford and it’s decent and I know this is like, a crazy huge step but --”

“Yes.”

The word flew from his lips before he allowed his brain to catch up, over think, and lose his nerve. The large smile that grew on Willie’s face was all the confirmation he needed that he made the right decision.

Willie convinced Alex to quit his shitty job and convinced Caleb to let the band play at the Hollywood Ghost Club whenever they weren’t playing at other gigs. They were finally living the dream. Rehearsing and writing during the day and playing to large crowds almost every night.

After their sets at the club, they would just linger around the building, mingling and making connections with the Hollywood elite that could afford to be there. Alex would watch Willie work, flitting from table to table and chatting up anyone who would look in his direction. It was amazing to watch him go from a dorky skater boy that couldn’t even finish a complete story without switching to a new topic, to a super charming and eloquent figure that never failed to convince a guest to give a very generous donation to the club.

Alex was also pretty sure that half of the crowd was just as besotted with Willie as he was. But he knew he didn’t have to be jealous of anyone in the room. He knew he had Willie’s entire heart, just as Willie had his. And at the end of the night, he would be the one that would be holding Willie’s hand, and kissing Willie’s lips, and laying next to him in bed.

And if their friends got a little too drunk to drive home, he would be the one to help Willie carry them back to their apartment. He would be the one helping Willie rearrange the living room so that their friends had a place to sleep. He would be the one thanking him for being the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

That same night, Alex was lying against Willie on the couch, playing with the skater’s rough, yet surprisingly soft fingers. Their friends were asleep, sprawled out everywhere on the living room floor, and Alex wished he could just freeze time and just stay in this moment forever. He was surrounded by his love and support and he couldn’t imagine anything better than this. Not until Willie whispered those words.

“Have you ever thought about marriage?”

Alex sucked in a breath and his fingers were still against Willie’s. Had Alex thought about marriage?

All the time.

Ever since they moved in together two years prior. But he always thought that it was too big of a thought; too obsessive. He didn’t want to scare Willie by moving too fast, even if they were just flashing ideas in his mind. He didn’t want Willie to leave him because he was too dependent, too attached to their relationship, too--

Alex realized how silent he had been and tried to scrounge up words so that Willie didn’t think he was freaked out, even if he kinda was.

But Willie didn’t seem to be bothered by Alex’s silence. Because Willie knew Alex so well. He knew exactly how Alex would react if he were to ask that kind of question. Willie continued, “I’ve thought about it a lot, recently. I’ve thought about us and this thing we’re doing. I don’t know all the details or anything, but I do know one thing for sure,” Willie paused and Alex looked up at him, waiting for the deep sentiment the boy was about to share. “Luke would definitely be the flower girl.”

This threw Alex into a fit of giggles and Willie’s smile was radiant. “I think Ruby would fight Luke for that position,” Alex said through his laughter.

At the mention of his sister, he sobered up. He had no doubt Ruby would absolutely want to be a part of his wedding; she would probably want to plan everything herself. He just hoped his parents would want to be there as well. Even if they didn’t agree with it, he’d hope they would at least care enough to see him happy. Thinking about how he would tell his parents and how they would react, his thoughts started to spiral once again.

It was as if Willie could sense his anxiety rising. He laced his fingers with Alex’s and squeezed reassuringly.

Alex could feel Willie’s chest rumble as he spoke again. “We’re not gonna have a traditional wedding though. Those are too boring. Maybe we’ll do something crazy like have all the girls be groomsman and all the guys be bridesmaids. Or however it’ll work for us.” Alex didn’t really know either, but nodded in agreement. “And no traditional vows. We gotta get creative. Like, I dunno. ‘I, Wilhelm Covington the Third,’”

“Willie, your first name isn’t Wilhem and you’re definitely not a ‘third,’” Alex chuckled, grinning up at his boyfriend.

“Shush, that’s what makes it creative. Now where was I? Oh yeah,

‘I, Wilhelm Covington the Third, with all the skateboard scars on my hand, take this magnetic force of a man,’” Willie paused, and Alex could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears as he tried to think of something funny. When that famous smirk crossed his features, Alex was ready to cringe. “‘I take this magnetic force of a man, Hotdog, to be my husband. Through cracked helmets and bad street dogs, and even when we’re ghosts.’”

Alex rolled his eyes but his smile only grew wider. He decided to play along, “and I promise to be super over-dramatic and constantly swooning over you.”

“And you’ll save all your worst jokes for me. I want your lamest and dirtiest and cringiest jokes,” Willie added.

Alex nodded in agreement, trying to think of other funny vows. But the more he thought about it, the more everything was sinking in. Willie continued to ramble about silly vows and untraditional wedding things they could do. But all Alex could think about was the fact that Willie wanted to marry him.

Willie wanted to marry him.

He wanted to be Alex’s husband. He wanted to be Alex’s forever. No matter what life threw their way, Willie wanted to be by Alex’s side. He wanted to go everywhere and do everything with Alex. Through sickness, health, and everything in between.

Alex looked back up at Willie and pushed himself up to interrupt his boyfriend with a gentle kiss to the lips.

“Yes,” Alex whispered, his heart pounding and anxiety -- no, excitement -- filling his chest.

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

#willex #jatp #alex mercer x willie #alex mercer #willie nolastname #julie and the phantoms #willex fic #willex fanfiction #jatp fanfic #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #lyric fic

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Congrats on your milestone! May I request a matchup? Just please, please, PLEASE remember to take care of yourself and try not to get burnt out while doing these requests. Your needs come first and we understand if you need a break. And I’m sorry if it gets too long, I tend to write things longer than I mean to.

🤍 Gender/Pronouns: I use She/her and identify as female

🤍 Appearance: I have wavy blonde hair that reaches my waist and I have blue eyes. I’m incredibly pale and I have freckles, and there’s a lot of them on my shoulders and cheeks. I’d have to say that my best facial feature is my eyelashes. They’re long and dark so I don’t have to put mascara on it (not that I wear all that much makeup anyways). I’m not exactly sure how to describe my stature, I’m not exactly super skinny or super chubby, I’m somewhere in between. I’m a bit on the curvier side though.

🤍 What I look for in a partner: What I look for in a partner is someone who is grounded but still has an eye for dreaming. I’m very into dreaming but tend to get carried away. I need someone as ambitious and hopeful but more aware of reality and realistic ways to achieve them. I want someone I can experience the world with. I want to have adventures with them. Someone to communicate with and someone who I’ll argue with (arguments make a relationship stronger and they’re unavoidable anyways) but will always be able to sit down and talk it through with. Something weirdly specific I look for in a partner is someone who’ll dance with me. Dancing is something I’ve loved my whole life and dancing with a partner feels so intimate to me.

🤍 What I DON’T look for in a partner: I don’t look for someone who’s overly dependent or controlling or nosy. A healthy relationship is a partnership not a codependency and I enjoy my personal space. I also can’t stand someone who is incredibly inconsiderate of other people’s emotions. Someone who’s aware of how others feel but actively ignore those feelings is not someone I want to be around.

🤍 Interests and Hobbies: Some of my hobbies are stuff that I did when I was a kid: horse back riding, archery, singing and the previously mentioned dancing. I do a lot of stuff involving music, including playing different types of instruments: guitar, piano, clarinet, ocarina and accordion, as well as singing opera. I’m very interested on story telling and love hearing more new stories, and even variations of stories. I write my own stories when I can, and do poetry. I collect antiques and tea sets. I love studying mythologies and history, and with that comes a love for architecture. And finally I love cave exploration and spelunking. Oh! And I’m also very into biology and animals.

🤍 Personality: I’m not exactly sure how to describe myself but I’ll try. All of my friends say I’m sweet and have a good sense of humor o I guess I am, though I’ll let you be the judge of that. I’m stubborn as a mule though, especially when it comes to things surrounding my morals. I’m on the quiet side, most days I might not even say more than a few words. I’m one of those people who can remember the most obscure details about a specific day like 5 years ago but I’ll lose everything today and have no memory of where it last was and be able to remember I ate breakfast but don’t remember what the breakfast was. I’m horrible at planning, organizing and scheduling and my brain is just all over the place. I like to think I don’t have one train of thought, but multiple and every five minutes they nearly crash and burn into each other. I tend to focus on said thoughts so I’m not exactly the most aware of my surroundings. I’m the type to take care of my friends and family in a motherly way and constantly make sure they’re okay. I mentioned earlier I’m quiet, but whenever someone seems confused even if they’re a complete stranger, I just jump in without thinking to make sure they find what they’re looking for or trying to do.

🤍 MBTI and Signs: On every test I’ve ever done I’ve gotten INFP. I don’t know if it matters but my enneagram is either 2 or 4. It changes sometimes. My Sun sign is Aries, and my Moon and Rising are both Scorpio.

hi, i hope you like your matchup! also thank you so much for your kind words ;w; and don't worry, your request is okay, i have a lot of information to work with~

the character that i think would be a good character for you is..

ruggie bucchi!

i'll explain why i chose him:

i think ruggie fits the description of your ideal partner pretty well. he has an adventurous and energetic side, but he's more chill, so he can help you not to get carried away too much. he would say something like "hey, hey, let's think about what we have to do now and not in the future, okay?~"

i think ruggie is that type who pretends not to care that much but he does get a bit emotional during arguments, however, in the end he will talk about it with you and you two can figure it out together. ALSO YOU AND RUGGIE DANCING TOGETHER WOULD BE SO CUTE..

ruggie would find your hobbies very interesting, he might call you a nerd as a joke, but he really thinks it's cool that you know so much about all of this and that you're able to do so many things. he also would tease you for remembering something that's not so important and something really obscure, but not remembering what happened five minutes ago, but he would help you anyway and leave reminders for you.

and finally, you and ruggie have the same sun sign and two aries people are actually pretty compatible, they can have a lot of fun and adventures together (but they need to have some balance, of course). and also i read that a perfect partner for someone who has scorpio as a rising sign would be someone who's fun but is also kinda mysterious and i think ruggie fits that description!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland matchups #twst matchup

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literatureandshit · 3 years

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What music each person from the gangesy like according to me

Gansey

He love lofi music, especially when he’s awake and can’t sleep. Gansey will go to YouTube and just look up “lofi music for when you can’t sleep” and then make an entire playlist out of it

Lots of instrumentals and classical music, Chopin, Bach, Beethoven. Sometimes when he’s building the mini version of Henrietta, he’ll have his head phones and will dance and work at the same time

Honestly he isn’t too fond of listening to music with words in them because he finds song lyrics to be distracting sometimes, but if he would he’d listen to opera, the greatest showman etc

Blue

Blue loves music with meaning, especially powerful music by women. Most of her music is empowering or based on her emotions.

She bases whatever she’s going to listen to by how’s she’s feeling in that moment. If she’s happy, Blue listens to pop music. If she’s feeling angry or frustrated, she’ll listen to rock, metal, or trap. But heavy metal is for when she’s especially pissed

She listens to a lot Bea Miller, Etta James, Rihanna. She definitely grew up with Aaliyah and Salt n Peppa. Maura made sure Blue got to experience all kinds of music. 300 Fox Way will sometimes boom with music all night

Ronan

Contrary to popular belief, EDM isn’t what he’s always listening to. Ronan’s music tastes are heavily based on rock and black music. He’ll listen to Metallica and Guns n Roses and also have 3 6 Mafia and Michael Jackson in the same playlist

Like Blue, Ronan’s music tastes are based on his emotions. It’s the one healthy outlet he has to process trauma and he uses it to his advantage. Rock usually makes him excited and he adores a good guitar solo (Adam and Gansey once sat with heart eyes while Ronan showed them different solos from different bands).

Rap/Trap or RnB is specifically for car rides with himself or with Adam. Whenever he’s thinking about his dad, Ronan will turn on Gangsta’s Paradise and belt the lyrics with his windows down. But on quiet nights when he’s feeling a little lonely in the barns he’ll pick up Adam and they’ll listen to Kali Uchis, Frank Ocean, Khalid, or Rihanna (Ronan loves her). It’s intimate and soft and one of the infinite ways Ronan expresses his love for Adam.

Adam

This boy loves Indie, trap, pop, classical, opera, anything under the sun I just know it. Adam doesn’t give a fuck what he’s listening to as long as it sounds nice to him. He favors music that sounds calm in his ear. He loves songs that use real life audios like cars, planes, people, running water and frogs. However, too many instruments or sounds at once can over stimulate him.

Adam listens to a lot of Clairo, Khalid, Doja Cat, the oldies most definitely especially Usher, Aaliyah, Beyoncé and Michael Jackson. He’ll listen to songs that tell storylines like the Rare Americans, and he likes raspy rough voices like Pop Smoke, Kevin Bates, Billie Eilish and Bleach. His playlists make no sense whatsoever and have really vague or ominous titles like “for that time when..” or “:).”

Sometimes the gangsey will huddle into the car at 3 am and listen to a bunch of albums together because none of them can sleep (Henry can though he’ll see them in the morning lol) and Adam is in charge of the songs

Noah

This boy loves noisy songs. Songs that don’t even make sense, songs that simply cannot be real to a normal person. Noah loves music like this. He takes so much joy in just listening to nonsense that’s catchy and he’ll get annoying about it

Noah loves 100 Gecs. He listens to them all the time, too much honestly. Whenever he’s in the passenger seat and reaches for the radio, everyone just sighs because they know what’s coming up. He also loves Yung Gravy and Y2K and will sometimes stream Tiny Meat Gang

He also loves foreign music thanks to Henry. He listens to Twice and NCT because he describes their music as, “no thoughts just vibes”. He knows every dance to their songs and will do it with Henry whenever possible. He just likes music that makes him feel like he’s having a great time

Henry

Besides kpop, Henry will listen to anything that makes him remember he’s a 10 amongst these 2s. He listens to anything that makes him feel confident and hot and sexy and empowering because why the fuck not? He’s very modern and enjoys modern music, so pop is his specialty

His artists are primarily women, but especially Lizzo. Cus I Luv You continues to be his favorite song, not because he’s in love, but because of the anount of emotion that was put into it. Women by Kesha is his runner up and he will play that song so much Blue manually removed it from his phone.

Both Henry and Blue love Ashnikko. They will ride around in the car just listening to her and many other artists. Sometimes they’ll cut school and go to the convenience store to get slushees and tell the lyrics while sitting on the hood of his car

Gangsey

It is a fight over who’s gonna sit in the front seat with whomever is driving. Passenger seat arrangements must be made in advance because if they do it while walking to the car someone is gonna end up in someone’s lap so they can play music.

Gansey, Blue, and Adam are neural in this regard and usually end up in the front. They play whatever songs are requested to them. They can adjust easily to whatever they’re listening to as long as they don’t listen to two country songs in a row.

Henry, Ronan, and Noah are actual heinous supervillains when it comes to manning the radio. One time Henry played “Bitch I’m Madonna” and Ronan almost ran them off the road. Ronan will play loud music for no reason and then laugh when everyone says to change it. And Noah gets to play a 100 Gecs song ONCE or he’ll never sit in the front seat again

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rockthingsbymeg · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Slash

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: Smutty themes; mentions of sex toys, BDSM, power dynamics

A/N: Apparently, I’m back babes. Enjoy this alphabet for poodle <3

Aftercare(what they're like after sex)

Slash will help Y/N clean up all the body fluids that might be on her skin and, if he can, he'll lay down and cuddle, running his fingers over her head and back and occasionally will let her spoon him

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

His favorite parts of himself are his hands, and it's pretty obvious because without them he wouldn't be able to do the thing he loves the most in the world but also because he can feel Y/N's body melt under his hands, both in a sexual way and not.

On Y/N, he really loves her whole body, but he has a special thing for her ass and thighs. He loves to rest his head on them (though resting his head on her ass can be hard because Y/N doesn't like to lay face down) and absolutely adores to run his hands over them. He also loves her lips.

Cum (anything to do with cum...basically I'm a disgusting person)

Slash has a breeding kink that will come up every once in a while. That being said, he loves to fill Y/N up whenever she lets him. He tends to cum more than most people Y/N's been with, and she absolutely loves that.

His other favorite place to cum is her face, followed closely by her breasts and then ass. There's something about seeing her covered in his cum that riles him up.

Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Slash catches himself a lot of times thinking about what it would be like to have Y/N be the dominant one in the bedroom. He's had his fair share of experience with porn, and he can't help but wonder what it would feel like to see his girl dressed up in one of those latex sets just doing whatever she feels like doing to him

He'd never ask her though because he thinks she wouldn't like it (he's wrong)

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

This goes without saying

Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Slash absolutely loves to have Y/N on top. She looks ethereal on top of him, and he can't get enough. He also loves doggy style or to be with her back to his chest, both on their knees. And he totally loves to bend her over something and fuck her

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Slash doesn't get too serious. It kills the relaxed vibe he likes to have during sex. He won't necessarily crack jokes, but he likes to keep the mood light, even if the sex is being more intense than usual.

Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

I think we've all seen enough pictures to conclude that: he doesn't groom at all, and the carpet definitely matches the drapes

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

He keeps it light but he somehow manages to be intimate. He keeps looking into Y/N's eyes as long as he can, and he presses multiple kisses on her lips, cheek, neck, wherever he can reach.

He's not romantic very often, sex is not about that to him, but there are times when he'll be romantic and, on those occasions, he makes Y/N's high and his own completely other-worldly and long.

Though she definitely loves the usual vibe they have during sex, the moments when he is romantic are amazing, and she can't get enough of them

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Slash will definitely prefer to satisfy himself with Y/N, but he is completely not against masturbating. It's something weirdly natural in their relationship, and it tends to lead to some steamy sex on multiple occasions.

During tours, it's when it happens more often, because she can't go with him most of the time, and he entertains himself looking at all the polaroids they've taken.

Most of them are explicit and fully private, but there are times when he gets hard just staring at a cute picture of Y/N because he misses her a lot

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's got his fair share of kinks, and he's not shy about most of them. Breathplay, some BDSM things (handcuffs, gags, collars, leashes), spanking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding kink (more of a creampie kink), edging kink, marking kink (never anything too heavy because he doesn't like to break the light atmosphere of the whole thing like I've said before)

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Literally, place doesn't matter that much to him, but some of his favorite times happened either in the backseat of a car (even the limo when the entire band was absolutely plastered, and both he and Y/N couldn't wait any longer) and backstage after shows, so maybe those places hold a place in his heart

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Y/N in general. Anything she wears, does, or says can get him going.

He gets hard way too fast though if: Y/N wears one of his tees without anything underneath or with some black, silk lingerie. When she decides to steal his hat. When she's with a guitar. When she's playing with one of his snakes and is not wearing that many clothes.

NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

There aren't that many things Slash wouldn't do. He wouldn't be into pegging or shit like that, because it's too out of his comfort zone, but aside from that, he's okay with anything.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Slash is very skilled with his mouth, to put it lightly. He was born to do two things in this world: play guitar and eat pussy.

It goes without saying that he's absolutely great with his fingers and also his dick, but there's something about the away he eats Y/N out. He melts into her, eyes closed and face soft like he's at home, while he keeps delving his tongue into her, humming at the taste. He'll wrap his lips around her clit, those plump, perfect lips, and suck the nub into his mouth then flatten his tongue against it. And he'll go on for hours on end

He doesn't have a preference, however, in giving or receiving. Y/N is extremely talented in giving oral as well, and he turns into putty in her hands every time she does it.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slash makes a balance between fast and somewhat sensual. He's not rough most of the times, though he definitely isn't nice and sweet

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Slash is always, and I mean, always, up for a quickie. He will initiate them more often than Y/N simply bc he can't take his hands off her, but he will never choose then over proper sex

Quickies are good for when they're in public, in a rush, and stuff like that. Proper sex is what gets them off better, what gives them the best orgasm, so that's what he prefers

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Slash is all here to try new things. Anything Y/N suggests is a yes. Don't knock it til you try it is his motto. He loves to spice things up any way he can, from the most simple details like teasing her to getting new sex toys, trying new positions, things he heard make girls cum hard as fuck, anything at all

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Slash is a literal animal. It's like he's never ever tired of it. He can always go for another round, no matter how long or short it turns out to be

Usually, he does take a bit to cum, but Y/N knows what buttons to push to have that boy cumming in a matter of short minutes

Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Of course, he owns toys. He prefers to use them on Y/N, but he will never say no to them being used on themselves. He's quite fond of handcuffs and ropes, but he also likes harnesses, leashes, collars, whips and he will not say no if Y/N shows up with a cock ring

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh boy... Slash is honestly the biggest tease on the planet, there's no other way to put it, but, in compensation, he doesn't tease for too long. He just teases as hard as he can

He can go as far as actually touching himself in a public place just to watch Y/N squirm and beg him to go home, to the car, any place away from the crowd. Sometimes not even that...

Y/N does tease him back, but he always wins the "game"

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Slash is not exactly the most vocal person, but by no means he's quiet. At first, he'll mostly grunt and groan, an occasional deep sigh leaving him. The more pleasure he starts to feel the louder those sounds get and if he's been going at it for a while and if he's feeling particularly good, he'll start to moan, low and soft and occasionally moan loud when he cums

Another reason why he's never quiet it's because he likes to praise Y/N, to tell her he loved her or to dirty talk

Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I think that on occasions when Slash gets drunk, but I mean really fucking drunk, he'll go into sub space. He'll cling to his girl, moan softly in her ear and beg for something, even cry out if he's really that far gone

Also, despite being shy of being submissive while sober, Slash doesn't have that many troubles begging for what he wants

X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

Slash is not exactly massive, but it's not like he needs it. He's big, but he's got more width than length, and he knows exactly how to use what he has.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Slash wakes up hard, spends the day hard, and goes to sleep hard. That's just who he is. He's not pushy, he won't be nagging his girl for it 24/7, but he will definitely take any chance he has of getting off

Y/N can do the most innocent thing in the world, and he will be hard for her. A smile, a look, certain clothes, and words... Anything can turn him on and he's not exactly ashamed of it

ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It depends on how long he's been going at it, where he is, and if he was tired before. If he's been going at it for a long time, he'll fall asleep rather quickly. If he's at home or was already really tired before, he will also almost instantly fall asleep. Other than that, Slash is not one to fall asleep after sex

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rovewritesit · 4 years

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Angel Of My Dreams (Chapter 5) John Deacon x Reader Series

GIF: @johndeac

Apologies for the delay! Work has been an absolute shit fest. The big show I’m on got canceled, but we still have to finish the season at some point so oof. Also, my boss is moving to Italy? Pray for my sanity, folks.

Series Summary: After reluctantly joining a band with your childhood best friends, you are thrust into oncoming stardom with no sea legs and an overwhelming sense of anxiety. But you just might find your way, thanks to some seasoned pros by your side. And the interest of one particular bassist.

This series is a work of fiction and is loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Strong language. Feelings of anxiety. Angst (oooo!)

Chapter Notes: I've rewritten this chapter so many times that I don't even know what it is anymore. Angst is hard, my dudes! Why can't it all be flirty glances and quick banter?!

Song/Title Inspiration: Angel - Fleetwood Mac

Songs Mentioned:

Moonlight in Vermont - Frank Sinatra

Blues Run The Game - Jackson C. Frank

Taglist: @yourlocalmusicalprostitute @brianmays-hair @deacyblues @squishy-geckboye @hae-bee @aprilaady @theresalexis @uglipotata72829

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September 1982 - The Music Inn, New York City

“Bri, get a load of all these fucking maracas!”

Brian makes his way over to where Roger is gazing at a massive wall adorned with shaker-filled shelves, dipping his head low to avoid the sea of guitars hanging from the ceiling above his long frame.

Queen was back in New York for their first-ever appearance on Saturday Night Live. Finding time in between the intensive rehearsals during the week had been hard, but Freddie insisted they would make the time for his favorite New Yorkers. When the time was finally found, he, of course, was unavailable, off antiquing at some of Manhattan’s luxury spots but promised to meet up with the group later on.

The Limbs managed to snag the other three men for a trip to the historic Music Inn. Nestled in the heart of Greenwich Village, the dingy treasure trove was located a stone’s throw away from the city’s most prominent folk clubs that boasted discovering the talents of Bob Dylan and Simon & Garfunkel.

You were quite confident that your newfound English friends would love it. Every visible space was stuffed or covered with an abundance of musical paraphernalia. So much so that you had been in the store dozens of times without ever finding out what color the walls were. Its layout was always changing to fit the ever-growing amount of items displayed, the familiar specks of dust that sparkled in the sunlight being the only constants.

“Hey, Jeff!” Steve calls out to the eccentric owner. “Where are these from?”

The aging hippie shuffles over. “Mostly South America,” he explains in his usual gravelly drawl. “A customer brought back some new shekeres from West Africa last week that have a nice sound to them.” Jeff motions up the sprawling wall. Roger immediately grabs a few, testing the sounds out against the ones Steve is already playing with - the two of them like kids in a candy store.

Jeff had been a good friend to The Limbs since their early teen years, having let the group spend hours on end attempting to learn every exotic instrument they could get their hands on. Anyone who entered the shop could count on him as a spirit guide of sorts to a wealth of worldly music. And while The Limbs had kept their first album fairly plain in context, they were already itching, particularly Steve, to experiment on the next album. Whenever that would be.

Now that a few more of their singles were moderately successful hits, Columbia Records was focused on milking it for all that it was worth. The execs were currently setting up an extensive American tour of the Mid - West Coast part of the country, all the major cities they hadn’t hit on their first tour.

“Y/N,” Jeff gestures for you to follow him, probably excited to show you a new find seeing as you were always eager and willing to give them a test run. You make your way down the staircase lined with large balalaikas to the musty lower level filled with various sound equipment and electronic instruments.

“What on god’s green earth would you use that for?” you hear Rich’s deep voice implore. He rolls his eyes as Eddie moons over an ornately engraved mandolin.

“It worked for Rod Stewart, didn’t it? That mandolin solo in Maggie May shredded,” he retorts. “Plus, look how pretty she is!”

You watch your feet as you carefully maneuver around the amps and pedals haphazardly strewn around the floor, following Jeff to the back of the room - taking special care to step around John, who is crouched low looking over the wiring of a particularly grody-looking amp.

Upon entering the store, he had taken off on his own right away, immediately entranced by the sprawling selection all about him. But you had caught the worn, far-off look in his eyes when he greeted you with a short wave earlier. You try not to let the lack of attention bother you as you pass him without so much as a glance up. The heartfelt conversation you had the last time they were in town had rooted itself in your memory. Spilling your guts like you did that night wasn't a common occurrence for you- figuring you were already easy enough to read due to the panicked expression often etched onto your face.

Why him? Even your bandmates weren’t privy to the babblings of your intimate thoughts. It couldn’t just be his boyish tooth-gap or the pleasing line of his straight nose. Maybe it was the confusing mix of nerves and comfort you felt whenever in his presence. It was unlike the persistent butterflies you were used to when around attractive humans. Feeling instead like a gentle humming that you somehow sensed everywhere at once.

You’re brought out of your swimming thoughts as Jeff clears his throat loudly to get your attention. You must’ve been staring blankly at the floor for quite a while. He gestures to a bulky item draped in a tarp, as you give him a small apologetic smile.

“Oh yes, very pretty,” you smirk at him.

He rolls his eyes as he attempts to sweep the tarp off in a dramatic reveal, but in reality, it gets stuck. The man scrambles to uncover it, and as soon as it peeks out, you gasp.

“A theremin!”

You gaze at the ordinary-looking wooden cabinet in awe. It must be old, seeing as they were mostly compact now.

“You haven’t had one in ages,” you marvel, locking eyes with Jeff.

“Which means it’s been a while since I’ve heard your ambient screeches plaguing these walls.”

Your finger points to him in protest. “Hey, I was getting better until you sold the last one on me!”

“Well, I didn’t see you making a bid for it,” he playfully shrugs.

“Let’s hear those screeches!” Eddie yells out. Rich claps his hands excitedly beside him. You poke your tongue out at them, but your eyes catch John’s, and you quickly close your mouth. Still crouched, he looks on with mild curiosity wrinkled on his brow. He lightly raises them at you in silent encouragement.

You slowly make your way behind the instrument as Jeff plugs it into the wall. Turning one of the knobs, it hums to life as you check the metal attachments protruding from the wood frame. It really is old. You have no idea how to even begin to calibrate it. Taking a deep breath, you timidly bring your hands up in position.

It lets out a high pitched wail that burns your ears from being so close, and you yank your hands away from the field of current. Eddie and Rich erupt into cheers while John slowly stands, moving a bit closer to see the mechanism properly.

Jeff lightly pushes you back towards it in a gentle coax. This time you slowly bring your curled hand a reasonable distance away from the pitch antenna, keeping your other low on the one for volume. Squeezing your eyes shut to focus on the tone, you slowly move until you find your starting note. It was all about sense memory and your ears to fill the gaps with nothing to physically touch.

Uncurling your fingers, you begin the opening notes of Moonlight in Vermont - the one song you had somewhat taught yourself through hours of painstaking practice. You fumble a bit, eliciting a squeak or two while trying to remember the hand placements that produce the proper notes. While you might “play” many instruments, you were middling at many, master of none. You make it through the first verse before your head starts to pound from your jaw-clenched concentration.

“Fuck the mandolin, let’s get that for the next album!” you hear Rich tell Eddie.

“Ah, yes, you’ve heard Pet Sounds. Now prepare your ears for The Limb’s sophomore attempt, Ghost Sounds,”

Their banter is drowned out as John chimes in. “How on earth did you learn that?” You meet his struck expression and shrug lightly.

“Don’t downplay it, Bun. It’s pretty fucking cool,” Rich assures you. “And her knowing ASL also helps,” he explains to John.

“Sign language?”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s mom is deaf,” Eddie reveals bluntly. You shoot him a look.

“Sorry, hard of hearing,” he holds his hands out in defense.

John is silent for a moment as he mulls the information over, causing a speck of tension in the room.

“Your mother’s never heard you sing?” he asks incredulously as if he can’t possibly imagine it.

You give a small smile. “No, I guess she hasn’t. But I was in the car with her the first time I heard us on the radio. I turned the treble down and the bass all the way up and she bopped along to the beat pretty well.”

Rich chuckles lightly at the story. “She’s always been hoot, hasn’t she?”

You nod gently. “Aptly put. That’s how she describes herself as a matter of fact.”

John shoves his hands deep in his pockets as he takes a look around the room, his cheeks a light pink. You're unsure of why.

“I’m gonna head out for a quick smoke,” you decide, patting Jeff on the shoulder. “I know how you hate it.”

He gives your hand a light squeeze before you make your way upstairs, hoping to catch John’s eyes, but he avoids yours yet again.

A pleasing blend of harmonies can be heard as you hit the landing. You peek your head around a large assortment of bongos to find Brian strumming a small acoustic on the other side of the store. Roger, Steve, and Lawrence all crammed around, the four of them singing a rendition of Blues Run the Game.

Your heart warms at the sight, remembering the times when you and the boys would sit around a campfire and croon out the same sad tune. Eddie and Rich will be pissed they missed this. Steve notices your presence and silently ticks his head for you to come join. You hold up your pack of Marlborough’s in response to him before finally slipping out the front, trying your best to not jingle the adorned bells too much.

A cool breeze promptly passes through the knit of your sweater. It’s late September, and New York has begun to really cool off. You pull down the sleeves to cover your hands as you light your cigarette, wincing a bit on the first inhale. It was a leftover habit from your college days- scarcely used, only in social situations, or to get out of awkward ones.

Taking in the familiar street, you can’t help but giggle at the day you were having. To be showing Queen around your old hangout still felt absurd. No matter how genuinely they seemed to like the company of your band, you couldn’t fathom them wanting to spend the day with you all. Weren’t there bigger and better musicians in this city to be hanging out with?

The sound of a lighter flicking to life comes from your left, and you turn. John leans against the faded wall as he takes a drag, his eyes trained on the dirty sidewalk.

“I’m sorry, i- if I offended you with my comment about your mother,” he professes quietly.

Your brows shoot up in confusion. “What?”

“We have a friend whose father is deaf. A lovely man. I shouldn’t have been so insensitive.” He sighs, finally turning to face you. “It’s just that the memory of hearing your voice for the first time isn’t something one can easily shake. I mean that in a way that- it’s just a shame really. For her to not be able to share in it when it’s something so...” he looks as if he’s racking his brain for an appropriate word. “Well, singular.”

You suck in a breath at his words. In all your years, you had never gotten that as a response to your mother’s disability. It was mostly a polite, “Oh, really? I’m so sorry to hear that.” His honesty and consideration for your feelings knock the present hum of your body up to 100.

You flinch as gentle burning hits your fingers, and you look down at your forgotten cigarette, quickly flicking it to the ground before crushing it under your heel. John shifts his weight from side to side, never taking his eyes off of you while he waits for you to collect your thoughts.

“I write out my lyrics for her so she can read them as poems,” you state simply, smiling up at him. “Sometimes she makes up her own melodies and sings them around the house. It’s not the easiest on the ears, but she’s pretty inventive.” His eyes crinkle as he returns your grin - his first genuine one of the day.

“So she’s heard music before?”

“Oh yeah. She has nerve deafness, which didn’t start till her late twenties. She actually spent a lot of time around here when she was younger. Bitter End and The Gaslight are just a few blocks away.”

He hums lightly as he stares at you- like you’re a puzzle whose pieces are just beginning to fit together.

“Can you teach me something in sign language?”

Once again, your brows shoot up, shocked by his response. You blink a few times, trying to think of what to say. Going with the only thing that pops to mind, you sign out a phrase as he watches your hands intently.

“And what does that mean?”

You smirk, “You are a cheesy cow.”

“I’m sorry?” he laughs out.

You repeat it back slowly while signing along. “You. Are. A. Cheesy. Cow. It’s the first thing my mother taught me how to sign.”

He runs his hand over his jaw as he chuckles. “Rich was right. A hoot she must be.”

“I’m pretty shit, to be honest, and she read lips, so it’s mostly used for snide comments during extended family gatherings.”

You watch as he puts out his cigarette and carefully takes a step closer to you. “I’m assuming your colourful vocabulary extends to those instances as well.”

“Right you are.”

“Freddie will love that,” he snickers. “He always seems to collect vulgarities in other languages wherever we go.”

Your attention is torn away as a sleek black car rolls up to a stop at the curb. It’s out of place in the middle of the street filled with old and worn buildings, which can similarly describe the people who mill about.

“Speak of the Queen herself,” you laugh as a sunglass-clad Freddie steps onto the sidewalk.

“Oh, isn’t this quaint!” he exclaims, peering into the shop window. He straightens as he turns to you, hands-on-hips.

“Deacy. Thumper. Are we fans of freezing our tits off, or shall we go inside?”

You give John a small smile and push yourself off the wall, making your way over to Freddie, who immediately pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. The bells against the door ring out as you all enter the shop.

“Ah, Deacy,” Brian pokes his head out from one of the narrow aisles, still in a constant crouch to avoid the instruments above his head. “I was looking for you. Found these adorable teeny guitars I thought might be good to bring back for the kids. What do you think?”

“Kids?” you mumble to yourself as John makes his way over to inspect them.

“Brian has two, and John’s already up to 3. Maybe we should’ve nicknamed him Bunny.” Freddie laughs, nudging your arm. “You know… fucking like rabbits,” he expands due to your lack of chuckling.

He leans into your field of vision as he studies your statue-like expression, eyebrows knit in confusion. His eyes take in your ashen face and your lifeless expression. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing. When you lock your eyes with his, you know he understands from the sheer size of how big they become. He straightens up, glancing around quickly as if looking for something to put out a fire.

“Freddie!” Steven dances over, clicking a pair of castanets in his hands. “I wanted to show you thi-”

“So sorry, love, we can’t. Y/N promised to come to a fitting with me, and we’re already late," he announces loudly, pulling you by the arm and out the door before anyone can react.

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You blankly stare at your reflection in the long mirror. Freddie had instructed his stylist to pull some outfits for you to parade around in as he tried on a bevy of metallic coats.

“You’re an idiot,” you tell the girl staring back at you.

Freddie sashays over, a shag jacket swaying with him as he places his hands on your shoulders, surveying the strappy dress you were currently squeezed into.

“Oh yes, this will do for the after-party,” he instructs.

“I’m not going.”

He heaves a deep sigh. “Darling, you already refused the ticket I got you for the show. You’re coming to the party,” he declares, turning away to look at more options.

“This isn’t really me…” you mumble, gesturing to the dress.

He regards you with a small smile. “Exactly. I say this with love, but you need a look, Y/N. Something that makes you feel unstoppable,” he gestures to his body as he twirls towards you. “Don’t you want to shock them?”

You chew your lip as you ponder that sentiment. Dawn usually just shoved you into whatever ensemble she had picked for you - leather jackets, monochromatic sets, tight jumpsuits. She kept hoping you’d find a style you fancied, but you had yet to find anything remotely likable under the lights of the stage.

“To be honest, I just want to be able to feel comfortable out there," you sigh. "But I can’t strut around in flashy outfits or conduct a whole crowd like you do." Huffing as you collapse onto one of the white couches around you. He perches beside you, throwing an arm around the back of the sofa.

“Then don’t,” he says simply.

You snort a response as you cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but have you tried showing them a bit more of yourself?”

“I can’t do that.”

He turns to you now, grabbing your attention with his eyes.

“And why not?” he questions.

You gaze down at your hands, which you’re now wringing together in your lap. “What if it’s nothing spectacular?” you whisper out the criticism that you'd drilled into your mind for the past year.

Freddie laughs lightly as he stands. “Let’s not start lying to ourselves, shall we?” He moves in front of you and kneels, now at eye level, making so you can’t look away.

“Sometimes people go to a concert for an escape. A big bloody show with dazzling lights and petite men galavanting around a stage in spandex tights,” he smiles.

“But most of the time they just want to find a piece of themselves in it, don’t they? Commonality. They want to hear you, see you, and feel just a little less alone than we all know we are. I saw just a slice of it at your concert, and it was indeed something spectacular. So take that as you will.”

You’re not one to cry much, but your eyes soften as you take in the icon of a man in front of you. A man loved by millions, who was currently filling in as your personal rock n’ roll fairy godmother.

“You’re a fantastic person, you know that?” you tell him genuinely.

“Yes,” he quips as he gets to his feet. “Now, are we done scurrying around the real problem at hand?”

You sigh as you look away, firmly willing yourself not to break the dam of bottled emotions threatening to spill out. Why couldn't you just feel numb? It would be better than the wave of childish self-pity you found yourself in.

Freddie huffs at your reaction. “Oh, you brat. Sorry to tell you, but you’re an open book, my dear. And not one of those big pompous things Brian reads. A bloody children’s book. One filled with pictures.”

You're sure you’ve now bitten through the entire top layer of your lip as you contemplate how to even begin.

“I’m an idiot,” you shrug to yourself yet again.

“No,” he points a finger at you. “You’re decidedly not. Though I am curious as to how someone who’s as big of a fan as your friends say you are, missed out on that detail.”

“I’m not sure either. I mean, I listen to your albums and go to your show, but I guess I didn’t pour over the tabloids or press interviews or anything like that.”

Freddie nods along as he sifts through another rack of jackets, choosing an incredibly tight white leather number.

“I assumed you knew,” he answers while glancing at his reflection. “And I would say Deacy should know better, but he’s not quite himself at the moment.”

“What do you mean?” you press, suddenly much more interested in the conversation.

He turns to you, palms up in explanation. “It’s not that he wouldn’t normally be charmed by your shy presence and occasionally crass mouth… But I’m a bit worried he’s finding comfort in your smiles for the wrong reasons.”

“Huh?”

Sighing heavily as if debating if he should keep skirting around his words, he holds your gaze. “An impending divorce is crippling lonely, even if it is somewhat amicable.”

His mouth is brought into a pout as you suck in a sharp breath.

Divorce. All your previous interactions play through your head from a different angle. Pity sneaks up on you as you remember John’s advice he’d given you. The concept of home is a funny thing. You scoff out loud at how your childlike crush had skewed your interpretation of your relationship with the man.

“I’m usually the one singing his praises,” Freddie muses, breaking you out of your inner monologue of resentment towards yourself. “But he seems more lost than usual at the moment.”

He gently lifts your chin. “I don’t normally meddle in- well, actually I do. Just don’t want to see you get hurt, Bunny. Not when the world is soon to be at your feet.”

"I'm fine," you lie, gently brush away his gesture. "I barely even know the guy. I was just shocked to have my silly fascination with him interrupted. Stupid, really."

"Don't do that," he exhales. "Don't put it on yourself. You'd have to be blind to ignore the fact that he's quite taken with you."

"I'm fine," you repeat, making your way into the back to change out of the ridiculous dress that suddenly felt even tighter now.

Shutting the door slowly, you let out a deep breath. It's all good, you tell yourself. Of course you got caught up in the attention of a world-renown musician. Who wouldn't? It's nothing special. As Freddie said, he's not even acting like himself. Although you were indeed in true form- getting caught up by the slightest of interactions. Unconsciously playing them as a loop in your head. You can't help but cringe at your own escalation of the situation.

Squaring your shoulders, you take in the image of yourself in the dress again. Perhaps it was time for you to shock them all.

- - - - - - -

“And so my grandfather goes out to the alley and sees her just wailing on this scrawny man. I mean, really going to town. So he pulls her off him, and the dude’s got a black eye and a bloody nose. And he’s like, “Thanks mate, thought she was gonna kill me there.”

Roger ruffles your hair in response to your poor attempt at a British accent. The group of cast and crew around you chuckle at the gesture.

You had decided that if you were going to be forcibly dragged to this after-party by your bandmates, you would at least aim to make it worthwhile. A debut of your new mentality. One where you weren't just acting the part of a rising rock star, but living it.

Which is why at the moment, you found yourself the center of attention, surrounded by the cast and crew of SNL laughing along to your amusing story. But this was all hinged on you carefully, avoiding the presence of John Deacon at all costs. Which, in reality, wasn't very hard to do- you had yet to see him since arriving an hour ago.

“Oh my god, who was it?!” the young cast member beside you presses. You think her name is Julia, but the sheer amount of people you'd been introduced to was dizzying.

"That's exactly what we asked him when he told us. All he said was that it was some man with big lips who was in a fur coat and looked like he hadn't eaten in a month..."

The cam op across from you gasps, "It was MICK JAGGER? God bless your grandfather, I would've wept if she murdered him."

"So would my mom AND grandmother," you laugh. "Give us each a glass of wine, and it's basically a Mick fan club."

"Who else?" Brian taps your leg, surprisingly urging you to divulge more gossip.

You can't help but smirk as the group leans forward intently.

"Robin Williams?" you tease as their eyebrows all raise.

"Horrible tipper, but he makes up for it by performing dirty puppet shows with the napkins."

"Sounds about right," funnyman Brad Hall confirms, offering you another drink.

You politely decline, determined to keep your wits about you this evening. "I'm gonna go grab some water. Anyone want anything?"

The group shakes their heads, but Lawrence jumps up to join you on your trek to the crowded bar.

"Wouldn't it be insane if this was us one day?" he exclaims as you weave your way through the mass of bodies littering the Capitol Grill.

You smile up at him, "Dream big, buddy."

"Oh, I intend to," he confirms you as you spot Eddie and Rich waving you over from a spot at the bar.

Rich promptly wraps his arm around your shoulders as you join them. He always had a stoic way of letting you know he saw through the cracks in your poorly constructed armor. Taking the role of a caring older brother, more so than your own.

"Have we lost Steve again?" Lawrence asks the group.

Eddie nods across the room. "He's exactly where you think he'd be," he scoffs as you catch a glimpse of Steve, trailing Freddie like a lost puppy.

"Um, excuse me?" a short girl mumbles from behind Eddies' denim-clad shoulder. He turns, glancing down.

"Hiya," he regards her casually, causing her a deep blush to creep across her cheeks. She shoves a napkin and pen at him.

"C-could I get an autograph? Please?"

Eddie smirks at her flustered appearance, making sure to brush her fingers as he grabs the items out of her trembling hand.

"And what beautiful name should I be making this out to?"

She lets out a jarring high pitched giggle as she stumbles over her words. "Oh, uh, Shelley."

"Well, here ya go, Shelley," he hands the napkin back to her, now adorned with his messy scrawl. "Maybe I'll see you later."

She squeaks as she hurries back to her shrieking friends who are huddled conspicuously off to the side.

"Gross," you state. "She's a child. Probably one of the executive's kids."

He rolls his eyes dramatically. "Gotta keep em' interested, Bun. As the heartthrob of the group, it's my sworn duty."

"Slow your roll there, Rob Lowe," Rich interjects. "I think Y/N's giving you a run for your money in this dress."

You glance down at the Freddie approved ensemble. It was eye-catching for sure, precisely what you were going for. It's black suede straps crisscrossed strategically against your body, giving peaks of the skin underneath.

"It looks good, Bun," Rich assures you.

“Guys,” you all turn your attention to Steve, who has just joined the circle clumsily. His pupils are blown wide from his current blood alcohol content, and he sways slightly on his heels.

"I- I have something to say," he announces to the group, getting your attention. You all wait patiently as he hesitates, clearing his throat twice before lowering his voice. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m gay.”

You glance around to the other boys whose expressions mirror your own warm smile. You’d all known Steve was gay since high school, not that any of you had talked about it. You had just assumed it was something unspoken. That he’d tell you whenever he was ready or met someone good enough to introduce to you all.

Steve gapes at your expressions. "Where is the shock? I was expecting shock and awe, people!"

"Steve, please don’t take this the wrong way. But I’m assuming we’ve all known for a while," Rich says gently. You all nod lightly in agreement.

"How?"

"Do you remember the types of girls who used to throw themselves at you? Like Becky Whale? Man, I would’ve killed for Becky Whale to throw something at me. But you never took them up on it," Lawrence elaborates.

Steve smiles around at all of you, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

“I had a crush on Eddie in high school,” he confesses.

Eddie pumps his fist lightly. “Fuck yeah.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Lawrence exclaims. “You just had to boost that ego, didn’t ya? I know pretty boys are great and all, but I’m the one with the big soft cuddles. People love big soft cuddles!”

Rich expands his arms as he brings you all in for a hug.

You kiss Steve gently on the cheek. “I’m proud of you, bud,” you whisper.

"Thank you guys, I just felt like it was time. And now that that's out of the way," Steve grunts as you all untangle yourselves. “I’m gonna go find Freddie. He said he’s taking me out to a club after this!”

He skips away with a grin, back towards Freddie, who catches your eye with a knowing smile and winks. It seems you weren’t the only band member who had found a fairy godmother in Mr. Mercury.

You all lightly laugh affectionately at your friend until Eddie and Lawrence wander off to scope out the food situation. You lean against the bar next to Rich, glancing around at the loud laughter erupting from the outgoing crowd. One person noticeably sticks out. A sullen John Deacon sits at the end of the bar, hunched over what looks like a glass of whiskey.

"Looks like he's in need of a friend," Rich surmises.

You tear your eyes away from the sorry sight to look at him. "They're around here somewhere," you shrug.

He rubs your arms up and down lightly before slinking into the crowd, knowingly leaving you alone.

You sneak a peek over at John. He runs one hand through his curls as the other absentmindedly stirs the straw of his sweating drink. You watch him sigh, bringing the glass to his lips and gulping down the spirit without so much as a wince.

Hesitantly making your way over to him, you rub your clammy hands over the expensive material of your dress. This is the opposite of avoidance, you scold yourself, silently willing your feet to change direction. But your willpower has seemingly left the building.

You carefully perch yourself on the stool next to his, as not to disturb his brooding. He glances over quickly, doing a double-take when he realizes who it is.

"Oh, hello there," he greets you with a small smile. "I didn't know you had arrived."

You nod your head lightly. "How could you? It seems you set up camp over here."

"Ah, yes," he breathes, straightening his posture. "Wasn't our best tonight, I'm afraid. Not much to celebrate."

You take a sip of your water as you continue to nod silently.

"Actually," he begins, angling his body towards yours, almost slipping off his stool as you notice his apparent intoxication. "I was thinking about that conversation we had. When I met your spritely grandfather."

"Oh?" you question. Keeping your face neutral even though your heart was already buzzing at the fact.

"Yes. Mostly about how naive I was—all that bloody nonsense about finding a home. Do me a favor and never take my advice, will you? You'll end up completely wrecking yours."

This was a bad idea.

"It's just- you draw these lines for yourself in the sand," he drawls, waving his hands about in front of him. "A stupid phrase, really. Where did it even come from?"

"The Bible," you tell him quietly.

He lets out a big sigh, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Well, it's gotten it wrong before, hasn't it?"

You simply hum an acknowledgment, too scared to probe for fear of where this was going.

"Anyway, you draw these lines. Moral, physical, promises you make to yourself, things you swear you’d never do, dreams to accomplish," he lists out. "But sand moves about, dunnit? It blows all over the place. Makes a mess. Gets in your sandwich. And those lines blur. Or fade away. And all of a sudden, you've crossed them without even knowing! Broken those promises. Skipped right over those dreams."

He's too far gone in his rant to register the growing panic sweeping across your features.

"You were right. Sometimes you look in the mirror, and it's just a complete stranger staring back at you, isn't it?"

Trying to keep your breathing steady, you stare at the crumbling man before you. He runs his large hands along his face before ducking back into his former position, signaling for the bartender to bring him another drink.

This is precisely why you should've stuck to your original plan. What were you supposed to say to the man who was so obviously hurting from his failed marriage? So much so that it was pouring out of him. You know that if it weren't for the alcohol, he wouldn't be confiding any of this to you.

But there was a reason the boys called you the mom of the group, and it wasn't because you were the only female. You feel a pang of need to comfort him. You gaze at him, not with pity, but an overwhelming sense of empathy for the man and make up your mind.

You clear your throat to answer, brushing away your own warnings about how it would only sink you deeper into your fascination with him.

"I was wrong, actually," you start as he brings his head up to look at you. "And you know what phrase I hate? That people don't change."

He furrows his brow but remains silent as you continue.

"Maybe we're not made up of lines in the sand. Maybe we're the wind?" You try not to cringe at yourself and your poor use of metaphor. "And winds sometimes blow in different directions... but that's okay because it's where life is supposed to take them." Falling silent, you decide to quit while you’re ahead.

You're not ahead. You're not even out of the gate. What the fuck was that?

A slow smile inches onto his face as he holds your stare. "How did you get so wise for someone your age," he teases.

"And what age would that be?"

His mouth opens and closes as he studies your face. "Twenty?"

"Mm, close. Twenty-four."

"Really?" he ponders. "Freddie mentioned you dropped out of university."

"Ah, yes. The university I could only go to after working to afford it," you explain.

He continues to stare, the look in his eyes shifting slightly as he takes you in. A look that matches the color and intensity of uncharted, open water. You need to get out of here.

"Well, that explains your extraordinary use of analogy then."

Dragging your eyes off of his, you glance around at the party you were missing. Gladly missing, unfortunately.

"I should go check on Steve. He's having a bit of a night," you tell him as you stand. "Try not to drown yourself in those," gesturing to the new glass of whiskey in front of him.

"How can I drown myself? I thought I was the wind," he points out with a grin.

Before any more banter can ensue, you simply smile and make your way back to your friends. Thinking to yourself that maybe lines in the sand weren't so bad. And that perhaps it was time for you to start drawing some of your own.

#john deacon #john deacon fic #john deacon imagine #john deacon x reader #angelofmydreams

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cyraen-ae · 3 years

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I’m slightly late for this week’s Hero Appreciation Day, but here are a few fun facts about the Varsen siblings in my Mechquest and Dragonfable game! Maybe at some point I’ll talk more about their AdventureQuest and AQW versions, but for now these are my favorites.

About their parents :

The Varsen father is called Aryn Varsen. He was a chronomancer who one day disappeared after an experiment gone wrong. His children don’t know whether he survived or not, but this left them apprehensive of chronomancy, despite being taught about it

The Varsen mother is called Leera Varsen, although it was a new name she adopted to hide. She was a refugee from a more controlling kingdom (the Thenastrin Imperium in Mechquest, the Magesterium in Dragonfable. Dunno about the other two games). Pre-Reset, she was a skilled engineer with intimate knowledge on melding magic and technology. Post-Reset, she kept those skills, becoming an artificer of sorts.

Leera suffered from intense paranoia and fear that people would betray her and sell her position to the kingdom she fled from. After her husband disappeared, she became certain that his disappearance was caused by those she was fleeing and went into hiding with her two child.

Thallen and Aleena spent most of their childhood without any social interactions as a result, only leaving the home once they were old enough to do so.

Aleena, being as hot headed as she is, left the home much earlier.

Mechquest facts :

Aleena loves listening to music when piloting her mecha. She modded her mecha’s cockpit to play music full volume to get her pumped up.

She’s also quite the good dancer as a result, as well as actually playing the electric guitar.

(this is in reference to me playing music whenever playing Mechquest due to its lack of prominent soundtrack)

As briefly mentioned in a previous post’s tags, Aleena is the Hero of Soluna in my playthrough.

Considering this, it means that the game starts in Thallen’s second year at GEARS.

While Aleena is the one in the frontlines doing all of the playable missions, Thallen isn’t just hanging back in Soluna.

During the war, he usually acted as mission control for Aleena. He’d stay in their ship orbiting the planet, or in a nearby area on the planet, and assist Aleena.

In most quests where the player gets message from the questgiver, in my version of it Thallen would be with them and chime in.

He also fixes Aleena’s mechs after the fights.

Additionally, Thallen picked up a bit of first aid from Nurse Helia so that he can patch up his sister whenever she narrowly misses an ejection because she got too confident.

He’s done the “if you die out there I’m coming into the afterlife just to chew you out for this!” type of trope to his sister over the comms quite a few time whenever she did something especially reckless.

aThallen and Aleena take house pride seriously and have a friendly rivalry going on.

I could 100% see Thallen as a questgiver in GEARS hanging out and giving the player quests to help him get components for his latest mech design, which would then be offered as a shop after the quest.

Perhaps I’ll commission art following that Dragonfable trend a while back of drawing OCs as NPCs for that at some point in the future

Dragonfable facts :

Thallen’s scarf bandana thing is soulwoven. It also has a small bird sigil embroidered on it that, while blue by default, will sometimes change colors to fit his mood (a canon feature of soulwoven cloth that I feel should be used more often because it sounds fun!)

It also used to belong to his mother, the embroidered bird being the symbol of the enchanter’s guild where she once worked before leaving.

For a while after getting Dragonlord customization, Thallen wore the crop-top renegade armor because I was like why not. Therefore I headcanon him as completely the sort of person who would casually wear a crop top.

Post-Reset, Thallen still has very vague memories of the Mechquest timeline, although they feel barely tangible and dreamlike. He will often get pangs of melancholy and solitude whenever something unconsciously reminds him of his after-work hours spent with Tek, who he hasn’t found post-Reset.

Tek actually appeared in Thallen’s version of the Aspenvale Academy dream sequence, in which she faced many disappearance glitches similar to Tomix. Thallen has been trying to understand and remember who this pink-haired woman was as a result, leaving him deeply perturbed.

Thallen is very involved in the Vind, being a member of the rebellion to an official level.

Meanwhile Aleena, while she assists the Vind during some missions, remains too withdrawn and hard to contact to be considered as a member of the Vind.

The only time Aleena has been actively helping in any scenario rather than appearing and disappearing in hit-and-run tactics is during the Proclamation War.

In there, Aleena has been bodyguarding the Golden Hand. Not out of care for them, but rather so she can keep an eye on them as she does not especially trust them.

And also so she can push them to be faster to limit the damage caused by the rifts.

She also frequently voices her distrust of the Rose during it.

She still limits interactions and keeps her helmet up during the whole war, so as to not break her Brass Angel vigilante persona.

I’ve been in a very Mechquest mood as of late, replaying through the whole game on Aleena, so as a result my mind was more on Mechquest facts. This could change by next week, we’ll see.

I’d have put more facts on their chronomancy, but I’ve already talked a bit about it in another post today

I’m thinking of writing up a timeline of events for the Varsen siblings going through the events of Dragonfable (and maybe one for MQ) and how it affected them personally, it’ll probably be made up for next week’s Hero Appreciation Day

#dragonfable #mechquest #hero appreciation day #thallen #aleena #this was written late #had a busy day #so my mind might be a bit messy with all the information #I hope it's still readable

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omniswords · 4 years

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whatever a sun will always sing (is this)

@imnin drew some really hecking cute lukanette art and instagram has been feeding us so naturally i had to write about it. also:

Juleka was supposed to be here. Again. And she wasn’t. Again.

Marinette was starting to get the feeling that maybe this was happening on purpose.

To be fair, the first time wasn’t on purpose; that was back when they were fourteen, and Juleka genuinely had forgotten that Marinette was supposed to come over with the leggings she’d mended. That wasn’t so bad; she’d spent the afternoon with Luka instead, and Luka was always fun to be around. He played all kinds of music for her to fill up all the empty spaces. He talked to her about everything from the classes he didn’t miss taking to the question of just how small they were compared to the rest of the universe. He even took selfies with her and let her post them to Instagram. Sometimes, if she was lucky, he’d give her a guitar lesson or two.

He was… he was a really good guy to be around. He was a good guy to be alone with.

Obviously Juleka must have thought so too; this was her brother they were talking about here. But then… Juleka had always been so quietly supportive when it came to everything about Adrien. Had something changed? Had she found out what Luka had said at the TV station just before Kitty Section’s debut? Or had she always known about Luka’s feelings, and started to feel guilty that she was helping to push Marinette in the other direction when they were in middle school?

Whatever the reason was, over the months, Juleka had become really good at “forgetting” to stick around whenever Marinette had something for her. And the first handful of times, it wasn’t so bad. Luka was almost always there to keep her company, with his collection of guitar picks and a pocket full of quiet, meaningful conversation. But then she’d made the stupid, stupid mistake of telling Adrien her feelings outright, like the brave soul she thought she was, and she’d made the stupid, stupid mistake of letting his rejection get to her. And she’d tried to do literally anything else to keep from thinking about it. And she’d channeled all her energy into making some new clothes—and when she came to the Liberty, Juleka wasn’t there to try them on.

And she’d sunk to her knees with the bag in her hands, and she’d cried. Like a baby. Like a crocodile.

And Luka was there. Just the way he always had been. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t take anything. He just gave. Just the way he always had given.

Well… it wasn’t entirely true that Juleka was never there. It was just that Marinette noticed the times she wasn’t home—the times she spent with Luka—more than the times she was. And that, as time went on, it seemed to happen more often. Juleka was there just enough times—the times that they actually scheduled pick-ups and drop-offs—for it not to bother her. Especially after the crying incident. And, well, Marinette wasn’t particularly upset if she popped over unannounced. It was on her, first of all, and besides that, Luka still made great company. And great music.

Which was exactly how Marinette found him this time when she made her way below deck: guitar in his lap, music notebook spread open beside him, the back of his head pressed against the wall. His eyes were closed, just the way they had been when she’d first met him a couple of years back, except this time, he didn’t look totally at peace. In fact, aside from that one incident with Bob Roth, it was probably the most frustrated she’d ever seen him. Which wasn’t to say he was never frustrated at all. He was just… impossibly good at hiding it.

She cleared her throat, just to let him know that she was there—he’d paid her the courtesy so many times in the past that it was only fair—and when he opened his eyes, she smiled and clambered up beside him on the bed. “Got something on the brain?” she asked by way of greeting, smoothing out the wrinkle in his brow with her thumb. It felt… intimate, doing that, and that was saying something considering the fact that she’d kissed his cheek at least twice.

Luka grinned right back and made room for her. “Everybody’s always got something on the brain,” he said. “We’d probably be dead otherwise.”

“Literally, or philosophically?”

Under his breath, he laughed. “Got something for Jules again?”

“Gee,” Marinette said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she held up a paper shopping bag. “How’d you guess?”

“You know where to leave it,” he replied with a playful roll of his eyes, but his expression melted into confusion when she set the bag on Juleka’s bed and came back to him. “Need to wait for her to try it on so you can make adjustments?”

“Nah.” Marinette scooted back, resting against the wall as she hugged her knees to her chest. “I just wanted to spend a little extra time with you before I go. If. If that’s okay. Is it okay? ‘Cause if it’s not okay, you know you can tell me—”

“Marinette,” he interrupted; he was always so good at doing that when she was about to spiral downward into yet another ramble. “It’s never not okay.”

The smile he gave her was reassuring enough. All his smiles seemed to do that, relaxed her so much that sometimes she felt like crumpling into tears. “Okay,” she murmured, shifting just a bit closer and resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on his guitar. “Tell me about your music, then. Are you working on a new song?”

“Sort of.” She couldn’t see his face, but something told her that knot in his brow was back. “D’you ever get that feeling when you’re designing? Where… you can see everything perfectly in your head, and you’ve got the motivation and the energy, but…” He strummed a sad-sounding chord. “There’s just a wall there. Keeping you from getting it out at all. You know what I mean?”

Marinette groaned. “I totally know what you mean.” And then, with a nervous laugh, “Sometimes I just keep at it until I get so frustrated I start crying, but. I’d never tell you to do that.”

“No, no,” he said, letting go of his guitar to gently cradle the back of her head and keep her close, and she relaxed instantly at the touch. It was so easy, being like this with him, and she still had no idea if she was supposed to thank Juleka or not. “Don’t you do that either, that’s not good for you.”

“I know,” she mumbled. “Usually my mom will come up and make me meditate with her, or Papa will call me down to decorate cookies or cakes with him. Just something to get my mind off of it, or get inspired by something else.” She flicked her gaze up. “Maybe that’s what you need?”

“Well, I was already inspired by something else.” If he kept stroking her hair like that—no matter how absentminded—she swore she was going to fall asleep. “Just something I read. That’s what made me want to write the song in the first place.” He let go, picked out a few notes and chords. “It’s supposed to sound unforgettable.”

She smiled, closed her eyes and felt the ripple of muscles in his arm as he played. “But your music’s already unforgettable.”

Luka laughed to himself, probably in thanks at her vote of confidence. “Nah, I mean… I mean like, ‘first kiss’ levels of unforgettable.”

Oh.

Marinette went quiet, felt a pit open up in her stomach. She tried not to shift too uncomfortably next to him, tried to play it off like she was just letting the words sink in. But with Luka, it was far too hard to hide things. Especially when he could play them out within seconds.

He didn’t. He only looked her way, concerned. “Marinette? Did I say something weird?”

“No, no!” She might have shaken her head a little too fast; it made her feel a little dizzy afterwards. “No, I was just… thinking.”

“About your first kiss?”

She laughed hollowly. “No, that’s… that’s complicated.” What was she supposed to tell him? That she’d only ever kissed someone—really kissed someone—twice, and that was only as a superhero? And that she couldn’t even remember one of them no matter how much she racked her brain for the memory? And that it had been something like two years and she couldn’t even remembeer what they felt like? And that, sometimes, it felt like it really had happened in some other timeline? Some other dimension? “I dunno. Maybe I haven’t really had it. It’s weird. It is weird, right?”

Luka fixed her with the sort of gaze that made her feel like he could dredge that memory right up. The kind that always made her feel like he really knew her. Knew the parts that no one else ever would. “I don’t think it’s weird that you’ve never been kissed before,” he said. “Or, I mean… I also don’t think it’s weird that you have… trouble, figuring out what your experiences are. What you want to claim. It’s hard.” He put his guitar aside. “Being a teenager is hard.”

“You can say that again.”

“Okay.” He grinned. “Being a teenager is hard.”

She gave him a good-natured shove, enough to make him topple over a little; sometimes she forgot her own strength, even out of costume. When he righted himself again, she went back to leaning on him, his arm comfortable around her waist. “Luka?” she said after a moment. “What was your first kiss like? Was it really unforgettable?”

Luka’s pauses were always thoughtful, and this one was no different. Instead of strumming his guitar, he traced idle patterns over her with his thumb, as if he were playing her instead. It tickled the first few times he’d done it, but eventually she’d gotten used to the feeling, and now it felt… safe. Special. Maybe even confusing. Was this a thing friends did? Could do?

Eventually, he said, “I guess so, but not in the way you’d think. It’s more that it’s just… stuck in my mind as a thing that happened to me.” He shrugged. “It was at some party. I figured I might as well be social with some of the kids in my grade, and of course Ma was all right with it. They were playing one of those games. You know the one.”

Marinette felt her face go hot and her stomach turn. She knew a few. “The one with the bottle?” she asked. “Or the one with the closet?”

“Kind of both. You spun the bottle, and then you had to go into a closet with the other person.” There was something in his voice that sounded almost… guilty. “The girl was nice, and I kinda liked her, but…” His fingers twitched. “It felt like everything was going so fast. I couldn’t keep up, even when I wanted to. And besides that, I… I guess, whatever magic you’re supposed to feel… I didn’t feel it. It was just somebody’s mouth on my mouth.” He took a deep breath that she felt more than heard. “I didn’t hate it. It was fine, I just… would do it over if I could.”

Marinette didn’t know what to say except, “Oh.” She didn’t want him to think she felt sorry for him, because she figured he didn’t want pity. It was just something that had happened to him, just something that he unpacked and felt for a while before he quietly put it away and moved on to the next thing. Part of her wished she were as good at reading hearts as he was. As good at calming them down. “Hey… Luka?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want a do-over?” She didn’t know what had possessed her to ask. She just wanted to. Because they were comfortable, and here, and right. It was right. And it was probably exactly what Juleka wanted to happen while she was gone.

Luka didn’t answer at first, only slid his arm away enough for her to wonder if she’d said something wrong. When she turned to him, he was giving her that deep stare again. The soul-reading kind. The kind that made her wonder if his heart was pounding in his head the way hers was. “Do you want something to claim?”

Marinette held her breath, looked from his eyes to his lips and back again, and nodded. “If that’s okay.”

His face broke into a smile. “It’s never not okay.”

It wasn’t as though she’d never thought about kissing Luka. It had come up sometimes, little blips in her middle-school brain that sometimes felt like betrayal. And then, as the months passed, it felt less like betrayal, and more like possibility, until one day she caught herself daydreaming about it in her literature class. His hands on her face, his lips moving with hers, his breathy laughs fanning across her cheek before he went in for more on her front doorstep, just out of her father’s sight. Just like the ones she’d seen on TV through the spaces between her fingers. It made her relieved that her teacher had them sitting in reverse alphabetical order, so that she could be completely mortified and flustered and curious all the way in the back of the class.

This wasn’t like that at first. Not the daydream kissing. Not the TV kissing. His lips were trembling as soon as they touched hers, barely-there and delicate, asking over and over for permission. It wasn’t until she granted it with a firmer press of her mouth that he tilted his head, cradled her cheek, sighed all the tension out through his nose. And Marinette supposed, even then, even after they both relaxed into it, that it wasn’t daydream kissing, or TV kissing. It was just kissing. With Luka. Quiet, and soft, and uncertain, and real.

He’d barely pulled back before he whispered, “I know it’s selfish, but I really wanna do that again.”

She didn’t realize she’d curled her fingers into the front of his band shirt until she let go. “Then do it again,” she whispered back.

This time, Luka didn’t hesitate. He trapped her there in the best possible way, pausing just so after each kiss like, for some reason, he couldn’t believe this was happening. She wasn’t sure if this still counted as a first, or if they were tumbling headlong into seconds and thirds and fourths. But it was happening still, and all those knots in her stomach coursed all the way through her blood, and when she moved closer to meet him, she felt his hands at her waist, tugging her along until she was seated in his lap. and her fingers were laced behind his neck. Like he was the trapped one. Like he’d always wanted to be, or, perhaps, like he always had been when it came to her.

This was better than bottles and closets, better than demon butterflies and cataclysmic lipstick, better than things she wished she could forget and remember all at once. This was enough for her to wonder about the exact moment that a daydream became a memory, or if they could ever be one and the same, or if her teacher could read her mind when she thought about it in the back of that old classroom.

Eventually, he slowed them down, took that quiet lead the way he somehow always managed to. One, two, three more delicate kisses, and he pulled back for regrettable good, their noses and forehead pressed together. She wasn’t sure if he was looking at her, or with what kind of love, but she was too comfortable to want to open her eyes and find out.

It was the closest it felt to TV, and Marinette wanted to play it over and over and over.

“How was that?” he finally said to break the silence as she sat back. His voice was just loud enough to be more than a whisper. He held the words between the two of them, like he trusted her to carry them in her heart. To carry him in her heart, too.

Marinette pressed her lips together in a firm line to try and keep from smiling, but she failed anyway. “Pretty unforgettable.”

Yeah. It was the kind of thing he could write songs about.

The first thing she thought, while he was smiling back at her like that, was, I don’t want to forget again.

The second thing she thought was, uh oh.

#lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #peace signs and fades into the abyss

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musicthatmadeus · 3 years

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Folklore by Taylor Swift: An Album Review

by: (Older) Justine Choy

Taylor Swift’s music had always had a place in life. I remember watching her music videos play on MTV when I was a kid and singing my heart out to her most popular songs. However, I never really fully got into her music until she released folklore in July 2020. This record came in the perfect time of my life, when I was feeling extremely helpless and out of control due to the pandemic. I had this album on repeat the first few weeks it came out, and whenever I listened to it from beginning to end, I always felt more hopeful than I had been at the start.

The album begins with the 1, starting with simple piano chords that deftly build up sound through plucking guitar notes and casual drum beats. When Taylor Swift sings the opening line “I'm doing good/I'm on some new sh*t,” I immediately burst into tears. I wish that I, too, were doing good. (Or doing well, if we’re being grammatically correct. But that’s besides the point.) The simple production of limited instruments complements the heart-wrenching narrative of the lyrics as Swift wistfully laments on the one that got away. This song sets up the melancholic tone and pensive atmosphere of the rest of the record and is the perfect track to open the album with.

cardigan is the second track and lead single of the record. However, I found its production to be both lacking and underwhelming. The instrumentation stays constant throughout the entire song, with little to no variation in its inflection. The repeated piano riffs almost sound monotonous, and there is very little musical build-up throughout the song. The only thing that salvages the song is its lyrics, with poetic phrases such as “But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss/I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs.”

the last great american dynasty is a masterclass in storytelling, and it is one of the more outstanding tracks on the record. The song starts softly, with percussive piano notes and gentle drum beats moving the song forward at the beginning. The production slowly builds up throughout the song and creates an atmosphere that perfectly captures the tragic elegance and polish of Rebekah Harkness.

exile is a piano ballad that features Bon Iver acting as Swift’s estranged lover. The melody is a bit repetitive, and its monotony is further accentuated as the piano imitates every pitch of the vocals. The bridge is the best part of the song, and it makes listening to the plodding of the previous verses worth it. The production swells as the piano switches from playing notes to chords. Iver and Swift’s voices match perfectly, neither overpowering the other. Their anguish is evident in lyrics such as “You didn't even hear me out (You didn't even hear me out)/You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs).” The overall track sounds fairly cliche, but is still somewhat interesting to listen to.

The fifth song, my tears ricochet, is my least favorite track in the album, and I often skip it whenever I listen to the whole record. Choir-like vocalizations and soft synths make up the production of the track. The melody is repetitive and the narrative of the lyrics is cluttered. The only redeeming part of this song is Swift’s vocal performance, as it showcases her vocal range and shows how far she has come since her debut album.

mirrorball is an atmospheric piece that impeccably captures the feeling of high school angst and unsettled identity. Airy guitar chords resonate through soft drumming and chiming tambourines. With lines such as “I'm a mirrorball/I can change everything about me to fit in,” Swift flawlessly utilizes both the lyrics and the production to convey a narrative of unsteadiness and uncertainty.

The seventh track on the record, aptly titled seven, tells the story of looking back on a childhood friend. Swift’s breathy vocals, combined with the simple piano and guitar instrumentation, create a foggy, hazy atmosphere that perfectly conveys the theme of memory and nostalgia. The production builds up slowly throughout the song, emphasizing points in the narrative that are saturated with wistfulness and sentimentality. With Swift singing lines such as “Passed down like folk songs/The love lasts so long,” the overall song imbues feelings of reminiscence and longing to even its most callous listeners.

august tells the story of a short-lived summer romance. Gentle guitar strumming and resonant drum beats create a warm and hazy ambience befitting the narrative of the lyrics. Feelings of longing and affection are apparent in lines like “Salt air, and the rust on your door/I never needed anything more.” Swift’s echoey vocals, paired with the atmospheric production, give the track an enticing sense of pining and intrigue.

this is me trying is a melancholic song that has Swift repeatedly stating “I just wanted you to know that this is me trying.” A feeling of repetitiveness and an eagerness for reconciliation are evident in the circular, iterative form of the melody. Buzzing synths and sonorous brass horns create a soundscape that is quietly grandiose. The bridge, composed of the quickly-spat lines “And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound/It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you/You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town” make the track’s setting vivid and specific: I could almost imagine the song play out like a movie in my head.

The next track, illicit affairs, has a deceptively calm production that contradicts the intense narrative of the lyrics. It opens with peaceful guitar plucking, and soft vocals and quiet synths enter as the song goes on. The almost serene instrumentation makes the fervor of the bridge much more impactful, as Swift wails “Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"/Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me.” illicit affairs contains all of the conflicting emotions a person in an affair would feel, and Swift masterfully utilizes both the lyrics and the instrumentation to tell this story in a compelling way.

invisible string opens with tranquil guitar plucking, similar to that of the previous track. This is where the similarities stop: while illicit affairs is about heartbreak, invisible string tells the story of an inevitable sort of love. The track sounds quiet yet upbeat due to the ascending nature of its musical form. The minimal instrumentation makes the song sound warm and intimate. Listening to this song makes me want to experience being in love, and it thaws my heart even on the worst of days.

mad woman is not my favorite track on folklore. It sounds a bit monotonous, and its production offers nothing different from what the previous songs on the record had. The narrative is rather intriguing; however, its redundant production does not do its lyrics any justice. The constant, plodding piano riff and incongruent drum beats distract from Swift’s vocal performance. If this track was taken off the record, I would not feel sorry for it.

epiphany is Swift’s ode to both her grandfather and the frontliners of the pandemic. It is a beautiful tribute of a song, with atmospheric organ-like synths and choral vocal hymns. The lyrics are poetic and poignant, with lines such as “Someone's daughter, someone's mother/Holds your hand through plastic now.” Swift crafts vignettes of fragility cut through with a sharp sense of bleakness. It is a very emotional song that always leaves me raw after listening to it.

The fourteenth track, betty, is reminiscent of Swift’s country roots. It is an extremely fun song to belt (I know this from experience), with a compelling narrative about teenage love and heartbreak. Warm-sounding guitar plucking and full-rounded piano chords create a sentimental atmosphere that supports Swift’s earnest and heartfelt lyrics. A harmonica adds an extra layer of bluesy sound to the production. The music modulates at the last chorus, wonderfully reinforcing the turning point of the plot. Lines such as “But if I just showed up at your party/Would you have me? Would you want me?” capture the youthful vibe of the story and makes listening to this track almost like hearing a coming of age movie.

peace is my absolute favorite song of Taylor Swift’s. Its production stands out from all of the others on the album. While the other tracks rely on atmospheric guitars and resonant drum beats to create a dreamy ambience, peace creates a quiet soundscape through warm, strumming basses and a beeping drum machine that almost sounds like warning tones. Swift’s lyrics contradict the tranquil quality of the music, with beautiful, poetic lines such as “The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me/Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?” The breathy, soft vocals perfectly combine with the tenderness of the music to create a mood that is both fond and uncertain.

The last track on the record, hoax, is a light piano ballad composed of gentle vocals and delicate piano riffs. Swift’s lyrics tell a story of hurt and hopelessness, with lines dripping with fragile coarseness such as “Stood on the cliffside screaming, "Give me a reason"/Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in.” Although it is not the most optimistic, its subdued emotions and melancholic tones make it the perfect song to close the album with.

folklore is a welcome departure from Swift’s usually overproduced albums. It is a beautifully-written, cohesive-sounding record that is both hauntingly pensive and wistfully hopeful. The production on this record has greatly influenced my taste in genres and musical aesthetics, and I find myself often reaching to listen to this album whenever I get bored of listening to other songs. folklore is a masterpiece of an album, and I would give anything to have the chance to listen to it for the first time all over again.

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ditch-witches · 4 years

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Eyeliner II (Dean-Charles Chapman Smut)

thank you to the darling @chokopieeater for the gorgeous moodboard. i love you

(PART ONE)

requested: yes/no (I am but y'all's humble servant.)

pairing: band member!Dean-Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: smut shit, lots of filler crap as well

word count: 4k (º-º)

a/n: I just wanna thank my girl, Iv, again and that superior 5sos album for getting me through this.

After your first date, you and Dean became inseparable, quickly falling head over heels into your relationship. It had gotten to the point where even when you weren’t with him, he was always on your mind. Little things reminded you of him like the incessant pencil tapping or pen clicking from the guy sitting beside you during lab or your green sweater that he always seems to compliment and can’t stop touching whenever you wear it.

You could be gone for hours on end, not intentionally, but because of Dean’s shitty car. You didn’t know what make or model but it was some kind of Frankenstein’s motor-monster and you never complained about it. Most of the time it had a mind of its own, and Dean had made it his mission in life to tango with its independence from him. There would be times when he’d be driving the two of you to a movie or dinner---the both of you attempting to talk over the loud radio that had only two volumes: ear rape and silent---when it would just sputter out and die, leaving the two of you to walk towards the next town over in hopes of finding a gas station. In complete honesty, you enjoyed the car. It gave you more time with Dean, who never seemed to get frustrated at it. Whenever it did break down, you always expected to look over and see him red in the face, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel too hard, but instead you received a shrug and him holding his hand out to help you out of the piece of shit. That was another thing, the passenger side door was stuck shut so you had gotten pretty good at slipping in and out of the window. Dean claimed it was because the car was meant to race; “a stallion” to be more specific.

You knew the door was just rusted shut.

When you weren’t pushing the stallion to the nearest auto parts store on a Friday night, you and Dean found yourselves cooped up in one of your apartments or out with a group. Your friend still insisted on going to each of the band’s shows, which you really didn’t mind anymore, especially since you got to experience Dean’s confidence on stage being the one that mirrors his confidence in the bedroom. Your friend knew you and Dean had gone out a few times, but you were positive she wasn’t aware of just how much the two of you were together. And that you were thankful of, knowing full well she would blow everything completely out of proportion and make you think too much about having him around.

One day, when your late afternoon classes were canceled due to the professor’s spontaneous trips to Israel, you had the perfect opportunity to tangle yourself up with Dean. The warm glow in the room mixed with your after sex bliss as Dean lazily strummed a guitar (often finding ways to catch your attention with old riffs from The Cure, his favorite being Lovesong), propped up on the window seat tucked in the corner beside his bed. His curls, rather wild and untamed from the lack of hair product and working from your fingers. His eyes seeming brighter as the light from outside drew lines across his face. You twisted in his comforter to stretch your back as you watched him furrow his brows in an attempt at pulling chords from his memory and matching them with others.

You could prop your chin in your hand and listen to him hum slightly, in his own little world, until the end of time if you were given the opportunity. His voice was always slightly raspier, especially in moments like this. His acoustic versions, especially of the Cure, had become your favorite, mainly because you knew they were just for your ears and something about having such intimate gifts from him made your moods fuzzy and soft. The first time you stayed over, you were surprised there hadn’t been sheet music thrown about, expecting to find it shoved in awkward hiding spots of his room, but it was mainly on the window seat, where he usually played, or his desk on the other side of the room. You loved seeing him finally getting something he was happy with or constructing a lyric he liked and feverishly looking for clean space in his notebook to write it down before he forgot and it was gone forever. He seemed to have been writing a lot lately.

“Did you ever play an instrument?” He asked, his eyes darting up to look at you through his long eyelashes as he threw the notebook and pencil on the ground next to him. “I mean, besides in marching band.”

You snorted at his question. “Oh gosh. You’re gonna make fun of me,” you quipped.

“I thought that’s what we did, gorgeous?” He answered with a smug look on his face. “Come on, tell me.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I used to be really into the Dixie Chicks, so I learned how to play the banjo.”

He laughed in disbelief. “No.”

“Yes,” you nodded, wincing slightly.

He giggled. “Wait,” he wet his lips and sat up slightly, beginning to strum an all too familiar song. “You’re going to have to help me with the words.”

“Dean, stop-”

“CoWbOy, TAKE ME AWAY-” You bolted from his bed and took the guitar from him as he giggled, grinning at you like an idiot. You took a seat across from him, tucking one of your ankles under your leg and shivering slightly, only Dean’s t-shirt and your shorts to keep you warm after being bundled up for so long. You rested the guitar in your lap and Dean crossed his legs, scooting closer to you.

“Never do that again,” you grumbled and he laughed again, lacing his fingers together. “Since you always play for me…” You strummed your hand across the wires, the instrument feeling more foreign than when you picked up a flute last year for the first time since high school. You chuckled shortly, “I’m a little rusty.” Dean couldn’t help but beam as you blushed mildly, beginning to play what you could remember of I Believe in Love’s chorus. As you sang lightly, trying not to seem like you were putting much effort behind what you were doing, you caught his gaze and he inhaled rather sharply, his eyes dancing with softness as he watched you. You smirked slightly as he watched you closely, seemingly loving every second of your short song, physically gushing as he usually bright smile eased blissfully. You finished, looking at him with a sarcastic, “Taddah.”

He leaned forward, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to close the space between you, searing the moment into your memory with a kiss you could feel in your toes. He always kissed you like everything was relying on the way he did it. With Dean, every kiss mattered, but this kiss seemed to encompass everything he wanted to say. The sweet taste of your vanilla chapstick blended with the smell of his cologne as his warm breath flared over your cheek. You sighed against his lips moving your hands into his hair and relishing his actions.

You don’t remember getting home that night, but as you damn near floated into your apartment, you figured not even your essay due the next day could ruin your mood. Of course, that was until you realized your friend had gotten home before you and was standing in the kitchen with a juice box. Your eyes went slightly wide at the shock and she tilted her head. “Where’ve you been?” Her smirk meant she knew exactly where you were.

You shrugged slightly, “Studying. I had the afternoon off.”

“It’s seven.”

“...Right…” Your eyes darted around the room.

She bit back a wider grin before moving around the counter towards you. “Must have gotten a lot of homework done then. What subject? Anatomy?” You rolled your eyes at her joke and she pulled you into a hug, fully welcoming you home before leaning back from you quickly. You looked at her with furrowed brows and she narrowed her eyes. “You smell familiar…”

You chuckled. “Am I not supposed to?”

“No, you smell familiar, but not like you. You smell like Dean.” You pursed your lips together, looking at her like she was crazy. “Dean’s still the one you’re sneaking around with!” Her expression flipped on a dime to excitement and she giggled. “I KNEW IT.”

“STOP.”

“Jeez, that’s why he’s so happy. I mean, more than usual.” You sighed as she continued. “God it totally makes sense though. That why he ALWAYS LOOKS AT YOU LIKE HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU-”

“QUIT. HE’S NOT IN LOVE WITH ME.”

“Dean wants to marry you. He wants to kiss you. He wants to lOooVe you,” she teased, dancing slightly to her own song. You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose between your index finger and thumb. “How is your boyfriend, anyway? I’m assuming that’s where you were today.” You threw your bag down on one of the kitchen chairs.

“He’s not my boyfriend, cut it out,” you grumbled.

“Sure seems like it. You blush every time I say his name,” she jeered, her voice still sing-songy as she moved back into the kitchen.

The fact that Dean wasn’t your boyfriend seemed to echo through your mind until his next show, which happened to be in a much larger venue. You weren’t sure how you felt about coming to the realization that the two of you had never really set a label. Did you even want a label? The two of you hadn’t really been keeping your relationship private, but maybe it was for a bigger reason that you had given thought to. You and your little sidekick in the shape of your best friend made your way to the venue, her almost tripping over her shoes a few times with excitement. There weren’t any seats, in fact, the place reminded you of a warehouse and it made complete sense having been set up by the bassist and the drummer when Dean and the other guitar player just had to trust the guys. You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that it was incredibly packed. A sense of pride rushed through you, proud of the band slowly climbing the ladder yet still keeping it fun. You also knew Dean would be feeding off this high for at least a week after the show.

Your friend dragged you to the front by the tight grip she had on your arm, landing the two of you in almost the front row. The people around you smelled like beer and were already cheering and yelling, making you laugh slightly. Anytime college kids had the opportunity to throw each other around to punk music, they would. Your friend smiled at her phone before clicking it off and shoving it in her pocket, looking over the crowd and waving her arm in the air. You furrowed your brows, attempting to see who or what she was trying to wave down. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she commented, biting back a grin and putting her arm down. You shook your head at her and someone came around you to pull her into his arms. She giggled wildly as he kissed her. You recognized him as the drummer. The two had been very vocal about their whereabouts after she had given him her number. Dean was at your side, giving your arm a nudge and furrowing his brows at the two, probably mimicking your expression. “What are you guys doing out here?” She asked, through a bright smile. You scoffed like she didn’t just wave them down.

“Relax, no one knows it’s us,” Dean joked from beside you. “They came for the booze.” He seemed oddly calm for such a big event, but there was something off about him. The two laughed at him before joining in their own conversation. Dean leaned closer to your ear, “Can we go somewhere?” You nodded and followed him away from the crowd and towards the backstage area before turning towards a bathroom. You looked around the space, it was disgusting but you didn’t mind.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. There was definitely something wrong. Was he nervous? “Are you okay?” His usually bright face was smothered with slight worry. You could tell he wanted to reach out to you.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

He bit his lip. “I don’t know, you’ve gotten weird… Did I do something?”

You scoffed, shaking your head quickly. “No, I just…” You ran a hand through your hair and he watched you closely, the same look flashing behind his eyes as when you were playing for him. “She found out about us and,” you shrugged, “it just got me thinking.”

Dean fought against his smirk as he took a step towards you. “That’s never a good thing, love,” he joked, making the tension lighten. “What were you thinking about?”

You scoffed. “It’s not really a big deal-”

His eyebrows picked up. “Quit.”

“Did I become a groupie?” You asked, a smile playing on your lips, causing him to give into his grin. You hated to do this before his show, but it didn’t seem to bother him.

“Are you also fucking the other guys?” He sarcastically quizzed, his arms finally moving to rest on your shoulders before sliding down so his hands settled on your neck, the cool metal of his rings bringing enticing goosebumps to litter your skin. You looked up at him, quietly wishing you could take him home around this time. Damn, were you really this whipped?

“I mean, the bass guy has been looking awfully yummy lately…” You mocked, your eyes dancing between his lips and his bright blue eyes. He chuckled at your answer.

“Do you wanna be just a groupie?” He asked in more of a whisper.

You were surprised as your tone matched his. “No…”

“Fine, can I be your boyfriend?” He smiled into his question and your gaze snapped to his. “I wanna be your fucking boyfriend, okay.” His tone was so light you couldn’t help but laugh.

His thumb brushed against your jaw, making you melt. “Good.” You grabbed onto the front of his jacket, finally bringing his lips to yours. You made sure this kiss counted more than all your previous ones for him. You could practically taste the relief pulsing through him as his hands moved into your hand. The noise around you died away as you stood on your toes, feet fitting between his sneakers to bring him closer to your body.

He pulled away rather reluctantly, pressing his lips against yours a few times between attempting to talk to you. “I have to quit before I get carried away,” he groaned, kissing your cheek and jaw.

You chuckled. “Promise to get carried away later then?”

“I swear on my life,” he practically growled in your ear. He was back to being Dean again. He pulled away to look you in the eye. “You are so beautiful, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you. He giggled. “Alright, go get on stage, lover boy.”

He leaned forward to kiss you briefly again before beginning to back out of the bathroom. “To be clear, I’m not going because you told me to. I’m going because I have to, okay?” He joked.

“Dean.” He sent you one last wink before slipping out the door, leaving you to finally grin like an idiot in peace. You joined your friend’s side again and the look she gave you was more than all-knowing as you shook your head at her again. As the band took to the stage, the crowd roared with excitement. Dean was wrong. They had come for them. Maybe it was Dean’s accent because each time he attempted to talk or swore during a song, the girls in the crowd would scream their heads off.

There was something about Dean’s performance tonight that was different for you. Maybe it was the rise he was getting out of everyone and the fact that he was going home with you. You bobbed to the music slightly, your mind flashing to the afternoons with Dean. The grungy man before you, eyeliner smudging from the heat of the lights and exertion of adrenaline, looked different and oozed with confidence that was somehow even more attractive to you now, but when he would grin at one of his bandmates or a sign in the crowd, he was exactly the same. He had made sure to find you in the crowd rather quickly, sending you flirty smirks and a wink every so often. God, he really knew what he was doing. There were times during the set when the bassist would introduce the next song as Dean would take a sip of beer or a puff of the guitarist’s cigarette and the girls behind you would make a comment about being jealous of whatever his lips had touched, making you laugh slightly---a fact you would have told him if you hadn’t known he would bring it up every chance he got.

After the show, the two of you barely made it up the stairs to his apartment before wrapping around each other, hungry to relieve the sexual tension between you during the show. You knew Dean was still running on performer’s high, and you were thankful. Your hands knotted in his hair as the taste of alcohol and cigarettes invaded your senses to blend with the smell of the concert on you both. Your back pressed against his bedroom door as you practically yanked his jacket off his arms, tugging his shirt over his head as he smashed his lips against yours in a disarray of teeth and hair. He slipped his hands under your shirt, pulling it off as well, his lips finding his favorite part of your neck. You moaned as his teeth clashed against your skin, his hand moving to grasp at your breast as he pressed you harder against the door. You ground your hips against him, feeling the wetness between your legs begin to pool.

You pushed off the wall, dragging him with you to the bed. As you fell back into the soft comforter, Dean climbed over you smiling before you locked your lips against his, your tongue pressing into his mouth with a neediness that he seemed to reciprocate as his fingers moved to your zipper, lightly unfastening your pants before dragging them down your thighs and over your ankles. He stood between your legs, getting ready to remove his rings. “Uh-uh,” you almost hissed, making him look up at you smugly. “Leave ‘em on.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, his smirk making you melt as he hooked his arms around your thighs, his head dipping down.

“As you wish,” he divulged, his breath hot against your core before he began nipping at the skin of your inner thigh. He was in complete control as his mouth moved to press against your clothed center. You moaned slightly, a grin spreading across your face as your head tilted back, his tongue moving against you, drawing patterns as he applied pressure with it. He broke away from you sliding his hands between the fabric of your waistband and skin, your underwear soon falling to the floor. As he settled back into his previous position, you ran your fingers into his hair, pushing it off his forehead so you could fully see his eyes. He flashed you another smug look before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking slightly before slipping his middle finger into you.

“Fuck,” you hissed, your legs wanting to clamp shut around him as he began to curl his finger inside of you, moving to draw a reaction out of you with each of his actions. He flattened his tongue against your core and moved his head from side to side for more friction. You groaned again, needing more of him, which he seemed to notice as he added another digit. You could now feel the rings at the edge of your entrance, giving you a new sensation to moan over. The tension within you tightened as he continued, his tongue lapping against you, bringing you closer to the edge. “Dean, I’m close,” you almost whined, moving your hips to grind against his tongue.

He chuckled and leaned away from you, slipping his fingers into his as you leaned up to tug off his jeans. You scoffed as he connected your lips together again. “You haven’t been wearing underwear this whole time?”

He smiled into your kiss, pushing you back onto the mattress. “No one but you has to know,” he joked.

“Ew, Dean!” You giggled as he kissed your jaw and laughed at your comment. He pulled one of your legs to rest against his hip and positioned himself before you as you drug a hand through his hair. He met your gaze again and despite the fact that he still looked like his rockstar persona, the sparkle in his eye was consistent with the Dean that you would be confident in introducing to your parents one day. He reached a thumb up to brush against your cheek before kissing you softly, a sweet gesture that forced you to wrap yourself around his arms. He pressed into you, fitting against you almost too perfectly as he moaned, bringing music to your ears. He broke away from you only to settle a kiss beside your ear and against your shoulder, beginning to thrust into you. His breath fanned over your chest and you sighed in pleasure. His hand fisted the sheets beside the two of you as he ground his hips against yours. You moved beneath him wanting to find the right angle to push yourself over the edge. You tightened around him, drawing another moan out of him. If the man could be in your ear for the rest of your life, you would thank whatever higher being allowed it to happen every second you could.

He pulled your hips towards him more, driving himself deeper into you and reaching where you needed him most. “Don’t stop,” you moaned, kissing him again as he smiled. You began to feel every inch of him as he moved inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with each of his thrusts. You kissed his jaw softly, your fingers drifting to the curls at the base of his head again. Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure. As he sank into the covers next to you, you couldn’t fight the smile playing on your lips. One of his arms jutted out to pull your back against his chest, wrapping himself around you and sighing into your hair. His lips brushed against your shoulder blade softly and you tucked into his arms more.

“Thank you for coming to my show,” he mumbled from behind you.

You smirked. “It was like pulling teeth, getting me there,” you answered sarcastically, hearing him laugh lightly.

“I meant the first time. I’m glad you didn’t end up as a groupie,” he hummed, joking rather lazily and you knew he was drifting off. You rolled your eyes with a grin, your hand moving to rest over his, lacing your fingers together.

“I’m glad, too,” you quipped, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep as well.

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