#I even listen to pop sometimes!!! (I mean not radio pop but still)

[thatdykepunkslut]

Taylors wift is just elon musk for horse girls and gays who are afraid of faggots

#punkblogging #if any of y'all call me a fucking misogynist for this #I literally almost exclusively listen to women fronted bands it's not because she's a woman #I even listen to pop sometimes!!! (I mean not radio pop but still) #she is just fucking lame as a human being and she's an awful songwriter and an industry plant in the exact same ways as musk #I could say this about most men in the music industry as well but no one is out here fucking worshipping... idek I literally #do not know enough men fronted bands to put together an example

[leonw4nter]

Hi🌸

I saw that you were accepting requests so I have one for you. How about bringing husband Leon to the reader's high school reunion? The reader is kind of happy to bring Leon to his old classmates but Leon is so handsome and all that your old acquaintances are wondering why your marriage happened in the first place.

I was thinking about Leon re4r or id, but you can choose anyone!🌸

A Playlist for My Dream High School Romance

Husband!ID!Leon x GN!Reader

Plain Jane: this is what you were in high school, though you didn’t really mind since there was more to being the most beautiful or the most outgoing in school. You always thought you dressed well; not the most fashionable but enough to look decent for school. You also looked fine, not too ugly or too beautiful with the round red framed glasses on your face. The lack of romantic experiences in high school sometimes bothered you but you didn’t mind it overall; you’ve seen the drama of high school romance in your classmates and ultimately decided that staying single is the best option for now… though sometimes you envied it when girls received flowers from their boyfriends or when you saw couples fill out the dance floor and slow danced during the prom. As a dramatic teen, you wailed to your pillow about how you’d never find the love of your life because you were too boring and how you’d always be the third wheel for every couple you’ll meet– hell, you were even confessed to because the boy was double-dog-dared to! You swore that you were destined to only daydream about falling in love with the man of your dreams, dancing under the rain or receiving carnival prices only scenarios that unfolded while you’re fast asleep.

Little did they know, they’d have the maker of their dreams to wake up to in the future; scenes ripped out of a romance novel were no longer bound within the confines of dreams. Leon was more than you’d asked for in the best way possible; he is more than just the beautiful combination of blond and blue, no. The first time you saw him, you thought he looked perfect, the epitome of beauty and charm. As you two got closer and he let you into his life and laid bare his scars for you, you saw that he is not a perfect man– far from it actually– yet you still loved him, maybe even more and much fiercely. You understood and listened to all his stories, accepted him for how he is, the same way he did with you.

Leon’s wedding ring momentarily flashed a bright gold as sunlight reflected from the band, his hands on the wheel as he drove you to your high school. A little nervous was an understatement for how antsy you’re feeling, though you found it stupid to feel this way since these people somewhat remember you and you’re just visiting the school– you literally went to this school for four years and managed to survive each time. Leon stopped the car at a red light, upbeat pop music playing faintly on the radio. He turned to look at you and saw you bouncing your leg, eyes focused and brows furrowed as you stared out on the road. You snapped out of the negative flurry of thoughts troubling you, jerking slightly as you felt Leon’s large hand on your shoulder.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Leon says as he sees you mentally pop back into the car with him. “You okay?”

You nod, giving him a half-smile as you place a hand on top of his that was perched on your shoulder.

“Yeah, just a little nervous,” you say. Just before you could let Leon say another word, you decide to speak up about whatever was bugging you.

“It’s a little stupid, I know. I mean– I went to school with most of these people for about 4 years and managed to do just fine. God, it’s silly of me to be nervous–”

“Hey,” Leon softly interrupts. “It’s only natural for you to be nervous about this. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen them and you’re expecting change in how they act and look and you’re not sure in what way they’ve changed.”

“Yeah that too but… you know, what if I’m like– too boring again?”

“Too boring?” Leon says in a confused yet gentle tone. “Honey, you’re not ‘too boring’ and if they think so then they can buzz off.”

Leon’s words caused some confidence to stir within you, feeling a little better about yourself. This isn’t like high school anymore. You got this! You got this!

Since the red light switched to green, Leon had to withdraw his hand from your shoulder and put it on the brake handle for the car to start moving again.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. If someone’s bothering you, just yelp and I’ll beat them up.” Leon joked.

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After a few minutes of Leon driving and hyping yourself up some more, he finally arrives at the school and pulls up into the parking lot. After a few moments of choosing the perfect spot to park, he gets out of the car first in order to open the door for you, which you thanked him for.

You two walked into the entrance and you looked around. Not a lot has changed, not even the color of the paint on the walls though you realized that they probably gave it a fresh coat since it looked much more vibrant than what your memory told you to expect. The lockers were still where they were when you still went to this school but they no longer had the scratched paint and rusting locks, along with the residue of glue from stickers that had been forcefully peeled off.

“Silverlake High School’s Silver Archers,” Leon quietly mutters to himself. “Your school’s mascot is an archer?”

“Yeah. Though we didn’t have an archery club, which I found kinda silly,” you respond.

Leon hums and continues to look at the trophy case, occasionally reading some things out loud.

“Honey look,” Leon says. “I found you!”

He points to a small picture in the case; it was you with your ratty old glasses and a silver medal around your neck, a small trophy on your hands along with some flowers. You lit up as you looked at that image, the memory clear as day; you had won second place in the inter-school extemporaneous speech competition with other neighboring high schools. You shared this fact with Leon, whose eyebrows flew to his hairline as he looked at you and then the case and back to you again, thoroughly impressed.

“I wifed up a genius,” Leon exclaims. “So you managed to win a competition where they asked the world’s most pressing questions and only gave you a minute to compose your answer in front of everybody? And you had to make sure that your answer would fit in 6 minutes? God you’re so cool.”

You giggled a little bit at that, suddenly feeling like the coolest person in this entire Earth. You thought that this win is truly a feat but these facts coming from Leon’s mouth? Your husband saying it? It was as if you were doing his job, saving the world and fighting off the stuff of nightmares with a pistol; it sounded even more impressive coming from him. Now, he was taking his phone out to take pictures of the other awards you’ve won that were displayed on the case.

“Leon, we gotta hurry. The reunion might’ve started already!”

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Luckily, you two made it on time. Like magic, you were less anxious compared to earlier and managed to find the courage to even greet some of your classmates. Leon was proud that you were breaking out of your shell to greet them, really feeling it with each laugh and conversation shared with some old acquaintances.

“Oh? Who’s that? He’s hot,” your classmate asks. “Never seen him around before. I wonder if he’s single.”

You turn around to where she’s pointing, only to see that she was pointing at Leon. Your husband. Oh he sure as hell isn’t single.

“Oh him? He’s Leon. My husband,” you say. You weren’t one to get jealous but to hear your classmate call Leon ‘hot’ and wonder if he’s single triggered a reaction out of you.

She looked surprised, looking back at you and then him and back at you again like a deer in headlights.

“Wait… really? Like you’re really married?” she asked and it didn’t sound like she was ready to ask how you two met; she sounded like she wanted to know how someone like him could marry someone like you.

“Yeah, I can make a quick run to the court right now for a copy of our marriage certificate,” you half-joke in order to hide the growing feeling of hurt.

“Uh, haha…,” she mumbles. “He’s everything actually- like he’s really good eye-candy. You’re lucky he chose you, you know.”

“I’m lucky he chose me? What do you mean by that.” you say.

“What do you mean?” She asks, oblivious to the fact on how mean that sounded. Or maybe she was just playing oblivious.

“Nevermind.”

You retreat from the group walking up to Leon and watch people socialize. Before he can even ask, the emcee for the reunion calls everyone’s attention and says some words but even the volume of that loud-ass mic was not enough to drown out the doubt swirling on your mind. You’re only pulled out of your thoughts when you hear her voice again, this time talking to other people about how shocked she is that you’re married to him, out of all people. The plain Jane married to the absolute 10 she’s ever seen and how it’s a little comical to look at when there could’ve been much hotter women. You also hate how she keeps glancing back at him and giggling, not even sparing a glance at you.

“That woman cannot stop looking at me,” Leon whispers to you as he subtly motions to her.

“Her? Yeah, she called you ‘hot’ and ‘eye-candy’. She’s a little surprised to find out that you’re married to me,” you moodily mumble.

“Why is she surprised?,” he asks.

“Well, look at me and then look at you. You’re good-looking. Really good looking and I’m just here. To them, it would be more believable if you married some model or something. It’s like an ‘oh my god how did this marriage even happen’ moment.”

Leon looks at them, trained eyes staring them down for a solid few moments before turning his gaze back to you. “Well I kind of looked at me and then now I’m looking at you and I think you’re good-looking. Like really good-looking. I have a strong, intelligent, and independent person in front of me and I don’t think they need me but they still let me into their life. Yeah, I’m also having a ‘how did this marriage even happen’ moment’ because how did I get so lucky that out of all the people in this world, you fell in love with me and trusted the rest of your life and the lives after this to be spent with someone like me?”, he finishes. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in this world; he probably doesn’t need to look at the night sky in order to admire the stars when you have them in your eyes. The world just melted away into background noise, witness to the genuine love and loyalty Leon yields for you.

NOTE - Finally got to finish another request, a few more to go so just wait for that :)) I love being on break, can't wait for the summer break so I get to write some more (currently on a week-long break after exams, hopefully i passed with high scores on all exams!!). ALSO IT'S RE4R'S 1ST YEAR ANNIVERSARY WHERE I'M FROM LETS GOOOOO RAAAHHHHH 💪💪🔥🔥 I also got resident evil and dmc shirts I begged my mom for (she had no choice but to say yes /hj). Also I'm starting an AO3 account for devil may cry fics, if anyone's interested ;) That's all and thank you for reading my fics, esp to the anon who requested this- I hope you I lived up to your expectations <33 I <33333 UUUUUUUU

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[mazosstuff]

Heartsteel boys × classical singer!reader

Pairings: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, Yone, K'sante (separately) × gn reader

Cw: maybe reader being a little insecure?

Words: 1.1 k

Aphelios

• You sometimes forget he's in the house, so, thinking you're alone, you start singing a little.

• You were no master at it so it was a little hard for you to say if you were singing with your throat or not, and that was one of his reasons why you never sang infront of him, but following some advices from your vocal coach helped alot.

• You were cooking something when you remembered the part of an opera you did when you didn't know Phel.

• Not noticing him, you started singing the solo and, my my, our boy was shocked.

• He realised you didn't know he was there, but he just stared at you awestruck.

• You never raised your voice in front of him, but to hear it so loudly, he was certainly amazed by it. (Doesn't mean that you were screaming, but it is pretty loud when someone sings right next to you, been there, done that myself)

• It was powerful, and even if he didn't understand a word of what you said, he still thought it was beautiful.

After ending your solo, you turned around and saw him, completely frozen in the spot.

Your cheeks went red

"Phel!" You exclaimed. "I didn't know you were home."

He grabbed his phone and wrote on the notes: do it again

"You... wanna hear me sing?" He nodded his head.

"And to think people say I'm too loud when I sing like this... don't you mind?" He shook his head to indicate a no.

Ezreal

• He kinda knew you sang a little, but he never knew what kind of genre you would be into.

• When you heard their song for the first time, you liked it a lot, so he thought your favourite genre of music must be electronic or pop.

• Truth to be told, you were really versatile with your taste in music.

• You two have a shared playlist where you once put an aria by accident, and you didn't notice until he told you.

"Babe, do you listen to classical music?" You stared at him. How did he know?

"Yeah... I usually sing it too..."

"Shut up, let me hear you! I wanna hear you sing the one you put in our playlist."

Panic. Total fucking panic. What if he didn't like it? What if you messed up the high note? What if...?

"Okay" you finally gave in.

"Let me just prepare a little... I don't wanna hurt my vocal cords."

After preparation, you started. Your heart pounded like crazy.

All went smoothly. You were so scared of having a voice crack but it never happened.

He got his yellow glasses and put them on his face just to push them down (like the scene in the MV).

"Why didn't you tell me I have a soulmate who sings better than me?"

"What...?"

"You can do high notes and everything! I need to tell this to everyone! My soulmate is already special by themselves, but this? You're amazing!"

Sett

• I feel like his mother would turn up the volume of the radio whenever classical music was put.

• He usually rolled his eyes when he was younger, but with age he started to understand the work and the vocal training people put to reach those levels. He respected it.

• Once you were going somewhere so he turned on the radio to put some music and the station the radio was on was the one of classical music.

• Before he could change the station you started singing.

• He secretly started to record you.

• He was impressed to say the least.

You looked over to him. "Delete that. Now."

"Oh come on, babe. You have millions of videos of me singing. Why can't I have one of you?"

"Touché..."

"Do you think I can sing whatever you sang now?"

"Do you wanna end up like Phel?"

"Omg, no"

"Then don't"

Kayn

• Bro rolls his eyes whenever he hears the words classical and music put together.

• He will pretend to throw up whenever you make him listen to a song that's not rock, pop, metal, or anything that doesn't have fast rhythm.

• One time it happened that you found a recording of you singing.

• He wanted to listen to make fun of your taste in music, but he was...

• He couldn't understand.

• Something he thought was lame just became... angelic.

"So... what do you think...?"

"It's okay, I guess"

"Wait... you are telling me that you liked it? Kayn, sweety, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine. And what's with the sweety now? Don't say that again"

So, under that façade of the bad boy, there is a golden heart after all.

Yone

• He listens to the classic music playlists on spotify. You can't tell me otherwise.

• Would be delighted to know that you two shared this little interest.

• Would let you sing him to sleep if he allowed himself to rest.

• Once, because you had a minor argument, you slept in separate rooms.

• He couldn't sleep so tried with the music he had saved of spotify but nothing worked.

He knocked at your door.

"What?" You asked him, still pretty pissed off, but probably because of the tiredness and the sadness.

"I can't sleep."

"Me neither"

"Can... can you sing me that one melody you sing me everytime?"

"Can't you just listen it on your own?"

"Why deprive myself of the better version when I have it right in front of me?" The reality was that he needed your voice and not some of a stranger.

If your body wasn't a solid, it would have melted right there.

"Fine..."

(But no seriously, how can you not love this man)

K'Sante

• He would start humming with you some famous pieces.

• I don't know why but I have the feeling that he also has heard somethings so he has a basic knowledge of classical music.

• He asked why didn't you join a choir yet. With your talent, you should.

• He once tried sneaking up on you while you were reading a music sheet.

• With how scared you were you hit a high note that wasn't even in your range, or at least you thought it wasn't.

• The man was too stunned to speak.

"Did you just...?"

"I didn't even know that was in my range..."

"What were you reading anyway? Did you join a choir?" He gasped in excitement.

"Yeah... I followed your advice. It's actually more welcoming than I thought it would be"

"I'm so happy you're comfortable there!" He picked you up and hugged you.

A/n: Hi there! Paranoia has been stuck in my mind for quite some time, so I thought I might write something for the boys from the perspective of someone who grew up in a family of musicians and professional classical singers.

Riot... you gotta tell me why do you create them, make them drop a banger, and make them disappear into thin air.

I am waiting for a comeback of both K/DA and True Damage.

I hope you liked this! As always, requests are open. Check my pinned post!

#league of legends x reader #heartsteel x reader #aphelios x reader #ezreal x reader #sett x reader #yone x reader #kayn x reader #ksante x reader

[leilani-lily]

~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 4)

Should I have divided this chapter up into two parts? Yes. Am I going to? no~ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I promise not all chapters are going to be this long. I just... kept typing ◉‿◉ Anyways hope you enjoy! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. Finally admitting you're a fan of his show, Alastor invites you up to his radio tower. Shenanigans ensue as your bond grows. Word Count: 4.1 K Chapter under the cut! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You honestly hadn’t expected your morning coffee with Alastor to become routine, yet the Radio Demon always seemed to pop in right on time; mug in hand and grin on his face. You weren’t complaining though, it was nice to have company while the rest of the hotel was fast asleep. Plus you felt a little flattered that a demon apparently so powerful and well known seemingly wanted to spend time with you. Sometimes Alastor would even stay as you would begin cooking breakfast, either continuing to chat happily or just sit in peaceful silence. He would watch you cook, sipping his coffee as the radio played softly in the background. As much as you hated the early mornings, you were slowly finding they were becoming your favourite part of the day. 

You’d chat about various things; music, food, likes and dislikes. Sometimes you’d even gossip about the shenanigans that happened at the hotel. You couldn’t help but giggle at the way his eyes would light up and grin widened when you brought up another guest at the hotel. The amount of sass and zero fucks this lanky demon posessed had entertained you more than you wanted to admit. Alastor was quite the gossiper, which you never would have guessed. But given his radio broadcasts were him ‘spilling the tea’ on the going’s on in Hell, it honestly made sense.

“Oh Alastor, I forgot to mention,” you began, your back turned to him as you busily whisked some eggs for today’s omelet, “I really enjoyed your program the other day in particular; your views on the Vee’s ‘love potion’ was really interesting.” 

Unbeknownst to you, Alastor perked up from his cup, his eye’s blinking in surprise. “Y/n dearest,” he paused, tilting his head, “do you mean to tell me that you listen to my show?” 

You felt your cheeks go red with embarrassment, not daring to turn around to look at him. You had meant to tell him when you first realized who he was, but it was honestly humiliating to admit. Before you had even begun to work for the hotel, you had been a fan of Alastor’s radio show. You often listened to it in the background on your trusty CD machine back when you lived alone. It was a nice way to fill the silence, plus you found his views and stories compelling. You could feel the tall demon’s eyes burning into the back of your head, the silence deafening. 

“Y-yeah actually, I do.” You stammered, still not facing him, “I’ve tuned in for a couple years now, and-!”

“Why y/n my dear~!”

His voice sounded chillingly closer, making you turn around in confusion. Sure enough Alastor was towering over you, only a mere inches away from you as he smiled brightly. You nearly dropped your bowl of eggs in shock, Alastor paying you no mind as he leaned in closer.

“Now why wouldn’t you tell me this sooner? Something this important should have been mentioned earlier!”

Clutching your poor racing heart, you put your bowl and whisk down and take a moment to look up at the demon before you. His smile was ear to ear and eye’s dancing as he looked at you. He actually looked almost giddy at the news. It helped to ease your nerves in admitting the truth.

“Well, I wanted to!” you chuckled, eyes looking away from him, now nervous due to the proximity of the demon, “But I didn’t want you to think I was some stalker or creep when I first got here, so I kept it to myself!” 

Alastor’s grin shifted into a closed smile, leaning away from you and looking off to the distance. “Hmm yes I can see your point. As much as I love meeting a fan, sometimes they can be rather… assertive, given the realm in which we live in.” His eye twitched in annoyance for a moment before his gaze flitted back to you.

“Nevertheless~!” He declared, his previous excitement coming back, “This is still information I wished I had known sooner! No one else at this establishment has expressed such interest, so it’s rather refreshing to have a confidante intrigued in such matters.” His eyes suddenly widened, and his grin slowly began to creep up further on his face. Without warning, he quickly began to walk away, heading towards the door. You watch him start to leave, confused but his sudden desire to depart. 

“As you know, my next broadcast will be at 9 am sharp. When you are finished with your duties, you simply must come up to my radio tower.” 

You felt yourself straighten up in surprise, eyes widening in disbelief. No way. Was he serious?? Your fingers twitched in excitement, not wanting to get your hopes up but secretly dying to go. 

“Are… Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to intrude or anything-!”

Alastor flicked a hand up, silencing you immediately. As he approached the door frame, he turned his body to look back at you, half lidded and smiling mischievously. “I expect to see you outside my room at 8:30. Don’t.” his eyes flashed, smile tightening for a moment, “Be late.” And before you could say another word, his body sinked into the shadows and scurried off, leaving you alone and stunned. 

You had whisked through breakfast quickly that morning, your excitement barely containable. You felt a little starstruck; Alastor had invited you to his studio. And he was going to let you listen to his broadcast in person! Your brain raced with questions about how it all worked, what it looked like, how he chose his topics. Before you knew it, time had flown by and you were standing in front of Alastor’s door, heart pumping and practically bouncing from foot to foot. With a quick breath, you give a knock.

It wasn’t long before Alastor opened up, his eyes looking at a pocket-watch in his hand before they slid to look at you. His eyebrows raised up slightly in amusement. 

“8:29. I’m impressed~” He grinned, his fingers snapping the watch closed before tucking it away in his jacket. You gave a small nod of acknowledgement, pleased with his approval. Without another word, he turned and walked back into his room, the door swinging open further as a silent invitation. After some hesitation, you followed suit, letting your eyes wander as you inspected his livingspace. 

The furnishings looked just how you expected. Deep mahogany wood with golden accents, a bookshelf filled with multiple tomes, and a desk scattered with paperwork. There was a beautiful marble fireplace glowing an eerie green hue with two velvet chairs in front, and various candles helpt to light the room. There was a beautiful vintage canopy bed with dark red curtains and very soft looking blankets. You were intrigued by the various skeletal decorations of various animals; antlers, skulls, and even the full anatomy of an alligator. 

But honestly, what had caught your attention the most was the magical glow of the bayou that seemed to just expand from nowhere. His room opened up to this expanse of wetlands that seemed to just go on forever. The soft chirping of crickets could be heard in the distance, as well as the bellow of the occasional toad. You stepped from the hardwood into soft dewy grass, your breath hitching in wonder as fireflies flickered by. You reached out a hand as one softly fluttered to your fingers, a soft laugh escaping your lips as it landed and tickled your skin.

“Mesmerizing, isn’t it~?” Alastor stepped up from behind to stand beside you. Your head turned to him as he looked out at the marsh, a fond expression on his face. “Certainly a peaceful sanctuary to escape to when one grows tired of the chaos that is the city.”

“It’s incredible,” you breathed, watching the firefly on your hand eventually takeoff and soar out of sight. You had never felt so at ease in all your years in Hell. It almost made you a little weepy, the gentle reminder of what nature was like before you dropped down to Hell. You didn’t even realize you were walking further into the wetlands until you felt a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from continuing forward.

“Now now y/n,” Alastor’s voice pulled you back to reality as you turned back to him. He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. “Another time, my dear. I’ve got a radio show to run; we mustn't be late.” You felt your heart sink in disappointment, but you knew he was right. Besides, you still really want to see where he worked, despite being enchanted by this mysterious wetland. Looking out at the magical bayou one last time, you walk back with Alastor into his actual room.

The Radio Demon walked up to a closed door to the right and prepared to open it for you like the gentleman that he is. As you stood before the entrance, you could feel yourself getting excited over what was on the other side. What did it look like? What sort of equipment did he use? How many other demons have seen his workspace? The excitement was almost unbearable as he swung the door open, your bright hopeful eyes suddenly widening in fear as a gust of wind hit your face.

You looked out to the expanse of Hell, a thin rusty bridge leading from the outside of the building to his tower. As the wind bellowed, you could hear the creaking of metal as the tower gripped rather precariously to the side of the hotel. Your eyes dared to peek down, feeling your knees begin to quake at the height of which the drop was if you were to fall. You remained frozen in place as Alastor stepped in front of you, walking along the narrow path without a care in the world. As he approached the ladder at the end, he turned back to you and tilted his head to the side, as if confused by your hesitation.

“Alastor,” you stammer, your hands gripping the edge of the doorway, “I would rather sell my soul for a corn chip than walk out on this sad excuse of a bridge.” The tall demon raised an eyebrow at you mischievously.

“Don’t tempt me y/n dearest.” he smirked, his neck almost snapping as his eyes flashed red for a moment. You ignored his threat, too distracted by the fear gripping your heart as you looked down. Alastor watched you amusingly for a moment before finally rolling his eyes and walking back towards you. He shook his head and tutted to himself, as if dealing with a child.

“Come now, we mustn't dawdle,” he chirped, reaching a hand out for you and finally making you lock eyes with him. Though you knew he sounded condescending, there was a certain gentleness in his smile as he bent down lower, his hooded eyes not at all holding any malice. It was odd; you knew what atrocities this demon was capable of doing, yet in this moment, you felt like you could really trust him to keep you safe. After what felt like hours, your own shaky hand finally reached out and gently fell in his outstretched palm.

His hand tight around your own, he began to walk backwards and guided you forward. Your legs took small trembly steps as your other hand gripped the rails like a vice. You felt like you wanted to puke when you approached the halfway point, but Alastors grip on you was strong and secure, and helped to ease your fears. You were grateful that he never turned his back to you, continuing to step backwards as his eyes remained locked on yours; it helped you to focus on him and not look down. You knew he could’ve done many things to upset you; teased you, tricked you, edged you on. But he was surprisingly tender the whole way, and your heart warmed for a moment. His mother did an excellent job raising such a refined man. 

Finally reaching the other side, you let go of his hand and practically threw yourself at the ladder Alastor chuckled at your dramatics as you took deep calming breaths. Finally settling your racing heart, you look up at the lookout above and begin to climb. You managed to hoist yourself up through the hatch, standing up straight and finally getting a good look at the workspace.

The tower had windows all around, giving you a magnificent view of Hell. There was a huge heavy desk in front of you filled with various equipment; turntables, microphones, wires, and a giant control panel at the center of it all. It was filled with various switches and dials and flashing lights, all seemingly able to control different things. There was a single large chair in front of the desk, as well as a round side table with a simple lamp and a tray of whiskey and cups. Vines hung from the top of the ceiling while cattails seemed to grow from the floorboards. 

“Welcome to where the magic happens!” Alastor cheered behind you, stepping forward and gesturing to the space. “I made it very clear to Miss Morningstar that if I were to help at the hotel, I would require a private space to conduct my work.” 

“The foundation is… unsettling.” you remark, knocking on the glass panel beside you as the tower groaned in the wind. Alastor quirked an eyebrow in amusement. 

“But I’ll admit, the view is fantastic.” You sighed approvingly, staring out and watching the city bustle below, red skies dusted with soft clouds. You never thought you’d admit this, but Hell had a certain beauty to it. You admire the landscape for a while longer before turning back, realizing Alastor had been watching you the whole time. He spoke up before you could think anything of it.

“Well my dear, I do believe it’s almost time for the broadcast to start,” he immediately turned to go sit in his chair, waving a hand in the air as his microphone appeared. “I suggest you get comfortable.” With a snap of his fingers, a velvety red armchair poofed beside you near the small side table. You smiled at his thoughtfulness, realizing there weren’t many places to sit otherwise. You settled down into the soft chair, your heart beginning to race in excitement. 

“And in case it isn’t obvious,” he continued, “I would advise you to remain quiet while I’m on the air. Can’t have any outside noises interfering with the audio now can we~?” He turned back to you for confirmation, a serious and almost threatening look crossing his face. You give an excited nod, pursing your lips tightly together and not realizing your body was swaying side to side eagerly. Alastor’s expression softened ever so slightly.

“Good girl~” he praised, turning back to the desk and flicking some switches, preparing the transmission. Alastor paused for a moment, quickly clearing his throat before pressing a final button. A bright red light on the console flickered on, and before you knew it, Alastor began to speak.

“Salutations my wayward souls, and welcome back to the show!” He smiled, speaking so eloquently into the microphone. “Today’s broadcast is an extra special one as one of my good friends is here with me. And in honor of that, I’ve decided to dedicate this particular topic just for her~!”

You felt your heart melt with warmth at his words. He considered you a good friend? AND he was dedicating this show to you?? You almost wanted to weep, you were so touched. You were practically on the edge of your seat, ready to hear what today’s focus would be.

“So, without further ado~” Alastor teased, turning his body so you could see his profile. He looked at you and you waited with baited breath. 

“This segment is called ‘Cooking with Cannibals! How to Properly Mince a Man to Avoid Choking~!”

…………….

This.

Fucking.

Asshole.

Alastor watched you giddily as your smile slowly fell into an angry pout, his own mouth rising into a shit-eating grin. You had never seen him so gleeful until this very moment. You were about to yell at him when his free hand rose, pressing his index finger against his teeth in a shushing motion. Your eyes flickered from the red beacon flashing, then back to him, his grin growing even wider, if possible. 

Oh mother-fucker.

You slouched into your chair, sulking and shooting him daggers as you flipped him off. Alastor’s face wrinkled in pure delight as he turned back in his chair, continuing the show as if nothing had happened.

The shithead continued to talk for half an hour about different chopping techniques, which parts of the body had the most bones and what to avoid, and even went over how to perform the ‘Heimlich maneuver’ in case choking was inevitable. As furious as you were, you had to admit, it was a little funny. Plus, you couldn’t sulk for long as you watched him work. His voice was so soothing; the rhythm in which he spoke had a certain pattern that captured you. He also spoke with such ease and confidence, it was hard not to marvel at how he could speak to millions of listeners and not even break a sweat. You had to hold back a laugh at the way he gestured while talking, subconsciously acting to the audience even though they couldn’t see him.

You could tell the Radio Demon was wrapping up, giving his final thoughts and farewells before he finally reached over and pressed the button again. The red light stopped flickering, and the room fell silent as Alastor sat for a moment, back facing you. Finally, he swiveled the chair around and focused on you, smiling proudly and crossing his legs.

“So my dear!” he beamed, his eyes calculating as he looked at you, “What did you think~?” Your eyes squinted into thin lines.

“You’re a real prick, you know that right?”

Alastor immediately bent over in laughter, shoulders shaking with joy as his laughter track played in the background. You continued to glare at him, arms crossed as he reveled in the fun. He rotated from trying to recover, to looking up at your pissy face, to snorting again and laughing even harder. The more he laughed, the more you had to bite back your own smile. Finally, the tall demon managed to catch his breath and straightened his back.

“Ohhh my dear,” he chuckled, wiping a stray tear from his eye, “You honestly cannot blame me; you make it too easy to tease you.” He leaned in closer to you, eyes practically dancing in delight. You stare at him a moment longer before finally cracking a smile and shaking your head. 

And this is why you didn’t tell people how you died.

“Ok, well, despite being completely roasted for about half an hour,” you sneered; Alastor cast you a wicked grin, “it honestly was a good show. Your segment’s flowed really well together, the jokes you threw in were witty, and it was obvious you had done your research.” You looked up to him and smiled warmly. “I really enjoyed watching you work, Alastor.” 

Alastors face didn’t waver as he looked at you, his eyes scanning you in thought. For a moment you couldn’t tell what was running through the demon's brain. But then, one of his ears flicked ever so slightly, and in a moment you knew. You had come to realize that was something he did when he was secretly happy, but didn’t want anyone to know. You had to physically stop your grin from widening at his reaction, you would never dare reveal the little quirk to him. He leaned back in his chair and hummed, playing off his secret pride. 

“Well, I’m glad to hear it was to your liking,” he mused, his eyes soft as he looked at you. There was a gentle pause as you both watched each other before his eyes widened in delight, an idea popping into his head. Immediately, the lanky demon stood up and extended a hand to you. 

“Come! Let me show you how everything works.”

For the next couple minutes, Alastor presented all his equipment to you, explaining what each thing did and how it worked. You ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ as if it was show-and-tell, asking many questions and showing genuine interest. He was quite pleased to answer, clearly happy to boast and prove how smart he was. As time ticked on, you realized that you had to get back to the kitchen to start making lunch, and Alastor gave a nod of acknowledgement. With a snap of his fingers, you had both transported back into the kitchen.

“WAIT!” you gasped, looking to him in horror as you realized where you were. “Are you telling me you could have ‘poofed’ us into the tower and I DIDN’T have to risk my life on that sketchy-ass bridge?!”

Alastor looked at you a moment before his lips curled up into a mischievous grin.

“ALASTOR!!” you roared, a laugh escaping your throat as you looked up at him in disbelief. The Radio Demon couldn’t help it as he snickered. He had got you. Again. All you could do was stare at him dumbly, not sure whether to be angry or ashamed or even impressed. 

“Ohohooo~ I suppose that’s enough teasing for one day.” Alastor sighed, straightening out his jacket and tie. “Don’t you worry my dear, the next time you come up I’ll be sure to teleport you straight into the tower. No more high wire acts~”

Wait… did you hear him correctly?

“ ‘Next time’… ?” you echoed, not wanting to sound too hopeful. Alastor finally looked at you and blinked, giving you an obvious look.

“For my next broadcast! I figure if you’re listening anyways, you might as well hear it right from the source~!” he proclaimed, saying it matter-of-factly. Your eyes widened at the offer.

“Do… do you really mean that?” You couldn’t help it, it was too good of an offer. And for free at that. You knew it was rare for the Radio Demon to offer something without anything in return. Now it was Alastors turn to give you a confused look, tilting his head at you as if there was any doubt. 

“My dear,” he began, his arms crossed behind his back and turning to face you fully, “I insist~! I’ll admit, I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy your company today; having you around was thoroughly entertaining.” the demon wore his shit eating grin as he reminisced all the funny moments. But the way he looked at you, you could tell there was a hint of sincerity in his words, even if he expressed it in an insouciant way.

“Besides,” Alastor continued, “Since you’ve been a fan for so long, it might be nice to get a listener's perspective on how to make my segments even better. A fresh perspective from someone I can trust.” his eyes held your gaze, making you feel as if he was looking straight into your soul. 

You knew he was trying to sound logical and strategic, but his true intentions were peeking through. He really did seem to actually like you, despite all his razzing. And you had to admit, this morning had been so much fun; even with the teasing that came with it. If being friends with Alastor meant a little prodding along the way, then it was well worth it for the excitement and joy he brought into your previously boring life. You took a breath and smiled at him, eyes crinkling in delight.

“Thank you Alastor, I’d love to sit in again with you, work permitting that is,” You smile sheepishly and gesture to the kitchen, realizing you still had a job to do and couldn’t spend all your time with him. But that was enough to satisfy the Radio Demon. With a content grin, Alastor suddenly took one of your hands and bowed at his waist, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I look forward to it dearest~”

Your heart lurched as he closed his eyes and lifted your hand up, pressing the back of it to his forehead. You could almost feel a soft burning against your skin from the spot in which the X marked his temple. Knowing that was a very sensitive spot for him, this somehow felt very intimate. You knew he was just being a gentleman, but still, you couldn’t help the flush growing on your cheeks. His grip on you tightened a moment before he finally pulled away, letting your fingers slip away from his before stepping back. Giving you one last look, the Radio Demon turned around and glided out of the kitchen.

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Imma take a couple day's break cause hoo wee that was a lot. ε-(´・｀) But thank you for reading thus-far! Please feel free to reblog and comment below; your words help to fuel me ( ≖‿ ≖ )

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#hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor #leilani-lily #oh deer

[tibbythetiger]

Hello friendsssss! We have an official tag on AO3, we’ve all grown so much in just a few days. Amazing work all around! 

I’m just dishing out some general HCs today! Hopefully, I can actually get the time to turn my main DreamTheory meeting as coworkers at Sparky’s into a real fic soon! 

Both of them enjoy their height difference greatly. Mike usually hates feeling smaller or shorter than people, but he’s never met someone as genuine and nice as Ness so it doesn’t bother him, and makes him feel kinda safe. Ness just loves his pocket-sized boyfriend. 

I know someone else has already said this, but Ness with freckles!!!! Ness with freckles is so very important to me. I think they’re super light during most of the winter, but once it gets warmer and the sun comes out they’re fairly noticeable. Mike likes to kiss each one he can find, it always makes Ness laugh. 

I know we all agree that Ness is Conspiracy Boyfriend, and I agree! I think he particularly loves those paranormal ghost-hunting shows that were super popular back in 00’s, and he’s a HUGE Unsolved Mysteries fan. When he’s looking to get the same thrill but looking for more fictional media, he loves the Twilight Zone. 

Mike makes a mean grilled cheese and tomato soup, this is in part because it’s Abby’s favorite food and he decided if he had to make anything really well it would be this. Ness actually doesn’t like grilled cheese, but Abby talked it up so much he gave it a try and he ended up really liking it. It is one of Mike’s proudest moments. 

I think Ness is really good with kids, he seems to me the type that was the oldest cousin at parties. (This is just projection), so he’s used to having younger kids following him around and having to keep them entertained. While he’s used to it, he’s really genuine and loves doing it. He’s always overjoyed to hang out with Abby, and she adores him because of it. 

Ness and Mike cannot draw to save their lives! They are horrible at it, Abby likes to hold “drawing classes” where she tries to show them how she makes her masterpieces. Ness always tries hard, but it’s just not his strong suit. 

They are the couple that slow dances in the kitchen or living room. Mike is always reluctant about it, he’s fairly paranoid at romantic gestures, and he’s always scared someone will see them, but he always enjoys it when Ness convinces him it’s okay. Abby thinks it’s the most magical thing, so she draws the two of them as princes when they dance during a Disney movie night.  

Ness absolutely tells Mike and Abby stories to help them sleep. They both think he has the most soothing voice, Ness just loves being able to help them, sometimes he’ll even sing to them, but he’s still really shy about it. 

I think Ness really loves listening to musical soundtracks, but he’s also a pop girly through and through, like, he loves Kelly Clarkson, Paris Hilton, and Brittany Spears. Meanwhile, Mike doesn’t listen to music super often, he usually lets Abby or Ness pick. Otherwise, I feel like he’s really into grunge or early rock. He listens to Nirvana sure, but also Radio Head. (I also think he’s a very big Weezer fan) 

I think Mike is a big writer, he started journaling to help him take note of his dreams/memories of Garrett, then really leaned into it once his parents were out of the picture since he didn’t really have anyone else to turn to to vent. Sometimes he can be a little poetic, and he’ll write lil notes to Ness and leave them in his apron or pockets for him to find later. 

Ness thinks this is simply the cutest thing he’s ever seen actually, and attempts to do the same thing. He’s a little cheesier, and are usually filled with lil hearts and things doodled around them, but he sticks them on the mirror or on Mike’s alarm clock. Mike saves everyone he finds and slowly they start to cover the walls in his bedroom. 

The three of them cannot have board game nights. They are all waaaay too competitive, and the last time they played Uno and Ness won, Mike pouted so much and Abby locked herself in her room. They settle for movie nights or puzzles when they’re doing things the three of them. 

When Abby first starts dabbling in painting her nails, she practices on Ness and Mike. Eventually Ness and Abby usually just have matching nails, Ness doesn’t let the looks he gets bother him any. 

Abby absolutely knows they’re dating, Mike tries not to keep secrets from her, especially after the debacle of Freddy’s, and what happened with the Aunt. She’s too young, so she doesn’t get why people are weird about it, but she understands enough that she can’t tell anyone that Mike and Ness are dating. When she does talk about them, most people assume Ness is a girl, just because of his name. Abby just stops correcting people, the only person outside of them who knows is Abby’s therapist(?), but she supports Mike so it’s not really an issue. 

Ness loves stealing Mike’s sweaters and coats, they’re so much bulkier than the ones that Ness buys himself, so they’re so comfortable. In the winter, he’ll steal them and wear them to work or around the house. Mike grumbles and pretends he cares, but he thinks Ness looks cute in them. 

Ness has the worst road rage, Mike is both horribly amused and terrified of this when it occurs. Ness always apologizes afterward usually followed up by an “If people could just learn how to drive, I swear to GOD”  

Mike and Abby will go into Sparky’s when Ness is working just to get desert and to see him. Most of the employees at Sparky’s know there’s something going on between Ness and Mike, but they all let it remain unspoken. It seems like everyone is taking good care of each other, so no one decides to interfere.  

Well, that’s all I have for now! I’m really loving seeing everything everyone is putting out, and getting to read everyone’s work and see their art is amazing!

#mike schmidt #mike x ness #ness the waiter #securitywaiter #dreamtheory #fnaf ness

[solarmorrigan]

Steddie and #12 on the prompt list pleaseeeee 😭

Hello! Thank you for the prompt, I had fun writing this one!

Prompt from this list: 12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

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When Eddie wakes, he’s comfortable and warm. These are the second and third best qualities of Steve Harrington’s bed. The best quality of Steve Harrington’s bed, however, appears to be missing.

Eddie rolls over, checking the spot beside him, and finds that, yes, it’s definitely missing. Steve is not there.

If he listens, though, he can hear signs of life coming from downstairs, echoing through the quiet house. The rush of a sink running, the clatter of dishes, the soft murmur of a radio – sounds like Steve is making breakfast.

Eddie sighs and slithers reluctantly out from under the covers, hunting for his t-shirt on the floor, where he’d tossed it last night before getting into bed.

It’s not– it’s not like that, of course, between him and Steve. The shirt had gone, but the boxers and sweatpants had definitely stayed. They share the bed in an entirely platonic manner, just as a way to deal with nightmares and trauma and that sort of fun shit. But sleeping next to Steve is like sleeping with a furnace, and he’s said he doesn’t mind if Eddie loses his shirt; he doesn’t wear one himself half the time.

God, Eddie wishes this could be as gay as it sounds.

He’s not gonna knock what he does have, though. He’s not. Whatever his relationship is with Steve, it’s special, and Eddie’s not going to let his dick (or worse, his feelings) ruin it.

Quietly, he slips out of Steve’s room (the hinges on the door don’t creak. The floor barely creaks. Steve’s house is spooky as shit sometimes, silent and airless; Eddie gets why he doesn’t like being there alone) and heads down towards the kitchen.

Whatever’s playing on the radio becomes clearer as Eddie approaches, and he can hear Elton John singing about sitting on a roof and kicking off the moss. Even closer, Eddie can hear Steve singing along.

There’s already a smile forming on Eddie’s face when he gets to the door, and that’s before he’s treated to the sight of Steve standing in front of a waffle iron, bopping to the gentle beat of “Your Song.”

“Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean,” Steve murmurs, distracted as he cracks the waffle iron open and tilts his head to take a look inside, “Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen…”

Eddie might melt a little bit. That’s his own business.

“Okay, no, this is pathetic,” Steve says, startling Eddie as he breaks from the lyrics. “I mean, this is really sad.”

For one heart-stopping moment, Eddie thinks Steve is speaking to him, but Steve never looks up, instead using a fork to pop the waffle out of the maker and add it to the nearby stack.

“I hate making waffles. Waffles are a pain in the ass,” Steve mutters, contradicting himself entirely by grabbing the bowl of batter and pouring more into the iron. “But Eddie likes waffles and now I’m up at too early in the goddamn morning making waffles.”

Eddie jolts again to hear his name, but Steve still hasn’t seen him in the doorway (or maybe skulking sort of at the edge of the doorway – not eavesdropping! Just… satiating his curiosity). He’s noticed Steve’s tendency to talk to himself when he thinks no one else is listening, but it’s usually just little reminders, or running commentary on what he’s doing.

This – this is interesting.

“Of course I’m making him waffles, what else am I going to do? Not make him waffles? Not let him in and not let him sleep in my bed and not… really like it? Stupid.” Whatever Steve says next is drowned out by the sound of the faucet as he fills the empty batter bowl with water and leaves it to soak, but when he shuts the water off Eddie manages to tune back in. “…because I’m an asshole who can’t just tell him that I think he’s smart and fun to be around and really hot and that I really like him. No, he’s gonna come downstairs and say good morning and I’m just gonna say– holy shit.”

Now Steve’s spotted Eddie.

They’re both frozen in place, and all Eddie can really think to do is give a little wave and say, “Good morning.”

Steve continues staring at him. “I… thought you were asleep. Still.”

“I am not,” Eddie says, and then immediately wishes he’d said literally almost anything else and avoided sounding like an idiot.

“I can see that,” Steve replies, slightly strangled.

There’s another frozen beat of silence.

“I think the waffle is burning,” Eddie says, glad for the momentary distraction as Steve swears and rushes to save their breakfast.

While Steve is wrestling with the waffles, Eddie decides that some kind of action is warranted. You don’t just hear the guy you’ve been crushing on admit that he thinks you’re smart and fun and hot every day.

Eddie enters the kitchen.

“Not burned,” Steve announces, flipping the waffle onto the plate, “just crispy.”

“Crispy is fine,” Eddie says, approaching the counter where Steve has been cooking. “Anything is fine. Waffles in general are great, I like… waffles.” Stop talking about waffles, holy shit. “I like you.”

That is not better.

In spite of the level of awkward Eddie is currently rocking, Steve turns to look up at him with a small smile ticking at the corners of his lips, uncertain hope behind his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Eddie nearly has him cornered against the counter now, close enough to reach out and touch. “Yeah.”

“More or less than waffles?” Steve asks.

“Tough call,” Eddie murmurs, raising a hand to rest on Steve’s shoulder, sliding it over to brush at the crook of his neck, the side of his throat, the edge of his jaw. “Lemme think.”

It’s at that point that Steve closes a fist in the front of Eddie’s shirt, drags him across the minute distance between them, and leans up to press his lips to Eddie’s.

After that, Eddie finds he can’t think about much of anything at all.

(He doesn’t have to, though. He’s pretty sure the way he leans heavily into Steve’s space, the way his hands curl around Steve’s hips and the way his mouth slides eagerly against Steve’s own lets him know where he ranks in relation to waffles.)

#mxnson13 #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #listen steve's little mumbly monologue as he prepares to apologize to nancy in s2 is my favorite #and I need more of steve talking to himself #eddiesteve #solar wrote #answers from solar

[harlowcomehome]

“What’s it like?”

You were sitting on the couch, looking through Instagram while you waited for Jack to get ready for the day. Your sleep schedule had been all over the place ever since you started your third trimester, so you were actually ready before him for once. 

He came out of the bedroom with wet curls, you smiled at the sight of him standing there shirtless with only boxer briefs on. “What?” He smirked at you and you shrugged. “Why are you naked in our living room?” He laughed at your over-dramatics “I have underwear on!” You still stared at him as he clearly didn’t answer your question. “Can you help me find an outfit for this interview?” You always loved when he asked you for help. 

He helped you maneuver yourself off the couch, your big belly in tow. He smiled at you and then bent down to kiss it. “I love seeing you pregnant” he used both of his hands to softly caress your belly. “I love that you love it” you smiled back. The two of you made your way back into your bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed and asked him to show you some options. “I don’t know why you’re even worried, you’re likely just going to put a hoodie over it anyway” you teased knowing you were exactly right.

Jack laughed knowing you were right too, “maybe I just wanted your company” he confessed and you instantly melted. “You are so cute” you giggled as you pointed to the shirt he was holding on his right hand. “Blue?” He asked to confirm and you nodded “dark blue always makes those pretty eyes pop.” Jack batted his eyelashes at you making you giggle. “I love making you laugh, your belly bounces up and down” he confessed lovingly. You laughed “baby girl is probably wondering what’s going on out here.” You had one hand on your belly, something that was unintentional at this point. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what is that like? Jack asked as he got dressed. You looked over at him, confused, “what is what like? “He looked over at you his cheeks slightly pink, “being pregnant? Does it feel weird to know that there is a baby inside you?“ You could tell that he was timid to ask these questions, you didn’t blame him you had been on an emotional roller coaster the last couple weeks. You felt like emotionally, you had just come to terms with the fact that you were having a baby yourself. 

“It feels really unreal, to be honest. Sometimes I doubt that she’s even in there. Sometimes I lay here and wonder if the doctors made a mistake, I’m not going to believe it until I see her. “You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that, that sounded crazy.  Jack was quiet for a moment, and he looked over at him, “you alright baby?” He smiled “Yeah! I was just thinking.”

“About what?” You handed him a hoodie from the closet. “ I’ve always wondered what it was like for you to be able to feel her.“ You giggled trying to explain it “it’s like an ocean wave! That’s the best way I can explain it. Sometimes she kicks really hard, so the two of you are gonna have a lot of fun playing soccer that’s for sure!” Jack smiled, checking his watch for the time “are you still coming with me?”

“Yes, of course!” You walked over to the closet to find shoes to wear. “Wear those red NBs, I’ll help you lace them.” You handed them to him as you sat on the bed again, “thank you baby.”

The drive to the radio show wasn’t that long, which you were incredibly grateful for considering you had to use the restroom almost immediately. When you got inside security led the two of you to the restroom and then Jack had to start his interview right away. You sat outside of the room, with headphones on able to listen, but not be seen by the cameras. If Jack could have it his way you would be next to him, but you didn’t mind the privacy.

The interview started how it always did with small talk, conversations about tour, the most recent album, and collaborations, of course. However, up until this point, the two of you hadn’t shared much about your pregnancy, it wasn’t until a few weeks ago when paparazzi photos of the two of you outside your place came out that everyone even became aware that you were pregnant. 

“And I wasn’t going to mention this but your team gave us the go ahead, which is nice because its all the fans wanted to know about when we announced this interview” the radio host laughed nervously “We do believe some congratulations are in order for you and your wife? You’re expecting your first child, is that right?” Jack was beaming, he was actually really excited to publicly speak about it since he hadn’t this entire time. He was smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt and you could immediately hear the happiness in his voice. ”That is right! Yeah! Obviously, the news didn’t come out the way we had originally planned for it too, but that’s life. We are very excited!”

“Baby boy or baby girl?” The interviewer asked excitedly.

“I think for now we’re going to keep that to ourselves, we have to leave a little something up to the imagination” Jack laughed.

“Fair enough!  I remember the first time you came in here for an interview, and now you’re going to be a father. It’s really exciting and insane to wrap my head around, congratulations man! How does it feel? Does it feel real yet?” The interviewer asked, knowing Jack was dying to talk about it some more.

“My wife and I were actually talking about this topic this morning. I was just asking her how it felt like to have a baby inside her because that’s a crazy thought, obviously. It doesn’t feel real until it gets real, at least that’s what I’ve been told.“ Jack let out a sigh, seemingly making the interviewer laugh.

“You have a lot of dads in your corner though man. I know Dj Drama probably lost his mind finding out this news.”

Jack laughed, recalling the moment that the two of you had told the team. “Oh yeah, I mean he’s been here for the come up, he’s seen me grow up essentially so he cried just as hard as he did on our wedding day.” 

“That’s beautiful man, it’s nice to see someone in the industry with such a solid team. You don’t see that everyday.”

“Oh yeah, this baby is about to have an entire second family of uncles and aunts so it’ll be great” Jack said with confidence. “It’s a beautiful feeling to watch the person you love carry your child, I love her on a different level than before which felt impossible to start with.”

“That’s amazing! You’re right, it really is a beautiful thing. Fatherhood is no joke though, it’ll test you two but I know you have a solid foundation” the interviewer was actually somebody that the two of you had known decently well. You wouldn’t say you were “friends” but he was a lot more personable than the others.

“Absolutely! I look forward to all that’s to come” Jack agreed with a smile. 

“Well man, congratulations again! We look forward to you coming back here and hopefully sharing photos of your baby… boy? I’m guessing boy! I haven’t seen your wife in person yet but that’s my guess!” The interviewer laughed as Jack and he shook hands. He was eager to get back to you and see what you thought of all he had to say.

You were waiting for him outside of the doors and he had the biggest smile on his face. “Did you hear all that?”

“I did, I love you so much” you sniffled and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest. “I love you too” he hummed.

“In just a few more weeks we’re going to be parents” you whispered.

“There’s no one else I’d rather do life with, you know that?” Jack reassured you back with a whisper, watching closely as his team got the car pulled up to the front of the building.

The two of you walked out of the building, holding hands. “You’re going to be such a good dad” you said with a smile as he walked you over to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for you to get in.

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. You knew he needed to hear it. The smile on his face the entire car ride home was all the response you needed.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow Imagines #Jack Harlow fluff

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

I saw your post about wanting requests, so… what about (going off the top of my head) maybe a Stiles Stilinski x Reader where maybe they’re on their way back from a date, the jeep (roscoe) breaks down and it starts to pour, so they camp out inside the jeep for a while and makeout to pass the time? Or maybe dare to go out and attempt to fix it, but wind up having fun in the rain? Maybe a kiss in the rain? Then it clears up and they head back home. Whichever way you wanna go with it I’m sure it’ll be great! I just think it’d be cute 🥰 like those warm summer/spring rains that come out of nowhere for anywhere from fifteen minutes to half an hour before easing up and drifting away? ❤️ please and thank you

Thank you so much for the request I love the prompt!

Roscoe

Stiles Stilinski x gn!reader

A/N: I didn’t use any gender specific pronouns for the reader. Stiles refers to them as gorgeous and his partner.

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The light sound of rain against the windshield and chitter of the radio in the background relaxed me as Stiles and I drove back from our date. Always dealing with supernatural events didn’t leave a lot of time for going on dates or even spending quality time together so we always cherished the time we got.

We were sitting in comfortable silence holding hands when all of a sudden the engine began to make a weird noise.

“Stiles you should pull over, that didn’t sound good.”

“Don’t worry baby it’s fine, the engine does that sometimes.”

“Are you sure? That didn’t sound normal.”

“Trust me y/n it’s ok.”

I sighed and relented.

A minute later the engine began to stall and then stopped.

I looked over at Stiles and mocked him saying,

“Don’t worry y/n the engines fine!”

Stiles groaned and put his head in his hands.

“And this is why we listen to our amazing, smart, and gorgeous partner.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. I’m going to check the engine can you pop the hood?”

I popped the hood and then came around front to see if I could help.

“What’s wrong with it!” I asked.

“Batteries dead. I gotta call my dad and see if he can come help.”

As Stiles began calling his dad I hopped back in the car, an idea forming. A couple minutes later Stiles got back in the car, his hair damp from the rain.

“Dad said it might be a little while before he can get here. “

I pushed the hair out of his eyes, leaned close and whispered, “I think we can find a way to pass the time.”

He looked up at me with wide eyes, “Wait like here?! Now?!”

“I mean not if you don’t want to.”

“NO! I definitely do!”

“Then why are you sitting there? Get in the back.”

She shuffled to the back tangling himself in the seatbelt. I chuckled lightly and smirked at him. This would be fun.

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A/N: I know it’s not exactly what you asked for but I still hope you liked it! I’m going to be real honest I’ve never kissed anyone so I wasn’t confident about writing a kiss scene so I tried to just allude to something instead. Also I know nothing about cars so please don’t come at me guys.

#fanfiction #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles Stilinski fluff #stiles Stilinski x gn!reader #gn!reader #biles bilinski #mtv teen wolf

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I definitely want to back up that anon who thinks jimin is still in the kitchen! In truth I think all the boys are and will be for a long time. I see chapter two as the introduction of their solo careers meaning "hey we are gonna be bts but also be ourselves sometimes too" I think every solo moment we've seen is the beginning which I'm for one super excited about. Imagine a wave of brilliant solo work one year and then phenomenal group work the next. Chapter two is barely a year in and it's already a visual and musical feast. I think jimin loves quietly preparing so he can wow us when he feels the time is right and while I too get tense with the constant radio silence I know it's cause he'll blow my mind the second he wants too. I hope people who feel as if Jimin didn't get a chance to show his true might feel comforted in that he will never ever stop wanting to gag tf out of us. And I think the sentiment holds the same for bts.

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Exactly this. Up until a few months ago I thought this was well understood, seeing as how BTS has operated till now, but clearly I was mistaken.

For posterity’s sake, to beat this dead horse one final time:

Would it be nice for each member’s release to not have any of the issues they’ve had? Of course. But it’s possible to inform the company of said issues, address what we can for issues due to various platform errors not due to the company, while not losing sight of the fact this is only 2023. We’re still only in 2023. As in, we’re literally just one year into Chapter 2, none of the guys are older than 30, and they keep saying they’re in this for the long haul. And this is the same group that has shown over a decade that their plans are most often and best executed in multi-year stints.

It’s bizarre to think a member’s solo career is over or even damaged at all in any real way because of one or more problems that happened during their first solo release. It betrays such a myopic, winner-take-all mentality that you have to be in a very specific headspace to fully buy into.

Jimin is clearly happy and working. He’s not blind and is seeing what is working for other members and what isn’t. They’re all checking out each other’s solo endeavours from time to time, cheering each other on and I’d say making notes on what they too could try, what works and what doesn’t.

If there’s one thing that’s become clear to me over the years, and even more so in Chapter 2, it’s that BTS is a team. A real team. I’ve seen a lot of k-pop groups over the years and there is no group today, present or past, that would reach the heights BTS has if any of the members sought to harm or sabotage or lord shit over the rest, with or without help from the company. None of the BTS members would put up with that shit. Their egos are too big, they’re so obviously their own people, very ambitious and so aware of it that I really wonder if people actually listen to these men when they talk. They know exactly what they’re worth, and they trust that all the other members know it too. If BigHit showed any real favouritism, BTS is the last group to allow that if it’s not something they themselves have already agreed to.

They all know what they’re doing. And if they don’t, then they’re the only people with the tools to figure it out. All the angst and anguish over this or that happening in fan spaces, has no real effect on these men sitting somewhere in Seoul planning out everything they’d like to do as solo artists and as part of BTS.

That’s my takeaway after watching them for as long as I have. I could be wrong, but I’ve not seen anything to suggest that yet. I’m not sure how long you’ve been in the fandom Anon, or what you think about other issues, but it’s nice to see you and the other Anon share this perspective. It’s a view that’s widely accepted in the fan spaces I’m in outside of Tumblr, but one that is sorely lacking in this space right now.

For no reason at all, one Jimin that I hope one day shows up in Chapter 2, 3, or 4:

Sidebar - A friend (who isn’t religious) was asking another friend recently about religion, because she’s now desperate enough to seek divine intervention for Jimin to find blonde hair dye, and to love it again.

We all know his best hair colour is black, but it’s just as true that a solid case has been made for him being a natural blonde.

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Okay, that’s it today from my gallery.

That colleague i mentioned the other day, the one that recently got into BTS and now biases Jimin, we’re meeting up this weekend with my other friend, the musician that watched the Grammys with me last year and fell in love with Jimin. That’s an example of two people still finding out about Jimin, falling in love with his music and him as a person, and starting to support him. None of the noise online actually has any real bearing on the impact of real life people still learning about Jimin through his solo music and through BTS, and becoming his fans maybe for life.

If anyone finds themselves feeling overwhelmed in fandom, please zoom out. Please take time away and get some perspective. Everything I’ve said is obvious, none of it is rocket science or gleaned from any special insight. The noise online can suck you in, to prevent that, please detach, go back to their recent and old interviews to hear what they each feel about Chapter 2 and their solo work, listen to all of what Jimin expressed during his promotions, the good and bad. You’d be left with fewer anxieties. At least, that’s the case for me.

Thanks for this, Anon.

#BTS #bts chapter 2 #jimin #park jimin #BTS fandom #fandom behaviour

[dapperappleton]

Music Bokuto and Akaashi would listen to

A/N: If you have any ideas of what either of them would listen (especially Bokuto) to I genuinely would like to hear. Put it in the comments/reblogs or send an ask or something, I legitimately want to hear it.

Bokuto

I think he would listen to modern rock

I can't think of many bands in particular

Maybe he'd listen to some og like 70/80s rock but I don't think he'd listen to it frequently

He loves Fall Out Boy and stuff like that where's it's not quite pop punk but still close

I could also see him really liking 80s-90s Japanese pop

It's just kinda funny to think of him listening to that genre but canonically that's probably what he grew up listening to

When I look for playlists for him on spotify it's always rap and hip hop

Which makes sense I guess, like if he was an actual high schooler right now that's probably all he'd listen to

But I feel like canonically that doesn't seem like something he'd actively listen to

Hearing someone else play it or if it's on the radio? Yeah he likes it, it sounds fun

Does he ever listen to it other than that? Nope

He listens to music constantly. Like he listens to music while going literally anywhere or doing anything

If he knows someone well enough he listens to music while they're talking to each other because he can still focus, actually it helps him focus a lot

But if they're not one of his closer friends he won't because he doesn't want to seem rude

He's definitely been yelled at a lot for not even realising he was listening to music

At this point I'm just talking about how neurodivergent he is but whatever

Akaashi

I have a playlist for stuff I think he'd like

Here's the link

Also I feel like I should say this and I have no idea if it'll make sense

But every character playlist I see has the same kind of songs from the same bands and I feel like it's just the music that the playlist author likes, which isn't bad by any means like put whatever you want that reminds you of that character

But I specifically tried to put stuff that I think he would legitimately like, regardless of what I think of the music. It just kinda happened that I think he'd like some of those artists

I don't know what genre these technically fall under, I guess indie? More chill vibes for sure

But I think he'd listen to Arctic Monkeys, Rex Orange County (they suck but their music is good), Wallows, Cage the Elephant, that kind of thing

Maybe some Twenty One Pilots, JVKE, Fitz and the Tantrums

He absolutely lives for The Neighbourhood

I feel like he likes music a lot but he's not the kind of guy that is playing music 24/7, it's just when he's doing homework or working out or something

Is generally willing to listen to most music but is for sure pickier than Bokuto

Probably has a playlist that he listens to when he can't fall asleep

Sometimes it helps him sleep and sometimes it's just nice to listen to until he gets tired

#clearing out my drafts #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto kotaro #kotaro bokuto #koutaro bokuto #akaashi #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #character playlist #headcanons #headcanon #hcs #hc

[emilija04acer]

Game for your soul (part 3 of Niffty Distribution System)

>I'm trying something new! I'll just put the whole short fic here. Some people like to read it here.

Here is the link for AO3>

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54040492

Alastor learns the reason you shouldn't play games other than cards or chess when trying to get someone's eternal soul. You may get attached...

Or you know lose!

Here are some tags> Alastor & Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Characters:

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Additional Tags:

Game

Soul deal

Niffty is a Gremlin

Alastor Tries to Be a Jerk

Niffty Deserves Love

Manipulative Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel)

Cute Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Dialogue Heavy

Fluff and Crack

Fluff

No connect 4 didn't exists in the 50s

It's from the 70s

that's the main reason this is crack

⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰ Soul-taking and deal-making were always entertaining for Alastor, the Radio Demon. He loved getting demons' souls by challenging them to something they thought they were good at, only to watch them struggle and inevitably fail. He didn't care what the game was, as long as he had the upper hand. A drinking game, a poker game, a dice game. Luck games were no safer than skill games. He always found a way to win.

Getting overlords' souls was the most enjoyable, their screams filled the dead air of his broadcasts. He relished watching those powerful beings lose their chess matches, their dignity, and their lives. He would sometimes broadcast the game itself, for the amusement of his listeners and the humiliation of his opponents.

But when he met Niffty a week ago in that alley, he didn't know what he was in for. She was a mystery and an enigma. He got to know her somewhat, over the course of a few days. She wasn't the brightest, but she was energetic and engaging. She was amazing at cleaning, cooking, and pest killing. She was incredibly fast and agile.

He had mistaken her for a child when they first met, and he still had to remind himself that she was indeed an adult. He had seen small demons before, of course, he had. But maybe it was her demeanor that seemed childish and somewhat innocent. However, that was far from the truth, and he knew it.

He decided to challenge her to a game for her soul. He weighed his options. He enjoyed her company, she was respectful and insane. Tied in a small energetic package. She would be a great asset to have, a loyal servant to call for small tasks. Even better, she seemed eager to spend time with him. Willing service would be a nice change.

Alastor invited her to join him for dinner at his mansion. This was the second time he had done so. He made jambalaya, her favorite dish. It was the best thing she had ever eaten that a man had made for her. She had asked him to make it again, and he had obliged. He knew it was to her taste.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰

After their dinner, he finally popped the question he had anticipated the whole evening.

"Would you like to play a game, my dear?"

"A game? Sure! I love games!"

"Wait, before you make up your mind. It's a game with high stakes."

"Oh? Wait. You mean for a soul?"

"Indeed. Are you still interested?"

She thought for a single moment. "I accept! But first, what do I get if I win?"

He highly doubted she would win, but he knew a deal was a two-way street. Both parties had to get something. Usually, he made a contract after the game, but he decided to state the terms verbally. Words, when deals were in question, were not cheap. You could spin them, of course, but he didn't feel the need to do that now. She was more than willing to play.

"If you win, you can get anything you want. We'll write the contract after. Are you ready?"

She nodded excitedly.

With a clap of his hands, Alastor conjured a table and two chairs. He hoped she would choose a game of strategy, like chess or checkers, or a game of chance, like cards or dice. He was confident he could beat her in any of those.

He let her pick the game. He wanted to give her a fair chance.

She looked at the table and saw a variety of games. She picked one and held it up.

"Let's play this one," she said, her eyes sparkling.

Alastor looked at the game. It was a plastic board with holes and slots. It came with a bunch of red and yellow discs.

"Connect Four?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I like this game. It's fun."

Alastor shrugged. He had never played it before, but it looked simple enough. He agreed to play.

They sat down and set up the board. Alastor let her go first. She dropped a yellow disc into the middle slot.

He followed with a red disc in the same column. She dropped another yellow disc on top of his. He did the same.

They continued like this, alternating turns and filling up the board. Alastor soon realized that the game was not as easy as it looked. He had to pay attention to the patterns and the possibilities. He had to block her moves and plan his own.

He started to sweat. He felt a pang of anxiety. He was not used to losing. He was not used to being challenged.

He looked at the board. It was almost full. He saw that she had three yellow discs in a row, and only one slot left to complete a four-in-a-row. He had to stop her.

He scanned the board for an opening. He saw one. He dropped a red disc into the slot, blocking her.

He smiled. He had done it. He had saved himself.

He looked at her. She was smiling too.

She dropped a yellow disc into another slot.

She said one word.

"Connect."

He looked at the board. He saw that she had made a diagonal four-in-a-row, using the disc he had just placed.

He had lost.

He felt a surge of shock, anger, and disbelief. He had lost his game.

He screamed internally.

Niffty giggled. She knew she could ask anything from him. He had said it just a minute ago.

She could ask for money or power or whatever her little heart desired.

She could ask for his soul. Not that he could give it to her. His soul didn't belong to him.

"What do you want?" he asked, defeated.

"Give me a paper, sir, please!"

He obliged, summoning a paper and a quill. Writing it down was smart, he admitted. He couldn't twist his words, even if he wanted to.

She held the large feather in her tiny hands and carefully wrote. She was focused, more focused than Alastor had ever seen her.

"I'm done! Here, read it!" She handed the parchment to him with a smile.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰

Alastor took the parchment and read it. He expected to see a list of demands, such as money, power, or fame. But what he saw was something else entirely.

It was a contract of friendship.

It said that he had to be her friend, and never get tired of her. He had to invite her to help him with his schemes and let her have fun with him. He had to make jambalaya for her at least once a month and share his stories and jokes with her. He had to protect her from harm and comfort her when she was sad. He had to respect her wishes, and never betray her.

He was baffled by this. He had never seen such a contract before. He had never made such a contract before. He had never agreed to such terms before.

He looked at her. She was smiling, her eyes shining with anticipation.

He felt a strange sensation in his chest. He didn't know what it was, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was warm and fuzzy, like a radio static.

He smiled back. He reached for the quill. He signed his name on the bottom.

(This is supposed to be crackfic but I honestly wouldn't be surprised if this turns out to be somewhat true)

Plot twist Niffty is the one that owns his soul.

Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this!

This was just a short fic I joked about with my friends and actually wrote it.

#alastor and niffty #hazbin hotel #hazbin niffty #hazbin alastor #hazbin fanfic #ao3 fanfic #aroace alastor #platonic fics #alastor soul deal #game night gone wrong #connect 4 #nifty's soul #alastor soul theory #alastor deal #crack fic #niffty distribution system

[commsroom]

Dear listener, happy birthday!

Your writing is always a joy and seeing you on my dash always means smiling and also bracing for excellent angsty emotion (and the occasional necessary horny posting for eiffel, high five).

Here is your present, a silly little eiffel question I’ve been mulling over. Do you think he’d be a social media guy? I mean, he’s hilarious and loves an audience but while he seems slightly tech adept its always very tactile clunky retro tech in vibe, and i guess the baseline shame and guilt he feels could tip him either ways vis a vis having a large online following . I’ve always liked how ambiguous time on wolf359 felt because i guess making it more pointedly feel like our time (even though it is set in our time) didn’t feel like the energy they were going for, but as a result i just do not know how to feel about eiffel on twitter or something. Thoughts?

aw, thank you! that's sweet of you. i love everything about wolf 359, but i post first and foremost for people who want to know eiffel carnally. well. and people who see hera as a trans woman, also.

and this is a great question! i love to think about eiffel and social media. he is absolutely, 100% an analog guy; i think he resents how much has been digitized. which isn't to say he sticks to his principles about it. eiffel is a creature of comfort above all else; he's going to use whatever service is most convenient. but he's going to complain.

eiffel has a huge collection of physical media. eiffel still has his blockbuster card in his wallet as a point of pride. eiffel listens to the radio, and complains about what they play on the radio (90s music on classic rock stations? blasphemy), while people are constantly telling him to just listen to his own music. he likes doing this! i honestly think eiffel is relatively offline - his star wars opinions are too normal for him not to be. social media for eiffel is, like... a couple of pop culture news accounts he follows. his youtube recommendations are mostly just music, simpsons clips, the livestreams of radio guys with call-in shows, and, like, old tech repair stuff.

maybe eiffel still posts on some forums that he's been occasionally posting on for the last decade, but he's not in tune with modern social media or internet culture. if eiffel wants to show you a Funny Internet Video, it's going to be, like, star wars bad lip reading. he absolutely wants to have an online radio call-in show, but he can't commit to being consistent enough to build an audience. eiffel might listen to podcasts sometimes, but he thinks 'podcasts' are just guys chatting about movies. he also thinks he could do that, but there's nobody who wants to make a podcast with him. if he did manage to convince someone, he would post like five episodes at once, forget about it for six months, post one or two more, and then get bored and move onto something else.

#there's nooo way he has any significant social media following #he's just some guy. even post-hephaestus i think whatever media attention they get will die down pretty quickly and he'll just be some guy #and this is good for him. he's notable to the people who love him. there are plenty of doug eiffels in the world. affirmations. #there's a post somewhere where someone said her husband only uses instagram to check flavors at the local ice cream parlor #and in spirit that's what eiffel on social media is like to me. it's an ice cream website to him. #that said i think he's gotten in some dumb internet fights because he assumes good faith in a way he really shouldn't. #he's too offline he doesn't know any better. #hera on the other hand is like painfully online and it's bad for her. girl who literally cannot touch grass but needs to so bad. #asks #wolf 359 #w359 #doug eiffel

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Video Killed The Radio Star ⭐️ | Rhett Abbott Headcanon

Link to my Rhett Abbott Masterlist

Rhett dating someone obsessed with the 80s would look like:

The second verse in the song “1985,” by Bowling for Soup literally describes you when it goes, “She’s seen all the classics. She knows every line. Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink, even St. Elmo’s Fire. She rocked to Wham! Not a big Limp Bizkit fan. Thought she’d get a hand on a member of Duran Duran.” Yeah, you’ve seen all the classics (including Dirty Dancing, Footloose, Top Gun, The Outsiders, The Karate Kid, Terminator, etc) and can recite every line to the point you don’t even need your eyes on the screen when the scene plays. Rhett was amazed the first time he witnessed it and would challenge you during the scenes with a lot of dialogue.

Rhett was well aware of your love for the 80s. The movies, the music, the aesthetic, just everything. The whole damn reason y’all met was because you worked at the record store in town. He’d always admired you from afar and finally got the courage to go in and talk to you. Wearing an AC/DC shirt and smudged eyeliner, you definitely gave off that classic rock look. Sometimes he’d come in and you were more colorful like when channeling Cyndi Lauper or Witney Houston.

After that first conversation Rhett swore he could hear you talk for hours. You spitted fact after fact to him when he asked questions about a particularly band or movie. Like you knew the exact date MTV launched on cable (August 1st, 1981) and the first music video that aired (Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles). Other famous events you knew by heart were Charles & Diana’s wedding, the Space Shuttle Challenger explosion, the Berlin Wall coming down, and the fact the 1984 L.A Olympics was boycotted by the USSR & their allies.

Rhett could easily pick up on who your favorite bands/artists, songs, movies, and 80s heartthrobs were by how consistently you spoke of them. It amazed him, especially because you were likely either a small child or not even alive when the 80s happened, but everything about you screamed you were born in the wrong decade. “I take it if you could go back in time and choose a decade to live in, It’d be the 80s huh?” “Is that even a question? It’s why I need them to crack the code to time travel so I can go!”

Anytime y’all go on road trips you are in charge of the aux and Rhett has grown accustomed to your choice of music. By now he knows all the lyrics from Def Leppard’s Hysteria and almost everything from Journey and Whitney Houston. Before he met you, all Rhett listened to was country and maybe a modern pop or jazz/blues artist once in a blue moon, now his music taste has broaden to classic/metal rock & techno pop. He personally prefers AC/DC, Guns n Roses, & The Simple Minds and you’ll catch him jamming when he thinks you’re not in the room. “Don’t look at me like that, Y/n.” “I’m just admiring those moves, cowboy.” “Stop right there, or imma have to punish you.” “Does punish involve playing ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me,’ if you know what I mean?”

Anytime y’all go on road trips you are in charge of the aux and Rhett has grown accustomed to your choice of music. By now he knows all the lyrics from Def Leppard’s Hysteria and almost everything from Journey and Whitney Houston. Before he met you, all Rhett listened to was country and maybe a modern pop or jazz/blues artist once in a blue moon, now his music taste has broaden to classic/metal rock & techno pop. He personally prefers AC/DC, Guns n Roses, & The Simple Minds and you’ll catch him jamming when he thinks you’re not in the room. “Don’t look at me like that, Y/n.” “I’m just admiring those moves, cowboy.” “Stop right there, or imma have to punish you.” “Does punish involve playing ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me,’ if you know what I mean?”

Not many groups/artists still toured, but the ones that did you guys would try your best to attend the concerts. Together you both saw Pat Benetar, Def Leppard, Journey, & even Rick Springfield a couple times. On your bucket list is to see Mötley Crue, Metallica, Cyndi Lauper, and Joan Jett.

When it comes to birthdays & holidays, Rhett loves to spoil you when he gets enough money too. Merchandise and collectors items are usually what he sets his eyes on to get you, but then he discovered the annual ‘80s in the Sand’ festival that takes place in the Dominican Republic where several of your favorite artists/groups will attend. When he heard about that, Rhett was on a mission. For over a year he saved every penny to book flights, tickets, rooms at the resort before surprising you on your birthday with an envelope. You were a fucking mess at the table when you opened the envelope and read the writing—you couldn’t believe he actually got you tickets for the festival. “What the fuck, Rhett—o-oh my gosh how did you—how did you do this!?” You stuttered between sobs, tackling him to the floor and kissing all over his face as he laughed beneath you. “I love you so much—thank you thank you. This is the best gift ever!!”

The anticipation and working so hard to take you to the festival was so worth it when you guys arrived. The smile on your face never left and Rhett swore you were gonna pass out when Simon Le Bon from Duran Duran waved to you. “I just fucking made eye contact with Simon fucking Le Bon—Rhett!! He waved at me!!” Then after y’all had some drinks at the hotel bar you about shit your pants at the realization Nina Blackwood, one of the five original MTV’s VJ’s, was sitting next to you and had complimented your outfit.

Each time you happened to get the once in a life time chance to meet/interact with the artist/group you spent years fangirling over, Rhett would have a tissue ready to catch your tears (of happiness of course) and capture every picture/video so you could have it forever. He literally was the best boyfriend you could ask for, still in disbelief he had given you such an amazing gift he knew you would cherish till the day you died. It was truly the experience of a lifetime.

That entire trip Rhett fell more in love with you and with your love for the decade. He could see it in your eyes and how you connected with people not only y’all’s age who were there, but also the older folks who grew up during that time. Rhett couldn’t wait for you both to go again the next year, making it a goal to attend annually and working to save every penny to make sure he could see that light in you shine bright in the place you belonged.

#rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott headcanon #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x reader #rhett Abbott fluff #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott #rhett abbott outer range #outer range imagine #outer ranger headcanon #lewis pullman #fluff

[daz4i]

i’m bored and i said i’d do it like a week ago so. what music i think bsd characters would listen to, brought to you from a guy who does not know that much about music

partially inspired by the character songs but not entirely

feel free to give your own hcs too! i imagine ppl would disagree with some of my takes which is extremely fair hehe so go ahead and share your own!! >:3

atsushi: mainstream pop, but generally the more gentle and acoustic stuff, even rock or folk leaning pop. also bubblegum pop he’d still jam to anything that’s fun tho

dazai: mainstream pop but the obnoxious annoying stuff. hyperpop also. but he’s generally okay with any genre. likes checking out experimental indie stuff

kunikida: dad rock, oldies. also hot take he’s enjoy lo-fi stuff (one of the other ada members introduces it to him and he tries working with it to block out noise other members *cough*dazai*cough* make and it works wonders)

ranpo: pop but slightly older stuff like 70s 80s vibes, and jazz but the more upbeat and intense sort of jazz. extremely picky about what he likes and gets bored of songs p quickly, so he enjoys more complex and interesting songs

yosano: pop-rock or indie stuff. smooth jazz. sometimes in the mood for more violent rock and metal in part to drown out noises while working lol

tanizaki: this is 100% bc he occupies the same space in my brain as yosuke hanamura but 00s rock. nickelback and linkin park sort of music. some emo stuff

kenji: would it be cliche to say country. lmao but really i think he’d be chill with anything, but prefer acoustic and indie stuff

kyouka: i think she’d hear modern pop songs involving classic japanese elements and ascend. she’d vibe with bubblegum pop but prefer quieter stuff

fukuzawa: classic japanese stuff ofc. doesn’t particularly dislike anything but prefers quiet/mellow music if possible

akutagawa: do i even need to say goth rock + emo. look at him. that guy inhales symphonic metal for a living and you know it. his guilty pleasure is musicals but like, the old classic extra dramatic sort of musicals

chuuya: classic rock + heavy rock and even hardcore stuff i’d say. punk and its subgenres as well. likes some pop songs as a guilty pleasure but hides it vehemently

higuchi: bubblegum pop and pop punk. kinda similar taste to atsushi as in she prefers quiet and acoustic pop more

tachihara: rock, pop punk, loud and violent

gin: emo. warped tour-esque music. kinda similar to tachihara but edgier

hirotsu: classical music, smooth jazz, quiet and mellow

kajii: exprimental. i don’t need to explain myself

kouyou: classic japanese music

mori: orchestral stuff and smooth jazz. opera even

lucy: musicals and dramatic indie pop (i swear i can’t think of a better way to describe it. i’m sure what i mean has a specific name i don’t know unfortunately but if you know it you probably know what i mean). if anyone likes disney osts it’s her

poe: dramatic orchestral stuff, lots of organ and harpsichord sounds. on the flip side, likes lo-fi chill stuff too

steinback: country lmao

nathaniel: church music. amen

louisa: folk, acoustic, quieter and more mellow pop, as well as some more classic musical stuff

mark: mainstream radio pop no doubt no doubt. doesn’t go too deep into genres he just likes fun songs and whatever he can sing along to

melville: i say oldies and i mean OLDIES like 20s 30s sort of music. classical music as well

francis: oldies, rock n roll specifically. claims to like jazz to sound fancy but does not really get it

fyodor: i mean he’s p much the only character with a canon music taste, so. makes my job easier. he likes classical music

nikolai: realistically, classical music (based on how he doesn’t know the word “band” and asks if it’s like an orchestra in that one omake). emotionally, he would thrive on scene kid music, electroswing, hyperpop, and clowncore stuff. he would unironically enjoy penis music

sigma: indie pop. the most basic music you can imagine that is not quite fully mainstream. kinda bland stuff but that’s the way he likes it

fukuchi: classic old stuff but like, marches and orchestra music. while putting up his friendly persona, he’d scream along to dad rock music

sorry hunting dogs besties i don’t have any takes on you. yet

#bungou stray dogs #not tagging everyone lmao #this post is funny bc you can clearly see me running out of steam after chuuya and getting excited again with nikolai #i encourage you to reblog with your own hcs or make your own post heh i'm curious to see >:3 #naturally this post is very biased to my own taste in music so some genres are really under represented hehe

[dvandom]

Top 10 Hits of the 70s

I lived through the 70s, but didn't really start paying attention to pop/rock music until around 1982 or 1983. But for the last few years, a local Classic Rock station (which, distressingly, is starting to move into the 90s as "classic") has run Casey Kasem's American Top 40: The 70s on Sunday mornings. I can usually manage to catch the top ten, or at least the top five (hey, I sleep late on Sundays). There's almost always stuff that's fairly new to me, even in the top spots, which gives me an interesting view on the staying power of popular music.

Roughly speaking, Top 10 hits of the 70s can be chunked into four tiers, although where any particular song ends up is somewhat dependent on your own experiences.

Tier 1: This is the stuff you could play for a room of high school or college students and a lot of them would recognize it. Whether it's been used in a soundtrack, an ad campaign, or a viral video, these are the songs that have managed to stick around in the public consciousness for fifty years for good or for ill. Not always number one hits, though, sometimes they were just rediscovered later and finally found an audience, or they were "sold a million copies but took a while to do it so never hit number 1" deals.

Tier 2: There's still a good chance of hearing these songs even today, but now you have to go looking in places catering to Gen X and Boomers. They show up on Classic Rock and Easy Listening stations (the Billboard charts had a lot of ballads and dreamy instrumentals in the 70s), or as backing for ads you'll only see during Old People Shows. They might even pop up in store muzak once in a while, or get covered by more recent acts. (For an example of that, a fairly recent cover of "I Got You Babe" has been on college radio of late.)

Tier 3: Here's where it gets a lot more subjective. These are songs that were popular enough in the 70s that someone not actually paying attention to pop music would still have heard them. Pop cultural splashes beyond just the Billboard charts. A lot of these are from Christmas Albums (it seemed everyone was doing them in the 70s)...even if I hadn't been listening to country music in the 70s, I'd have heard the John Denver Muppet Christmas songs, for instance. This tier also includes things that were tier 1 for a while but have faded since and might as well not exist in pop culture today. Number one hits like this made a splash, but the ripples faded fairly quickly.

A lot of these were by acts that jumped on a trend and only had one or two hits before the trend faded and they went back to playing county fairs for a living or the equivalent. But some were just lesser pieces by super-popular groups. For instance, the Bee Gees are remembered enough that Saturday Night Live did a sketch around the group in 2024, and some of their hits are definitely Tier 1 (like Stayin' Alive). But they also had a lot of stuff that had no real staying power, but which hit the top ten purely because people were buying everything they released. A similar modern result would be the case of Taylor Swift capturing the entire top ten recently...I rather doubt all ten songs on that album will be remembered by any but the most diehard fan in 20 years, and if there are any that stick around they might not even be the ones in the top five.

Tier 4: "I have never heard this song before in my life," sort of reaction. Or, if I have, it was only in the context of AT40 reruns or historical music shows like I used to watch on VH1. Things like the spoken-word "The Americans" single, or "I Like Dreamin'" (which was number five on this day in 1977, and I can't recall having ever heard before).

I actually like that Tier 4 songs exist. Not only do I get to occasionally hear new-to-me music that is similar to things I already like, but it also means that our culture of "don't innovate, remake" in mass media hasn't mined out EVERYTHING. There are things that used to be popular and are not being shoved back in our face by aging entertainment executives terrified of being the one to try something new.

#popular music #1970s #1970s music

[earlgreytea68]

Hi! Thank you for posting so much interesting stuff lately, I really missed your long posts. I know, Twitter situation kinda sucks, but it clearly has its benefits, if you know what I mean ;))) I always love reading your fob lyrics analysis, for one, it makes me listen to the great old songs time and time again. And speaking of which, it seems, a lot of Pete’s songs are like a classic “angst with a happy ending” type of fic, with a lot of recognisable tropes in it. And it’s amazing. What do you think, if he was an active fandom member (any fandom you can imagine), what kind of author would he be? What kind of stories would he write? Would he engage with his readers? And, would you ever write a story about it??)) I wish you very nice and wholesome winter season ☺️

Awww thank you! I do miss Twitter but I've really been enjoying posting on here! It's been great interacting more with people!

I think Pete Wentz has an intensely fannish personality. He speaks fan-language with a fluency that would be hard to fake, I think, and he's done it all along. He had an *LJ,* after all. And when he talks about pop culture, he just approaches it from the angle of a fan. His radio show was instructive on that point, because he was playing off of a guy who was very clearly not fannish at all, and he would say things like, "I always wanted Rihanna to end up with Drake," or "I read this book and it was like I couldn't think of anything but this book for days," and the other guy was like, "...okay," and I was just like, Pete, darling, you need to get a fanboy around you. I just think he's definitely a fan at heart, and not just in the sense of being a curatorial fan of things, but in an active, creative, shipper-y way, like wanting Rihanna with Drake. There's this podcast he did once that I can't find right now where he analyzed a Hallmark Christmas movie and there’s this part where he’s like, “What’s the deal with the guy’s manager, like, I thought he was in love with the guy,” and I was just like, “Yeah, Pete, because you think in Fanfiction.” He often thinks in character and not in plot, and that's the hallmark of a fanfic writer, really.

Anyway, I have long had a story half-drafted where Pete accidentally becomes a BNF in his own fandom and is writing this epic star-crossed sci-fi AU about him and Patrick that he's trying desperately to hide from Patrick and also from all of his avid readers who for obvious reasons CANNOT KNOW that the story is being written by Pete Wentz hahahaha. Someday I will finish this story, because I adore the premise so much.

I think he would be a furiously productive author, because I think he just writes all the time. I think he wouldn't be much into editing (based on his comments about why he's never written another book). I think his stories would be more like LJ stories than AO3 stories, by which I mean LJ stories had a different feel to them, would sometimes end ambiguously, or have these intense inexplicable metaphors. Which is not to say AO3 stories never do that! And I love AO3 stories!! But Idk, when I think of the way Pete would write a story, it would be in that old-fashioned LJ way, and I think people who read on both platforms probably know what I mean? I think his stories would be full of soulmates and also massive amounts of confusion about being soulmates lololol

And I think he would ABSOLUTELY engage with his readers. He loooooves engagement, really. You will never convince me he's not lurking on every single social media site in some way, shape, or form, spying on the fandom. Probably less now than he did when he was younger, but I remain convinced there's still a secret Pete Wentz Tumblr out there. Pete Wentz was into the engagement before a lot of celebrities realized it could even be a thing. I think he'd answer every comment really thoughtfully.

#pete wentz #fall out boy #fob #bandom