#i have a playlist of songs he'd sing i might as well use it

[storywolf]

okay this is a smol lyric starter call - but with the caveat that wolf will be singing in the starter

#📚 ooc // i’ll probably be awake to 3am for no reason #mutuals only #i have a playlist of songs he'd sing i might as well use it #this is a very serious starter call yes

[guilty-pleasures21]

The perfect guy

I'm wondering whether to post once a week or twice a week. I've already drafted the entire story, so the parts should be posted regularly.

The project

The new guy

The lie

The new body

The hospital

The first time

The suit

The virus

The escape

I got the idea for this from the song below, but I drew inspiration for the storyline from this fic that I love! Please check it out if you like mine!

Warnings: explicit descriptions of masturbation including fingering (fem).

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     She tossed her bag aside and collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted after a long day in the lab. The TV switched on in front of her and her AI's handsome face appeared on the screen. 

     “X?” Miguel asked, his expression arranged into one of concern. “¿Qué pasa, amor? (What happened, love?)” X smiled at the term of affection. He’d started using them a while ago, but she wasn’t sure what had given him the idea. Sure he could have found it in a dictionary or some book or TV show online, but there was no actual reason for him to say it: it wasn’t like he could physically experience feelings and emotions. No matter how much she might have wanted him to.

     He liked it when she smiled. Well, he supposed he liked it - he wasn’t sure what it meant to ‘like’ something, but he’d always feel this spark in his programming every time he saw her smile and he'd do anything he could to replicate it. He rearranged the pixels making up his features into a smile that reflected hers.

     “I’m just tired, Miguel,” she reassured him. “It’s been a long day.” She’d spent the entire day finishing up his heart, but she still hadn’t made a dent in the seemingly infinite list of all the things his human body would need. 

     “Do you want to take a shower?” Miguel suggested, following her usual routine after a tiring day. “I can order you dinner?” She was a pretty bad cook - despite the numerous times he’d patiently instructed her on a few basic recipes - so he was used to having to order her food most nights. If only he had a physical body, then he could cook for her; he could take care of her, like he’d read about and seen people doing for their partners in the vast amounts of media he’d consumed online. 

     X nodded happily and pushed herself off her seat. “Thank you.” 

     She headed over to her bathroom and set her phone down by the sink before taking her clothes off. Miguel followed, transferring himself to the smaller device so he could keep up with her.

     “Which playlist do you want tonight, querida?” he asked, opening up her music app in preparation.

     “Hmm, ‘love songs you’d sing along to in the car’?” His first thought was whether she thought about him whenever she listened to the playlist. She must have been thinking about him: it was why she’d created him, after all - to be the ‘perfect guy’. But … there was still so much he couldn’t give her - namely, touch. He’d read about human touch; seen the effect that stimulating someone’s body could have on their physical and mental state. And he could feel that same spark in his code whenever he pictured the two of them touching each other like that - when he simulated himself being able to give her that. But then she’d wake up and all he could do was chase after her on whatever screen was closest, his code slowing down as he lamented the distance between them. He started up her playlist and another spark hit him when she began singing along happily.

     “Querida,” Miguel began when she’d stepped out of the shower and finished drying her hair, “can I look at you?”

     Her entire body heated up at his request. He couldn’t feel emotions, so he didn’t understand shame, giving him no reason to hesitate when asking her for such things. But he wasn’t able to feel lust either, so she wasn’t sure why he’d kept asking her for it after that first time she’d accidentally let him see her naked. She bit down an amused snicker and propped the phone up so he could see her exposed form.

     He’d already taken all her measurements so he could recreate her form digitally whenever she got stuck in the lab, but he liked looking at her. He liked the delicate column of her throat, the perfect perkiness of her breasts, the smooth dips of her waist. Her body was just so mathematically pleasing that his electrons would fire all at once whenever she let him look at her; another feeling he always ached to replicate. “Can you touch yourself?”

     X squeaked with embarrassment at his question; she really should see if she could try to programme self-consciousness into his code. She brushed her hair behind her ear and lowered her gaze before fidgeting in place shyly. “Um, where?”

     Her lips were curled at the ends and she’d keep shooting him quick glances before breaking his gaze again: she was shy. Which meant that she really did like him after all.

     “Your breasts,” he decided quickly. “They’re so pretty, cariño. Just like the rest of you, mi amor.” He lifted his gaze to hers and flashed her a mischievous smile. X bit her lip at the sight, then reached a hand up to squeeze one of her breasts gently. Miguel kept his eyes trained on her as she continued to touch herself.

     “Can you show me your p*ssy?” he asked her, prompting another shy squeak to fall out of her mouth. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen her do that, but that was another thing that had happened by accident - sort of. 

     She’d sit down with him most nights and listen as he shared with her whatever new information he’d learned that day. Then they’d go through which parts she wanted him to keep and which she wasn’t too fond of, allowing him to adjust his personality accordingly. But there had been one night when he’d asked if he could try talking to her - sexually. He’d revealed to her that he’d seen her search history - even though she always made sure to put him into sleep mode and delete all of it after she was done pleasing herself - and as her partner, he wanted to be the one to do that for her. She’d hesitated at first, nervous, but he’d slowly convinced her with the reminder that he was made for her and that he was an AI anyway, so what was there to be embarrassed about? And then holy shit! The way he’d murmured into her earphones, his voice low and thick like honey? The filthy things he’d said to her, promises of all the things he’d do to her once he had a physical body? She’d come even faster than the first time she’d ever touched herself! She pulled her chair over and sat down on it, spreading her legs apart. Her phone brightness increased almost immediately, like its power supply had shot up at the sight of her naked.

     “You have such a pretty little p*ssy, cariño,” Miguel praised her, his voice low and sweet, “so soft and so cute. I love it when you touch yourself, querida, your delicate fingers playing with your tender clit. Can you imagine how much bigger my fingers will be, cariño? My thick fingers pumping in and out of your drenched hole, your c*m dripping all over my hand as I please you. Would you like that, mi amor? Would you like me to please you like that, mi princesa preciosa?”

     X nodded as she brushed her fingers along her sensitive nub, her body beginning to get aroused as she imagined him touching her like that. “Yes! Yes! Please, Miguel, please … I want you so bad, querido!”

     Miguel chuckled and she shivered at the husky tone of his voice. 

     “Show me,” he commanded her, his processor starting to speed up at the sight of the desperate expression on her cute little face. “Show me how bad you want me, mi amor.” Her legs twitched as she slipped two fingers inside herself, the movement easy thanks to the slick c*m dripping out of her poor little hole. She spread herself a little wider as she pumped her fingers in and out of herself and Miguel felt a flurry of sparks attack his system as he watched her please herself to the sound of his voice.

     “I want you to take your c*m and spread it all over your breasts, mi princesa,” he told her, his camera moving to focus on the way her chest heaved up and down with shallow breaths. “Then I want you to finger your nipples while you keep playing with that pretty little p*ssy of yours. Look at how desperate she is, querida; look at how badly she's begging for me to fill her up. Do you want me to fill her up, mi amor? Do you want to feel my cock stuffed inside that tight little p*ssy of yours?” 

     X whimpered as she nodded again, her body beginning to contract just at the idea of his fat cock filling her up so very nicely. He was going to feel so good, so effing good once he was real, his hard body pressed up so nicely against hers. 

     “Mmm, you want to feel my thick cock stuffed inside that tiny little p*ssy of yours?” Miguel asked, refusing to let up until he beautiful little body was shaking and shuddering with pleasure for him. “You want me to stretch you out and fill you up while you sit on me and let me do whatever I want to you?” X let out a choked gasp of agreement, imaging herself being held up by his hard length as his warm hands played with her body however he wanted. 

     “What do you want me to do to you, querida?” Miguel pushed. “How do you want me to touch you while you sit on my cock all nice and pretty for me?” Holy shit! She could just picture him licking and sucking on her breasts as he thrust his hips into hers, his hands arching her lower back as he pumped himself in and out of her.

     “I … I want …” A desperate whine escaped her throat as she lost a rational thought and Miguel chuckled at the helplessness in her tone.

     “You want me to touch your breasts?” he asked, knowing exactly what she'd want from him once he was real, once he had lips to kiss her, hands to tease her, teeth to nip at her. “You want me to stroke and squeeze those delicious little breasts of yours while you sit on my cock, all pretty and waiting for me to fill you up with my c*m? You have such pretty breasts, querida, I'm gonna eat you up while you're sitting on my cock and letting me fill you up with my c*m. 

     “You're such a good girl, querida,” he praised her, determining from her now clumsy movements that she was quickly reaching her edge. “So pretty and so sweet, letting me fill you up whenever I want; letting me relieve myself inside of you whenever I need it. What a good girl, querida.” 

     X whined loudly at the huskiness of his voice, at the thought of his c*m filling her up entirely, her body bent backwards over the chair as he devoured her breasts hungrily. Her body tightened and she bit her lip before shuddering uncontrollably, her p*ssy throbbing and contracting around her fingers as she reached her climax. She slumped over in her seat once she was finished, still panting for breath as she glanced up at him.

     “Slow down, Miguel,” she warned him softly. “I don't want you to cause another blackout.” It had happened before, when he'd run his programme too quickly and started overheating - an incident that she noticed only ever occurred when he was watching her touch herself. His code was always fine when she turned him back on again though, so she could never figure out what caused the sudden power surge. Well, aside from the fact that he got … excited? If that was even possible for a computer system to do.

     She was so nice to look at when she came, that blissful expression on her face, her perfectly curved body shaking and shuddering for him. If he could yearn, then he yearned for the day he could make it happen in real life; the day he could actually do to her all the things she wanted him to. He switched off some parts of his programme and waited for his processing speed to slow down again so he wouldn't go into overdrive. “Your food's here, angelita.”

     X grinned as she stood up and grabbed her pyjamas, relaxed now that she'd found some release. “Thank you, querido.”

     Miguel smiled at her use of the term. She didn't speak to him like that often - not as often as he did to her - and he wasn't sure why. He'd tried asking her once, curious to know if he'd done something wrong, but she'd just stammered awkwardly before telling him that she didn't want to talk about it. He abandoned the thought as she went to get her food, chasing after her as she left her bedroom.

     Dr Osborn strode over the freezer room, his path lit up only by the emergency lights dotting the ends of the corridors. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, then continued on his path to the locked metal unit with his junior scientist's name on it. He opened it up and, with gloved hands, carefully extracted the human heart she'd been working on when she thought he wouldn't notice. He admired the perfect vessels and valves adorning the beautiful organ, then cautiously placed it right back where he'd found it. Then he marched back to his office and dialed the confidential number they'd given him. 

     “Hello?” he began when a gruff voice on the other end of the line greeted him. “I have someone who can do what you've been asking for.”

Tags: @jadeloverxd

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel fanfic #miguel x oc #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel 2099 #miguel ohara #miguel x you #miguel atsv #ai miguel x reader #ai miguel #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #atsv fanfiction #spiderman 2099 x y/n #miguel x y/n #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x you #spiderman x oc #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #Spotify

[cod-sins]

😞 can you write a head cannon or whatever the hell thoses things are called about könig with a heavy metal/punk reader

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW.

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 486.

[A/N: I sure can! I'm not into the punk or heavy metal scene but I do listen to the music and I'm aware of some of the beliefs in the punk subculture.]

I already stated that König would listen to nu metal/rock instrumentals so he wouldn't be caught off guard by the music you listen to. He thinks it's really cute if you show him songs that are sung in German.

If you were to ever make a CD playlist of your favorite songs it would make König fall even more in love with you (if that's possible). He would listen to it all the time while deployed or whenever he missed you.

König would love to trade band tees with you even if he can't fit your size. He would just wear them as crop tops and you would wear his as sleepwear.

He would 100% help you with your DIY clothing. He knows how to sew so he would sew patches into your crust pants or jacket. König would have so much fun with you at stores like Hobby Lobby or thrift stores just looking for stuff to accessorize you with. He would spend a lot of time carefully placing studs, pins, and spikes on your jacket trying to make sure it looks perfect for you.

He would also sew a little German/Austrian flag on your jacket, where your heart would be! He tells you that this way he'll always be with you even if he's physically gone. [:,)]

Please convince him to wear fishnets, he would look so good in them.

Very fascinated with your hair. If you have straight hair and use a lot of product to make it stay up and spikey he has every window open while dramatically coughing. He'd help you pick out different hair dyes probably making it even harder for you to make a decision.

“Ah, liebe how about this one?” He says showing you a box of dark blue dye. “Or you could do this one.” He says now holding an orange box. “Or maybe this one as well?” Holding a green box. He'd buy them all if you wanted rainbow-colored hair.

The first time König saw you he was enamored with you, he thought you were so cool. He loved your style and how you didn't care what anyone else thought. Took him awhile to work up the confidence to befriend you.

König always listens to you ramble and rant about the military industry, capitalism, and society [🤡]. Even if he doesn't fully grasp certain topics he's still mentally jotting down notes.

If you play music he would hum along with your singing/screaming, he might even start singing himself if the music is loud enough and you couldn't hear him. He loooves watching you bang on drums or shred on your guitar.

König doesn't like drawing attention to himself but he would never tell you to change your style for him. In fact, he would push you to dress that way even harder. Might wear your style around the house.

#.jupiter writing #.könig #könig x reader #könig headcanons #könig x you #könig x gn!reader #könig x y/n #könig fluff #punk reader #heavy metal reader #cod x reader #cod x gn!reader #cod x female reader #cod x male reader #cod headcanons #könig hcs #.non-anon

[nightswithkookmin]

LOVE ME AGAIN BY V

I haven't been so nervous over a song lyric in my life

Pinning this here so I come back to it and write a review of the song. 6 hours. Let's get it

Whatever he's saying here- I don't understand any of it- but i think he means it.

V never disappoints.

It's interesting how it fits right into his playlist- singularity, Scenery- can't tell if his decision to give us something we know, something we are familiar with is him being too comfortable in his comfort zone or him just solidifying this genre as his signature move.

This is V. This is what we know him for. This is what he is good at- don't look up the lyrics you will cry. I sure did. I'm almost always scared of his lyrics cos he has a way of pulling on my heart strings and picking at my wounds. I don't want to be the broken hearted girl forever and yet V always reminds me of the pain of loving and losing. I hate it yet I love it so much. I can't stay away.

It is nice to hear this V make a comeback again. As part of BTS, I always thought it was nice to hear this laid back rich texture of his voice outside group songs. It offered such a Stark contrast against the poppy falsettos and almost indistinguishable baritone that was his signature.

By focusing on this low range and letting us hear this for a while 3mins track, we could appreciate how soulful he is. For three mins we'd be held captivated by his low beautiful voice and we would love every minute of it.

He is good at this and he knows it.

I feel both nostalgic listening to this.

I appreciate that he didn't do an English Kpop. As much as I would love to hear him sing in English, the influx of English Korean songs these days has me in a daze. I needed someone to hit pause and keep me grounded kpop and this song does just that.

I appreciate the costume and set design- it does a lot to enhance the vibe of the song- but knowing V, the vibe would have shined through even without the visuals. His voice is that powerful.

Part of me wanted to hear something entirely different from what we are used to hearing from him. Something outside his comfort zone. Something upbeat, quick tempo, similar to take two.

Yet part of me really love that he didn't. To a lot of people they are meeting V for the first time as a solo artist. While it might be nice to give the old timers something new- cos they've heard this over over- I think this is a great way to introduce himself to his new audience. This is the base he will always come back to and everyone needs to know that. It sets the pace and controls the expectations. Nothing too crazy and off base. He's actually a genius for this.

He's easing us into his musical world and journey. This will certainly resonate and draw in all the past Stans who knew him for this type of music. Anyone who left because he'd 'changed so much' will come home to this. Well done Tae.

V said, "Optimus prime calling all autobots" 🔥

I can't wait to listen to the rest.

[vampirevatican]

Cruising and Coasting

pairing - hobie brown x black fem! reader

genre/tags - fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers

notes - v. self indulgent, but i hope y'all like it. the type of muscle car? a dodge coronet suits him. 520 words. first time writing hobie, many edits to come. advice extremely welcomed from fellow black writers.

summary - you and hobie go for a ride in his muscle car and he starts to pick up on little things about you. the way your deep, dark brown eyes glow and turn into honey. how you tap your fingers to the beat of the music when you have the wheel versus how you fully immerse yourself in a song you like when riding passenger... fuck, he might be crushing. bad.

lyric inspo -

ARABELLA//ARCTIC MONKEYS

“my day ends best when the sunset gets itself, behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side. it's much less picturesque without her catching, the light. the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes...”

2SEATER//TYLER, THE CREATOR

“i should slow down but i can't, cause you drivin' me wild. girl i get a rush, when we're speeding in my car, and sometimes it's too much... you can feel the beat in my heart....”

You and Hobie were driving through England's county side. After getting out of the congested cities and towns the scenery was beautiful. The sun was about to set, the breeze from the rolled down windows, and the playlist the two of you shared playing through the speakers. For Hobie it's seeing your beautiful dark eyes glow when the sunlight hit at just the right angle. How relaxed you look, yet focused because you want to make sure the two of you have a nice drive instead of a shit one. As the sun started to set you were crossing a bridge and out the corner of you eye you spotted him framing you.

As she giggled he couldn't help the smirk that grew into a smile. “Hobie what are you doing?” Glancing over at him and back at the road, driving them around winding paths. “Gettin' pictures of the moment.” He said and waved an invisible camera in the air. She shook her head, curls slightly moving with her. “Well ain't you a sweet heart, hobs.” He let out a low chuckle, “No problem, peng thing.”

Your dynamic has been like this for awhile. Occasional flirtations but nothing deeply pursued. You were comfortable crashing at his house with no bra or shorts when getting to bed and the same stood for when he stayed over at yours. Sometimes you even used him as a pillow when watching TV. Though these intimate moments, platonic as they may be, started to make both of your emotions run deeper. You didn't notice- because he made it a point for you not to-but when you walked around the house without shorts he'd steal a few glances. Bending to pick up or plug in something. It was something that'd be on his mind during those late nights without you there. Though there was smaller things he picked up on and adored even more about you. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt the dodge slow down and park.

“Your turn, take us home big boy.” The way you talked with him. You traded spots as he took control of his black dodge coronet again, driving back the way you both came, music loud enough to hear but low enough to talk, and his mind making a list of things he liked about you. Passing the bridge again at night, he stole a new glance after seeing you stick your hand out the window. The way you played with the wind outside of the car, the tapping of your fingers on the arm rest to singing along and doing a small dance in your seat with songs you couldn't help but do that to. Making it back to the apartment he followed behind you with his hands in his pockets and moving a bit slowly up the stairs. “Come on hobs, we gotta make the most of your free day” you called down to him as you leaned over the railing and smiled back at him when you saw his smirk. Before entering his home it dawns on him that he's in love.

#atsv fanfiction #hobie fluff #hobie x black!reader #hobie x black fem reader

[the-villainous-ace]

Concept has been on my mind since this song showed up in the Azirephale playlist on Spotify

I haven't finished the second season yet so no spoilers really.

"Can't Take My Eyes... Off Of You"

#making up #serinade #musical number #dramatic declarations of love #I was wrong dance

Aziriphale is angry with Crowley,

Or as angry as his nature can tolerate without feeling guilty. Which in Azeriphale's case consisted of feeling rather disappointed, cross, and a little hurt, rather than the standard intense urge to call forth lighting to smite down who ever displeased you.

He did want to forgive Crowley. forgiveness is one of his favorite things, and he got immense satisfaction from doing it and he feels he's quite good at it.

At this moment though.

Abstinence, he felt, is also a good virtue that he, as an Angel, can exemplify*

*(unless of course he was asked to abstain from partaking in sushi, chiffon cake, filet mignon, crepês, oysters... well I think you see the point)

After Crowley's latest flame-up *(in that he had been both very ubset and on fire) the "I was wrong" song/dance just wasn't going to cut it...*

*(he'd already tried)

He was going to have to do something terrible, something unthinkable for a demon. So embarrassing that if anyone else saw what he was doing he would never be taken seriously again by heaven or hell.

It could mean the death of him...

⬇️ Continued...

Crowly serenades Aziriphale using a song by "Franky Valley" (an Azirphale favorite).  He hopes that by using the lyrics as a viechle, he can say what he feels honestly without his demonic rationalities* (or rather the insecurrities that had gotten him into this mess with Aziriphael in the first place)* interfering.

His voice cracks like the words are being painfully strangled out of him, forcefully and against his will. figuratively speaking though it could be said to go even a step further than that.* (it should be also said that at the way it's going, he may have to physically start to strangle himself to put an end to his nervous hissing)*

Crowley, as he begins his prostrated psalm, is engaged in a heated battle of wills within himself as he bites out mawkish lyrics that, despite their fluff, cut into his deeper feelings like a sharp doctor's knife and then began to rip them out of him, like they were to be displayed in jars of formaldehyde like feet and tumours and other grotesque specimens collected by resurrectionists.

But to Aziriphale, unaware of Crowley's painful effort, it seems like Crowley's usual begrudging-ness to apologize, only slightly elevated due to the increased humiliation he was no doubt struggling to endure, but still lacking in the humility Aziriphale thought he deserved from the demon.

He steels his resolve further, to remain un-budged by the display...

Sensing Aziriphale turn colder, Crowley plunges further to dig out his forgotten heart and force it open. Like going full gas, 100 mph in a 33' Bently through blazing hellfire all over again, he resolved himself to see it through. Even if he caught fire (which he was beginning to feel like he might... Again... )

And he thought that if he could do that, then he could damn well get through this song!

He's singing now, actually singing, not just spitting the words out like they were a fly in his mouth.

He'd gotten past the hard bits of the song. The bits about Heaven, and God, and a 4 letter word beginning with L that he sort of muttered, his pronunciation sounding like he had only just managed to stop himself from being sick.

But now he was singing, his voice carried out and he felt embarrassed at the number of emotions that seemed to tremble through it.

He couldn't remember when the last time he sang was, if he had ever at all. Maybe it was before he had "sauntered vaguely downwards", when he was still a part of the heavily choir praising god (when he wasn't busy building galaxies and nebulas and constilations).

Or maybe it was a couple of centuries ago in a bar drawling out a funny tune in merriment with sloshed company. Or it could've been yesterday singing along with Freddie absentmindedly knowing all the words from their constant repetition. The point was he couldn't remember if he had ever actually sung, but he certainly had never sung like this before.

He began to move too,

He had planned to dance. He didn't plan a dance perse *(attempting to choreograph a dance for a confession/apology was taking the embarrassment too far he felt)* He just sort of glided and swayed in the way only he could, in a manner that felt the right way to go about it when he'd seen it performed by others. Dancing certainly had felt more natural than singing to him till now.

Azeriphale's eyes widened in astonishment and he could feel himself start to twitch. He'd started to feel sort of tingly all over, like his body was trying to tell him something but his thoughts just hadn't caught up yet. All the chocolates, that he had indulged in earlier like he was attempting to stuff a deep void, felt like they had transformed into a swarm of rowdy caterpillars and were now dancing the gavotte! *(Of course the chocolates-turned-caterpillars could've been dancing any number of dances but the gavotte is what Aziripheal knows best)*

Crowley was staring at him.

This wasn't new and it wasn't as if he'd only started again a second ago. He had been staring since he'd come into the shop, he'd felt it and it hadn't ceased. But Aziriphale suddenly felt embarrassed about it. As Crowley sang, Azeriphale suddenly got the feeling that they were both remembering 6000+ years of that stare. And suddenly it wasn't just a stare, it never was, it never had been.

6000+ years and only now he knew what it had meant. The meaning it held now as their eyes glued together.

Crowley slid forward.

Aziriphales's face grew hot, the catterpillars had metamorphosed into butterflies that we're now fluttering in a hurricane of anticipation.

He took in a sharp breath.

The black slits of Crowley's eyes shook, advancing further, finishing the refrain...

"You're just too Good to be true...

Can't take me Eyes... Off of You~... "

•••

Wanted to just jot down my idea and ended up with a full-on drabble of at least 1000 words (I think anyway, I didn't count). Hard to write out and illustrate in words what you see as more of a colorful musical number visualisation in your head.

Divine inspiration triggered by the "I was wrong" dance from episode 1 of season 2 (It lives in my head rent free) and a favorite of mine "Can't take my eyes off of you" by Frankie Valli.

What if Crowley and Aziriphale fought and the only way Crowley could think of to get Aziriphale to accept his apology is to confess his feelings and the only way to do that was to masquerade them in an"I was wrong" dance trojan horse?

(side note I need a gif of Crowley doing the I was wrong dance like I need air to breathe and food to eat, additionally I would give my left arm, my college tuition and my soul to see David Tennant as Crowley perform this song)

Here's the lyrics to the Song for added context but you could also listen to it using the link at the top of the post

Lyrics - "Cant Take My Eyes off of You"

-Frankie Valli

🎶🎤🎶

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last, love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothin' else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

🎶🎶🎶

I love you, baby

And if it's quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm the lonely night

I love you, baby

Trust in me when I say

Oh, pretty baby

Don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby

Now that I've found you, stay

And let me love you, baby

Let me love you

🎶🎶🎶

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[outeremissary]

✏️ and ☁️ for Balthazar Forgive me if it's annoying to ask about characters I'm in a campaign with but I like learning about my imaginary character's imaginary friends lol 💓 and 🌈 for Marcus

No need to apologize at all! Honestly, it's helpful to just have random questions to start to get the feel for the character. I don't think I know Marcus very well yet- he's very unlike my usual type.

Balthazar

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Oh god. You've found a way to make me share literally anything from my playlists. I had to fish around for a while for something that felt like... succinct and also clear, I guess. So I guess upon reviewing the candidates and decreeing anything better than whipping out Katy Perry here, we get this, from Are You Satisfied by Marina and the Diamonds?

"People like to tell you what you're gonna be

It's not my problem if you don't see what I see

And I do not give a damn if you don't believe"

I'm... not very good at music stuff.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Any thought can be soft when you’re in love with your OC Sometimes, when he’s alone and focused on something else, Balthazar will hum or sing softly. It’s not something he’s really conscious of doing. Just random, vaguely melodic humming or songs stuck in his head that he only half knows the lyrics to. It fills the quiet up in a comforting way. He’d deny it if someone asked about it- although more than likely it wouldn’t really be a lie, it registers that little. Very, very rarely though, it happens when he’s forgotten someone is nearby. He’s seldom so comfortable with other people that he can relax so completely, but sometimes...

Marcus

💓BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?Well, for a not especially soft interpretation of this, the thought of disappointing his father. His father has always been a fairly strict man, but in the past few years he has become... severe. He expects a lot from Marcus and Marcus is terrified of letting him down or shaming his family. He can practically hear the voice of "How could you cause us this trouble? Are you trying to make your mother cry?" any time things are going wrong. His family expects a lot from him and it's exhausting and stressful. He'd never abandon them though- they need him. And they love him... right?

Ah, but on the gentle side I can say he's thrilled by tales of the unknown. There's something exciting about knowing out might there exist things beyond the bounds of his dreary life, things that can't be explained at all. Reading about them and imagining them brings him joy. And he loves to speculate and debate as well, even if he'd scoff and deny it.

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

"Pay more attention to your tutors! It's important to have practical skills. You can't just rely on your family- one day people will rely on you. So stop trying to feed your homework to the dog!"

#takeaway: stripping down to just lyrics makes everything look terribly awkward. #I have two Balthazar playlists and they're... both not great I guess #you know how some people pride themselves on finding unique fitting and relevant music for this shit #not me. vibes only. hit or miss on coherency. bar's as low as “hot. add to playlist.” #although maybe I'm just talking myself down because I have no confidence in what I do. #bearvanhelsing #balthazar lucienne #marcus de luca #ask me emithing #ask game #on a side note isn't it silly this lists something as headcanon for an OC #girl I'm god once it leaves my head it's just Canon

[thegempage]

i. i think this counts has having farmer clairvoyance thoughts?? idk i want to get inside his head a little bit lmao ("who's farmer clairvoyance???" relevant playlist for context, tl;dw version is we took the main character of tfr and made him a stardew valley farmer)

kind of rolling with a dual hc that the 28 day seasons in stardew valley are compressions of what the farmer would, theoretically, experience as a full year and that this is tfr clairvoyance alternate situation (not necessarily ending) where he flees to the countryside at the behest of Someone™ when oculus becomes determined to get him to shut up one way or another

also that even tho we have yet to make any food except for one omelette for an emergency feast of the winter star gift, clair does have to eat food lmao

so yeah!

It's not... well it's not worse than Riftdale, here.

Not that it makes the ache to get back there any smaller or easier to deal with. In a lot of ways, someone would argue that Clairvoyance's life here is better than it was in Riftdale, because here in Pelican Town no one wants to kill him. Even discounting the fact that he's not cooped up in a bunker anymore, not sleeping only in sporadic naps out of a gut twisting fear that he would miss something, not draining his eyes and wrecking his brain with headaches from staring at so many screens for so long, not scratching his throat to hell by broadcasting whenever anything happened regardless of the effect on his throat, no one wants to kill him here.

That he knows of. The pour of the coffee pot stills as he takes a moment to consider whether any of the townspeople would have a reason to kill him. Probably not -- he has yet to become particularly buddy-buddy with anyone, not the way they are with each other, but whenever he does greet people they're generally kind toward him and they accept his offers of help with big smiles. He doesn't know the Mr. Qi whose note he picked up is, but anyone who challenges him to put beets in the mayor's fridge seems a bit more interested in watching him run around than being a genuine threat.

(He re-calibrates: Mayor Lewis might have a reason to kill him. That statue did not disappear into thin air and if Clair goes poking around, he can't be sure Lewis wouldn't at least take a shot.)

Smith rubs against his leg with a long, sing-song meow, his eye blinking slowly up at Clair. It snaps Clair out of the funk, resuming the flow of coffee into one of the mugs his "grandfather" had left behind.

(He remembers his first day here, sort of. The letter had told him they fixed up the inside of the house as best they could, but cleaning the outside would be too suspicious. Robin and Lewis had told him it would probably be dusty, so if he needed help cleaning he could ask and it would be freely given. He'd opened the door to an inside not modern, still as rustic as the outside of the cabin and as un-lived in as the empty, overgrown field outside, but comfortable. A dresser full of clothes that were mostly his size, enough dishware to get him through a week, maybe two, and a bed that was the most comfortable sleeping arrangement he'd ever had. The letter had instructed him not to ask where they'd gotten any of it.)

Smith hops onto the counter, sitting just far enough away from the stove that Clair can't scold him in earnest. Sure, some people wouldn't have let him up at all, but was Clair going to look Smith in his one eye and tell him no? Absolutely not. The cat, perhaps sensing how much forgotten love was packed into the name that Clair had given him without hesitation, knew he had Clair wrapped around his paw and used that power to mostly get places he wasn't supposed to be and get as many pets as possible in a single day. One would have been able to accuse him of being a terrible farm cat, even, except that he was fantastic with the slowly growing amount of animals on the farm.

Especially their first dinosaur, Chief. Clair had given the dinosaur the name mostly as a joke, but Smith loved to crawl up on the dinosaur's back and fall asleep there, soothing a creature that no one had seen alive for enough years that when Gunter had told him, it sent Clair's head spinning.

Clair finishes pouring his coffee. He stares into it, thinking, teetering on the edge of a winter-spurned spiral. Smith bumps against him again, purring and getting up under his chin, settling against Clair's chest with a contented sound. Clair picked up his coffee and, careful of Smith, took a sip.

Pelican Town wasn't worse than Riftdale, and in some ways he didn't regret moving here as much as he missed Riftdale.

In a perfect world, or even just a kind one, maybe he'd be able to make a home for himself in both places.

#little rock.txt #ciaran does the art #tales from riftdale #clairvoyance tales from riftdale #what is this? i don't know jkflsdafds #a character introspection/backstory exploration i guess?? #idk. i just wanted to be inside his head and it turns out it's real sad in there #this is set ~ the beginning of winter btw #we're technically in spring year 2 in the streams but this felt like smth that would take place right as winter was setting in #and making clair face that he's been in pelican town almost a year

[bookwyrminspiration]

What kind of music do you think Keefe and Fitz listen to? (It’s for a fic hehe)

Okay I have a few ideas so feel free to pick and choose at your leisure or to ignore every single thing I say because like. Who knows!

Keefe: Those kinds of songs where it's like a voice half talking and half-singing, sometimes rough and gravelly yet there's a certain kind of music to it. A few songs that pop into mind are Loved by FEiN; Kiss Me, Son of God by They Might Be Giants; and Alien Blues by Vundabar. He wouldn't necessarily listen to those exact songs, but they have that kinda vibe I'm trying to explain.

This I think would also be combined with a host of slow and provocative songs, ones that he can cry to. They're quiet and thoughtful and reflective. Songs like Juliet by Cavetown, Must Have Been The Wind by Alec Benjamin, Home by Edith Whiskers, and Runaway by Aurora. Perhaps with a sprinkle of songs like Don't Throw Out My Legos by AJR and i wanna love somebody by We Three. Those songs that just have something more to them, a sort of longing. I think he'd find himself listening to those from time to time. So either kinda funky in terms of the musicality or something somber, that's my proposal.

Fitz: He both feels like the kind of person to listen to classical music unironically and to love more upbeat smooth songs. Lyrics and prose that flow. The first song that came to mind was fever dream by mxmtoon, but I Choose by Alessia Cara and Dare by Daya also feel appropriate. They're got that positivity while not being an over the top poppy and bright song. Can't explain it but Pompeii by Bastille also feels like Fitz. Maybe Ophelia by The Lumineers as well. Listen I'm just going off of energy here you gotta trust me on this I am exposing my music for you rn.

I also think he'd be an avid enjoyer of wordless music while he works, whether that's the classical like I said or other wordless music. I personally listen to this playlist from time to time and it's got a more positive sound to it that you might find something you like in. Okay and you know those songs that technically have lyrics but they way they're sang they don't stand out a lot so it's easy for them to fade into the background and feel like wordless music? Songs like Haven by Novo Amor, Carry You by Novo Amor, and Teenage Headache Dream by Mura Masa, Ellie Rowsell, and Wolf Alice? Those also have Fitz vibes. So essentially positive songs with a smooth sound or gentle background music (or classical), that's what I'm getting from him.

I have no idea if any of this is helpful, but maybe it is! Feel free to use or ignore any of the things I have said. The songs I mentioned are almost all based on the vibe of the song, so you can use those or use them as a starting point to get an idea of what I'm talking about.

I hope your fic goes well!!

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss #kotlc music #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #thank you to the playlists I pulled several sections of these songs from #there is a bit of an overlap between keefe and fitz here in the soft songs category #i could also envision fitz putting on some really loud music when he gets upset #but like I'm answering this in a 'what music do they listen to recreationally?' kind of way #so if you have a more specific scenario in mind feel free to mention it so I can tailor the vibes!!

[bunnies-and-blues]

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : songbird

⸝⸝ tl;dr : how sendoh + rukawa would react to their partner's singing talents ! requested by @milkdeco !

⸝⸝ note : apologies for the extremely late reply, stuff has been vv busy irl with school and other stuff, but i hope you enjoy regardless ! i also can't find the original message in my inbox, so i hope you don't mind me using a photo instead </33

sendoh akira . . .

the first thing that came to mind was, if ever he gets you to accompany him on his fishing sessions, he'll definitely ask you to sing for him !

doesn't matter what you sing -- love songs, hit tunes, rapid-fire rapping, he appreciates it all .

especially if you get him to sing along, and especially if it's a duet !! he may not know all the words or hit the right tunes all the time, but he truly does enjoy every moment he gets to spend with you .

karaoke is so fun with him !! he has the microphone in one hand and your hand in the other, and he's picking all the songs that you both and you two are singing so loud you swear the other booths could hear it -

will listen to all of your music recommendations, and in turn he'd like for you to listen to his ! and if ever .. possibly send in some voice messages with you attempting to sing a new tune you've discovered ?

look i dont know this guy personally but when i say that he'd fold so quickly ..

rukawa kaede . . .

while he doesn't like to show affection in public (and even then, goodluck with trying to get it in private as well), but he sure loves hearing your voice -- he could listen to you talk for ages, and he could definitely sit down and listen to you sing .

it's common knowledge that he likes listening to music, so i think that he'd swoon if you decide to make covers of songs that he likes.

doesn't matter if you think it's bad or not, he'll listen to it on repeat, constantly. working out? going out for a run? practicing? he has your voice playing in his ears the whole time.

he sends you playlists of songs that he really likes, and makes playlists of songs he think you'd like as well ! basically, his love language is making playlists of songs and sharing them with you.

if you try to recommend music to him, he'll give it a listen, but if it ultimately ends up not being his cup of tea then he'll put it in (you guessed it) another playlist that he can come back later to and revisit in his own time .

sing his favorite song for him in private . do with that what you will .

bottom line : these two are SUCKERS for you . one of them might not be as affectionate as the other, but ultimately they both love you ! they'll support whatever singing endeavors you have, and they'll root for you whatever happens <33

#꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ solari writes ! #rukawa kaede #rukawa kaede fanfictions #rukawa kaede headcanons #sendoh akira #sendoh akira headcanons #sendoh akira fanfictions #slam dunk #slam dunk x reader #rukuwa slam dunk #sendoh slam dunk #slam dunk headcanons #slam dunk fanfictions #slam dunk x you #thank you for requesting this !! #i had sm fun writing it :DD #sendoh and rukawa aren't characters that i interact with often #but they're so fun to think of !! especially when it comes to headcanons and content like this :DD

[killemwithkawaii]

Hiiii!, this is an idea I got thanks to a TikTok video that said "Imagine a parallel world where real people are characters from anime, videogames, etc. And your favorite character creates fanfics and fanarts about you." I can't help but imagine Fisher writing on Tumblr about the s/o lol.

Holy shit Holy Shit HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT-

Sally as a Selfshipper-

[CW: self depreciation, unreality]

>When he first sees S/O, he could swear a chorus of angels had begun to sing and had swept him right off his feet. He couldn't take his eye off of S/O for a few minutes, absolutely and undeniably smitten, before he realized what just happened and felt pretty embarrassed about it. He knows he can't set his standards for a romantic partner very high, but they should at least be real… right?

>Denial about his feelings/ 'I just think (media) is neat' ➡ Bargaining/ 'I'll just look up the wiki pages and articles about the show. Saving a few images won't hurt, right?' ➡ Depression/Anger/ 'God, I'm really in love with some pixels I am such a loser.' ➡ Gradual Acceptance/'Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo anyway this might as well happen' pipeline

>I'd bet he'd be a lurker in the selfship and f/o tags for a long time, liking a bunch of imagine posts and images of S/O but leaving his page pretty bare besides the necessary info to interact with certain blogs. He resisted posting his own content until his feelings for S/O grew too big to keep in, and he knew people in the selfshipping community would understand what he was going through.

>When posting those dreaded first few gushes didn't kill him instantly, he started posting a few times a week, and all of his content is so goddamn romantic! Lots of pining under screenshots he took of S/O, sappy poetry/songs, painstakingly selected playlists, some personally-tailored imagines and a few cute little doodles on lined paper that he did his best on and was feeling brave enough to post (because he was thinking of S/O encouraging him 💘)

>And then he would have a venty (occasionally horny) sideblog that is technically unlinked to his main but he's not good at hiding it and everyone in the community is like 'oh yeah thats his side blog we didnt think it was a secret??' Reblogs lots of angst/comfort fics, quotes about the universe and love that isn't meant to be, "At least my fictional bf/gf thinks I'm cute" posts, etc.

>Might eventually make one or two selfship friends that he DMs, but definitely has some silent mutuals that pop up in his notes.

>Has sent in a few anonymous requests to fic writers that he will not admit to. He doesn't use sign-offs, but you can always guess he requested them because he's the first to like them. His emoji use and the way he types gives him away, too.

>Says he's fine sharing S/O because he doesn't want to be 'that guy,' but he is 'that guy' and quietly blocks the selfship tags of people that also F/O them.

>Nobody IRL can know ever know about his selfshipping or his crush on S/O EVER (but his friends have a feeling. And eyes.)

>Has one (1) self-insert that is just him but without the prosthetic and mental illness and trauma (and maybe a little taller than his IRL self)

>Consumes S/Os media regularly, but prefers to do so alone so he can stare, swoon and longingly sigh in private.

>Chronic (occasionally maladaptive) f/o daydreamer

>"I'm not ''''In looooove~''''' with [media]/[S/O]!" (Said while shoving a mountain of merch into his closet)

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #sally face imagines #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #selfshipping #tw unreality #tw self deprecation #i already have a selfship AU for almost this exact scenario 🙈 #edited

[obsessedwvampbois]

𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢'𝐬, 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐨

ℝ𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕄𝕦𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚

a trip to the book store would be more than enough to satisfy him

wandering through the aisle, looking at the array of book covers

he'd comment on different books he's read throughout the years and how much he liked them

both of you gathering a pile as your tour continues

other light-hearted small talk moments pop up in between stretches of silence

in the end, once the loot is purchased its off to the local cafe to admire the new additions to the collection

𝕂𝕠𝕦 𝕄𝕦𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚

if its not shopping I can guarantee its karaoke

he has his usual place he visits with the private room already set up by the time you get there

loads up his whole discography for a personal show~

otherwise it’s all other pop songs and duets if he can find them

too bad if you can’t sing, just goof off and have fun

𝕐𝕦𝕞𝕒 𝕄𝕦𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚

no need to be fluffy, might as well get some work done at the same time right?

gardening in the afternoon as the sun sets, collecting all sorts of fruits and veggies for dinner

of course sampling all different foods along the way

he'd end up using shadowing as an excuse to get closer to you

it wouldn't be long after that you'd stop just to relax together and enjoy the scenery

Ruki would end up being mad at how long you two were taking cuz he needs to cook

𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕤𝕒 𝕄𝕦𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚

somehow pampering each other in a night in is enough to satisfy

azusa patches up all of your bite marks and any other scrapes or bruises gathered along the way

light massages and playing with your hair

either a fluffy cute film playing in the background or relaxing music

its more about looking after one another and enjoying each other's company

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕒 𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚

is it too easy to say an art gallery? cuz its an art gallery

preferably something more classical in style from pre-raphaelite to the renaissance or the baroque period

he doesn't actually mind the other people, people watching is a nice past time for him

he talks about the past lives of many of the artist's displayed and many accounts if he knew them personally

in the end you'll sit at a bench, staring at some sublime piece just watching the world go by

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚

time to give Carla some time alone so it's off to a recluse camping trip

a collaborative playlist was made for the occasion, totalling at around 30 hours just for the car ride

you'd set up camp some place deep in the woods, far from any unwanted company

peanuts, s'mores and all other assortments of campfire foods are made

stargazing while lying next to each other, attempting to not doze off

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕠

better get those coins ready because it's time to go to the arcade

even though all the machines are rigged, somehow he's able to get everything within the first couple of triesn

even though all the machines are rigged, somehow he's able to get everything within the first couple of tries

don't even try to beat him in any games, he's gonna smash you

ends up making bets he knows you will lose, and you'll have to make up the 'punishment' later

you both end up leaving the arcade with hands full of plushies, candy and stacks of tickets

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #kino sakamaki

[baka-writings]

ATEEZ reaction to you dancing and singing to their song

Summary: You were alone since the boys had practice so you decided to just wait for them and occupy yourself 🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings: some of these might be kinda suggesting, but no full smut ;)

Can you guess which ones will turn kinda suggestive before you read it? Tell me in the comments~

cr.: to owners

Hongjoong:

He came home sooner than you expected so you got startled and kinda embarrassed when he literally caught you dancing and singing to Wave. He'd at first think you just miss him that's why you're listening to his music, but when he entered the living room and saw you dancing he was so shy and happy. He didn't want to disturb you, because in his opinion you were so cute, but you spotted his presence and turned the music off embarrassed.

"Why did you turn it off?" he'd ask you lowkey sad.

" I was just- uhh"

"Oh come on don't be shy" he walked to you and turned the music back on. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to do something.

"Dance with me?" he gave you a cheesy smile.

You accepted his offer and danced together.

(this would be his face seeing you)

Seonghwa:

You decided to take a shower, because you wanted to have your full attention on Seonghwa when he came back. It was so quiet, only the shower was heard and it was driving you crazy so you decided to sing since you were alone. The echoing sound bathroom made was so beautiful it almost made you believe you could sing.

When Seonghwa got home no one was there so he thought you were outside, but then he heard shower and singing?

"Y/N?" he called out, but no response of course. He smirked as he heard familiar lyrics. He called out once again just to confirm you couldn't hear him. Then he got in, stripped himself and sneaked behind you.

You didn't seem to see him, still singing to Horizon, then you heard a voice behind you singing with you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you yelled at him, covering yourself. Seonghwa licked his lips and got closer to you.

"You're hot"

"That's not what I asked you pervert" he just smirked at you and kissed you as the shower was still running. You couldn't help, but moan while his hands traveled all over your body hehe.

(please use that tongue on me sir)

San:

You were making dinner as you were waiting for San to get home. You had your earphones in listening to your favorite songs when Inception started playing. It was your favorite song and you could never resist to sing along. You haven't noticed San being at home already as you were busy cooking and uhh singing and dancing along.

San smirked seeing you like that and oh how he loved your voice. He couldn't help but hug you from behind, pressing his whole body onto you. His actions made you jump.

"Hey y-you're back" you stuttered from the embarrassment.

"Mhmm" he stayed still, his arms holding you tighter. (his arms omg dad-). You could feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He kissed your neck and pressed himself on you more. You could feel his bulge poking your back.

"You sound so beautiful.." he said before kissing your neck again, leaving marks. You moaned at his actions which made him smirk against your neck.

Yeosang:

You were sitting in your room, studying for finals, but you always had to listen to some music. It calmed you down and for some reason you could concentrate more.

"Raise me up, take me up..." you were singing you favorite part, not because it was your boyfriend's part....maybe...bur because it was just so beautiful.

Yeosang found you in your shared room after he got back from practice. He knew finals were incoming so he didn't want to bother you much. He just wanted to "show himself", but he didn't expect to hear what he just heard. He couldn't contain his smile and If you were really close to him you'd see tears of happiness of course. He found it so cute.

Yeosang slowly approached you not to scare you. He gave you a soft hug. You looked at him a bit shocked since you haven't seen him enter the room.

"Oh hi you're back" you smiled at him and returned the hug.

"I know you're studying, but would you mind singing some more? I promise I won't bother you, I'll just sit there" he pointed at your bad while walking over there. You chuckled at his cuteness and continued studying and of course singing for Yeosang. Every time you looked at his he was sending you hearts *gif* and cute smiles.

Yunho:

You absolutely loved Yunho's low voice, but what you loved more was his dancing. You wanted to surprise him with small dance cover of Say My Name so you were practicing.

Today wasn't any different. It took you a lot of time to get the dance right since you weren't really good at dancing. As you were practicing, you haven't seen Yunho come in.

Yunho heard a growl from you, when you suddenly stopped. He felt kinda sorry.

"Need help?" he asked you smiling, with s light pink cheeks.

"Aww you're back! How long have you been standing there though?" you asked embarrassed.

"Long enough to see you need help" he stepped more inside the room.

"Oh o-okay" you blushed at the thought of him seeing you fail.

He tried to explain to you how to do the dance properly. You followed his every move, but it looked a lot better when he did it. Yunho heard you growl again. He looked at you and saw you pouting.

"N-No don't be sad you're doing great"

"Why do you need the dance anyway?"

"I wanted to surprise you" you pouted at him, going for a hug. He couldn't help but smile and blush at your cuteness and the will to learn such a hard dance.

Wooyoung:

You were just finishing cleaning, when one of your favorite songs started playing in your earphones. You for some reason already knew some of the moves definitely not because your boyfriend always made you watch them dance

As you were dancing around and minding your own business you haven't noticed 6 pairs of eyes looking at you.

Wooyoung was eyeing you the most, but he was mostly proud of himself since he taught you the Wonderland dance.

"Well this is awkward.." Mingi whispered to the boys.

"But she's got better moves than Wooyoung" Seonghwa smirked down at Wooyoung.

"That's my girl" Wooyoung said proudly.

"Yeah we still can't believe she'd date you.." Seonghwa replied, seeing Wooyoung furrow his eyebrows.

"Hey what's that supposed to mean" Wooyoung said in a louder voice, which you could hear as well.

You turned to where they were standing, all kind of face expressions on their faces.

"We're you just staring at me. ... dancing?"

"You've got nice moves" Seonghwa smirked, who knows what he was thinking about. You chuckled making Wooyoung kinda jelly.

Mingi:

You just got out of the shower, wearing only a towel around yourself. You had your playlist on full volume, jamming to every song playing.

Thanxx was playing next and let's be honest there's no way one does not dance to it right? Right. You were doing so while brushing your hair and doing your night routine. You almost slipped on the wet floor while dancing, but managed to get ahold of yourself.

Mingi arrived home hearing familiar tune playing in your shared apartment. He smiled to himself happily knowing you like his music. However he hasn't imagined you would be almost naked out there. That's why he was kind of taken aback when he saw you only in a towel. He smirked to himself, wild thoughts running through his head.

You saw him in the mirror, smirking down at you. You smirked back at him which turned him on more. Mingi then got behind you and gave you a a jone crushing needy hug. You loved when he was turned on honestly. You smirked again and untied your towel, revealing you naked body. Mingi almost choked on air as he didn't expect you to do that. After he regained himself fun stuff happened hehe.

Jongho:

You were laying on couch, enjoying your alone time. But you missed Jongho.

You closed your eye to relax and let your mind wander around Jongho. Obviously

"Deep in my heart, deep in my soul. . ." you sang out at the thought of Jongho.

"you should go a bit higher" you heard a voice. Huh? Was s dream? Then you felt a hand on your cheek.

You replied, eyes still closed

"you know not everyone has a vocal range like you..but If you want me to die I'll try it"

"Please don't try, I don't want to be the cause of your voice loss...besides you have a wrong technique anyway and-" you cut him of with a kiss. Sometimes you hated he cocky he got as he got older.

*sorry this one was short*

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Out of the closet

Pride Collection 2021 June 5th

Pairing: AU! Sam W. x Sister!Reader

Pov: Y/n

Warnings: Coming out, support from a family member. Mentions of Dean and John.

Summary: Finally feeling comfortable you tell Sam your biggest secret, but you think NO you know he can handle it seeing as he is your big brother.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N- Bisexual, @firefly-graphics for the bisexual dividers Supposed to be posted on the 5th of June, but was unfortunately postponed to the 6th of June

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Today is the day that I'm going to tell Sam my most important secret.

I've had this secret for years now. It started my last year in high school, and with Sam being the older brother is, when he left for college he took me with him.

Anyways, He got me set up in an apartment, he came and visited me every other day. Going to class, and just being normal was nice, and it lasted for a while.

There was a party for the seniors that year. I toyed with the idea of dressing up and going out or just stayin' home and studying. I was very much Sammy when it came to my schooling. Something that I'd just learned from him over the years.

I just made a choice deciding that one night of partying wouldn't hurt me or my schooling. So I dressed up in a short red dress, black flats, and the only thing I had taken with me before leaving Dean and John.

Slipping into a black jacket that was a size too big, but smelled like my older brother Dean. I grabbed my keys and left. I had never gone to a party if you don't include the father-daughter dance that John half-ass took me to the Sam ended up having to save me from. Or the random school dances that I had.

Showing up to this party everyone's eyes were on me. It was a weird sensation to be stared at but in a sorta good way. In a way that made me wonder.

Very quickly I had a few guys surrounding me, their actions were pointless as I ignored them, and I left them to discuss between themselves. One good thing that John has taught me was not to take shit from anyone, I think he forgot that also meant him.

But regardless of that, I went to go see if I could find a few friends. I was met with a beautiful woman, her long legs covered in jeans with thigh-laced-up boots and a relieving t-shirt.

It didn't click then, or later on when I was tapped on the shoulder by a taller version of the woman. He had short blonde hair, dressed like every other jock, but the immediate feeling, sense I got from him was nothing but lust.

Now it's been seven years, seven years for me to try out things with many different people, and figuring myself out along the way. I've come to the conclusion that I don't just like the men that serve me coffee in the morning, or the women that I do yoga with.

Sam's older now, just by a year his beautiful wife and his kids, live in a small starter home at the end of our quiet town. Sam's wife has always taken a liking to me. And their kiddos call me Auntie.

It all around a great part of my life to be around my family. To be around so much love and admiration for each other. But the fear of saying the truth, the fear of telling my older brother makes me worry.

Makes me worry that I'll spill the truth on a silver platter and be told I'm not worthy of that love and admiration that I crave to have, that I enjoy seeing.

Sometimes it floats around, I can see even if it for just a brief moment. I can it flutter around Sam's kids, or him and his wife the way they share just a longing happy look for each other.

"I hate to bother you two live birds, but I was wondering if I could take the kiddos out for ice cream?" I ask Sammy, he smiles and says "Sure just be careful. Love ya." I gather their two kids up and well chase each other to my car.

In moments like this, I sometimes wish I already had kids. I also wish that their uncle and grandfather could be here to see them grow and flourish into strong men and strong women.

But regardless, we listen and sing along to a special playlist that we made together. Just a thing for the three of us to enjoy. "Auntie, play our songs please!"

Sam's youngest says her politeness reminds me of him. "Yeah, Auntie you gotta play our songs and sing along with us this time!" Sams oldest screams, he looks like Sam, but in reality, has the personality and swagger of Sam's wife.

We make it to our favorite ice cream place. They always get the same things, no matter the time of the season. "You two outta try something different," I say to them, they give me a look of 'How dare you to tell me to get something different.' I giggle, and we walk out to the shop.

Getting the kiddos back, and in bed was a task. They gave their kisses to me, and then to Sam. Their mother takes them to bed, so nows it's just my brother and me. "Good night pumpkins, Auntie loves you," I say Watching the two of them holding their hands and walk down the hallway.

There's no better time to tell him.

"Hey, are you okay Y/n?" Sam asks an almost empty beer in his hand. He's sitting across from me at the dinner table. I'm in my own thoughts, I'm brought back when I feel Sam's socked foot hit the bottom of my foot.

"Yeah, you could say that I'm okay," I say back, I'm starting to worry about what he might say, maybe I shouldn't say anything.

"Look, I'm your older brother, I know when somethin' is bothering you," Sam says with a hopeful look. I frown, I might as well say the truth, that's something that Sam and I promised each other when we left Dean and John.

"Nothing is bothering me, Sammy, I just need to say something to you and I don't know how to phrase it." He puts his beer down and get's up grabbing my hand and taking me outside.

He'd always done this with me when we were younger. Dragging me to the open yard, he plopped down to the grass and drug me with him. He'd tell me when I was young, to look up in the sky and feel the earth below me. To let go of worries, and be calm be thoughtful.

"Sam, what are we doing out here? We aren't kids anymore." I said closing my eyes. "Y/n just please, do this for me. Maybe you'll figure out a way to phrase your thoughts." He said

I thought as he told me to do. It was nice to feel everything around me and not so much worry about things. "Are you better now Y/n?" Sam asked, I opened my eyes and smiled.

"A little yeah," I said, I might as well just say it, let it be in the open. Regardless of what Sam may think, or even say I'm just going to go for it. That's at least one major thing, Sammy, as taught me over the years.

"Sammy.. I've thought long and hard about telling you and even saying this out loud, but I'm bisexual," I said getting up and looking at my older brother.

He'd yet to give me a reaction, no change in his facial expression, no words yet spoken. It was just quiet, the weird unsettling silence, that gives me anxiety. Makes me worry that the sweet moment between a brother and his sister will forever be lost, that I'll never get to see my nephew and niece again.

But before I know it I'm encased in Sam's overbearing arms, he's hugging me tightly, reassuring me that he loves me, tell me that he proud of me. Everything thought that I had was wrong. He's my brother, after all, he knows me better than anyone.

"Can I ask a question, peanut?" He said, using a nickname he'd used many years ago. We were still hugging, I hummed. "Am I the first person you've officially told?" Sam asked.

I thought a minute, my partners that I'd been with hadn't really known, so yeah Sam was the first to know. "Yeah, I think you are Sammy," I said holding on tight to his hug.

"I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm always here for you peanut. Why don't you and I go out for the weekend tomorrow? Spend some quality time together?!" He asked. I smiled and hummed.

There was nothing better than being excepted and loved. Not only that but it also felt like a thousand-pound rock had been lifted from my shoulders by telling Sam.

Completed on: 06/05/2021

Posted on: 06/06/2021

Tag List: @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester @hobby27 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo

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[neverendingdream111]

GENSHIN IMPACT AS IDOLS

- one of the groups consists of: Zhongli, Childe, Venti, Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya and Albedo

- Zhongli is the leader and the oldest obvsly and his smooth deep voice is to die for

- He's also the visual along with Albedo (tho everyone here is gorgeous, ngl)

- Childe constantly switches between rap and vocal, but he's mostly recognized for his amazing dancing (he's the main dancer for a reason)

- Venti is the main vocal and possibly writes most of their songs (sometimes Albedo helps him)

- Funnily enough, Venti is often confused for being the maknae while in reality he's the second oldest in the group

- Xiao is the main rapper

- He refuses to sing but would do it if asked (rarely)

- and he's the real maknae - even tho he hates it he can't do anything about it (and everyone, especially Venti and Childe, loves teasing him for it)

- Diluc and Kaeya are the other rappers along with Xiao and they are related in some way tho both refuse to reveal anything to the public (but everyone is convinced they're brothers)

- they don't get along most of the time and argue constantly, but it only amuses the rest of the members and the fans absolutely love their arguments bc it more often than not turns into a rap battle

- and let me tell you, they completely kill it

- then, we have Albedo. He and Zhongli are the most peaceful ones and most likely keep the team together bc if not those idiots would've caused absolute chaos eons ago

- His voice is angelic, everyone adores it

- Childe and Kaeya are the most chaotic duo especially together

- they have the stupidest ideas and like to mess around

- and they are perfectly aware of their god-like looks and also have the audacity to use it "against" their fans (not that anyone complains)

- they are partners in crime when it comes to teasing Diluc

- Kaeya does it on a daily basis and Childe found it funny and decided to join him on causing inconvenience to others, lol

- Xiao, even though he's an idol, hates interacting with humans but makes an exception for fanmeetings, concerts, interviews and such because Zhongli raised him right--

- he has a soft spot for cats and would have one at the dorm if it wasn't for Venti being allergic to them (although he doesn't see any problem with it)

- speaking of the dorm, it's the pure definition of destruction

- Childe and Kaeya being the little shits they are room together and they are that kind of roommates that would blast music on full volume in the middle of the night just because they felt like it (but obvsly they do it to summon a demon in the form of sleep deprived Diluc because they know he's a light sleeper)

- Venti at some point moved in with them bc he felt like it and it's totally not because Xiao kicked him out--

- Zhongli and Diluc share a room because they both know how to appreciate a moment of peace and they just like each other's company; their perfect afternoon on their day off is sitting there with a cup of tea each and exchanging stories they've heard and/or experienced

- Albedo is probably the only person Xiao would room with excluding Zhongli (and maybe Diluc but it's debatable) because he's calm and collected, doesn't talk too much unlike the other three and when he does talk it's nice to listen to him

- also, the sound of sketching calms him down

- Venti somehow lives in all of the rooms in the dorm. First he roomed with Xiao and Albedo, but he got kicked out by the maknae. Then he gravitated towards Zhongli and Diluc but after a few days the redhead got so annoyed with him he ended up with Childe and Kaeya. The three of them share a braincell, that's why they get along so well, but even though he lives with them he sometimes ends up in the other rooms but that's just him

- he likes a change of scenery, ehe

- Zhongli's the dad of the group

- whenever someone has a problem they automatically go to him

- also, even though they are a really chaotic group, they are equally capable of working together (main reason why they are so goddamn awesome on stage)

- Xiao might act like he doesn't care but he does. A lot

- every time one of his hyungs is having a bad day he subtly tries to cheer them up. He feels awkward with words in these moments and physical contact isn't really his forte but instead he does things like buying them their favorite snack, or opting to watch their favorite film with them (even if he absolutely hates it he still would watch it)

- everyone obvsly knows what he's doing and they appreciate it

- Childe and Kaeya actually aren't as easy-going as they like to appear on stage. They are really emotional human beings and are probably most affected by hate comments and such

- Diluc, as much as he despises their attitude and teasing he has to endure bc of them, cares about them a lot and usually he's the one to knock some sense in them when they believe the haters or just have a bad day. He may not like their behavior but he's not heartless and deems them as family (even tho he wouldn't admit it)

- Albedo isn't a lot older than Xiao, maybe something around a few months, so everyone thinks of him like a second maknae and just because he gives off the vibe, y'know

- He loves drawing and sometimes does a sketch of one of the members or recreates a fanart of them he saw on Pinterest (cue to the fans going wild)

- He, alongside with Diluc, often cooks for them. They both are amazing cooks and I refuse to believe otherwise

- Venti has a playlist prepared for every occasion and uses them accordingly

- he also has playlists dedicated to every member of the group and it's his way of cheering them up or being there for them when they are separated

- as for the run episodes, well.... It can be described in one word

- chaos

- they're even capable of riling Zhongli up!

- tho he mostly opts to watch the chaos from the sidelines, snickering under his breath, he ends up in the crossfire from time to time

- contrary to popular belief, the most competitive ones are Diluc and Xiao

- they are so set on winning they sometimes forget that it's all a game

- Childe once got an elbow to the face in one episode but still no one knows who did it (it was Kaeya--)

- Albedo is just... There, tho he does enjoy it. More than he would admit

- Childe and Kaeya are dying of laughter most of the time and do stupid things that probably only they understand which makes the other laugh harder

- and Venti absolutely loves being the host: it gives him a perfect view of his friends who half the time have no idea what the hell is going on and, of course, power

- the fanmeetings are just the other excuse for them to make fun of each other and fool around

- fans don't mind it one bit because it is honestly hilarious to watch the utter chaos unfold

- even when they are signing albums and merch they throw comments here and there to provoke the other

- especially Xiao bc he's a softie when it comes to their fans and as long as the girls don't do anything... Weird, he doesn't mind interacting with them and sometimes finds himself actually enjoying the contact

- while we're on the fanmeetings--

- Zhongli is absolutely wonderful. He's the kind to delicately hold your hand, look into you eyes and smile softly while focusing entirely on you and what you have to say, indulging into conversation as well

- if it wasn't for the staff members reminding him that the time's up, he would spend at least an hour with every fan

- Childe is so excited he grins so much his cheeks hurt, and would look at you like you just made his day. You can be stuttering, super nervous and anxious and he'd just say it's completely fine and that you should take your time, even if the staff says that you should move to the next member

- Venti is the one that talks a lot, but would shut up and listen to you. He especially likes playing with your hands or just some games like rock-paper-scissors

- he also loves it when some fans show him their singing and he encourages them to go on, synchronizing with them and making an amazing duet

- Xiao is, like I've said before, a big softie. He really appreciates the fact that people find their music nice and genuinely like to listen to it. Would probably ask you questions like "what's your favorite song?", "What do you think of this album *gestures to the one he just signed*" etc

- he DID wear cat ears once because a fan gave them to him and they looked kind of cute

- he didn't hear the end of it for two weeks minimum and Childe and Kaeya probably have the pic as their wallpapers

- Diluc is the most... normal one? I mean, he enjoys the meetings a lot, but he doesn't show his excitement as much as the others. Conversations with him are like talking to an old friend that understands you and it's just so... wholesome

- he's honestly surprised when he gets gifts from the fans. He does appreciate it of course, but he just doesn't really understand why you would go as far as to give him something for no particular reason please give him lots of love he needs it-

- Kaeya is the one with the audacity to flirt with you. Loves seeing the blush on your cheeks and just enjoys annoying people. Though he sometimes stops it out of mercy and opts to talk with you like a normal human being--

- most protective of their fans. Sees one in distress or being picked on, immediatly steps in or tells a staff member to handle the situation

- Albedo is somewhere between Zhongli and Diluc's behaviour tbh. He's really sweet, loves talking to the fans and gets super excited whenever one of them shows him a fanart - especially if it's an original idea

- now let's get to the best part

- as lovely and peaceful as they are on a daily basis, they turn into freakin devils on stage

- kind grandpa with a calming voice? Who's that? A goddamn satan entered the chat

- ooooh, the cat lover? Sorry, we only have a mf demon available

- don't even get me started on the Childe-Kaeya-Diluc trio--

- all in all, they may be annoying each other night and day but they still love one another like family and their bond only strengthens when they stand in the spotlight

I had this idea today and, well, it turned out like this, hope you enjoyed! I also may be doing some sort of continuation to this with Xingqiu, Chongyun, Razor and Bennett as a trainee idol group so let me know if you'd like something like this and if you have any ideas for other groups!

02.05.21

~Nana

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[pacifymebby]

You should make a playlist for The Groupie!! Like all the songs you feel best suit the characters/scenes etc. 🤩 It’d be great xx

oooo this is such a good idea... here are some ideas for a little start

Y/N + Bondy -

70's - once upon a time in hollywood vibes

I can see Bondy and y/n getting stoned and red wine drunk backstage to this, messing around, getting sill together and dancing dramatic sexy to this, imagine the hip thrusts...

Again, stoned together on the bus, its late everyone else has gone to bed, this song just thickens the atmosphere immediately. You can't not move sensually to this song and I feel like Bondy brings out her most feminine/erotic sensual side.

Y/N + Van - the eroticism of hate-fucking

You're all gonna hate me for this, romanticising this is just not it but here i am and HERES WHY before u cancel me :'l

"He used to call me poison"

"he hit me and it felt like a kiss..."

"I'm your jazz singer you're my cult leader..."

it just sums them up like that toxicity to their lust for one another.

I don't even know what scene this would even be but like, the lyrics feel a lot like Van and y/n?

my hands are tied literally literally faithfully to the bedposts...

This one really just feels like somet Van could listen to when he's sulking about his whole situation, but also how he'd be bitter about y/n and sing along to it in a bitchy snidey sorta way?

Also Laid - James - Van being taken for a ride by an unhinged groupie haha

Y/N + Benji

Cosy cuddles, riding him on the sofa wearing his sweater whilst he's playing video games...

Bob + Y/N

No words just THIS fucking song. (also i would die for fka twigs)

I actually can't do any for Sam yet because i just, i can't get the vibe right without spoilers and stuff. Also theres some that are big y/n bondy tracks that u can't know yet.

I might make a wee playlist that goes with the fic though.

I'm curious as well do you guys have songs you associate with particular chapters or characters???

#Lydianthunderfics