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jinnie-ret · 7 months

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destined at the VMAs

stray kids x musician!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

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word count: 1.7k

summary: a musician under the name CLOVER is starstruck when she meets her favourite group Stray Kids at the VMAs, only to find that they're big fans of her too

This imagine is written in first person under the name of an artist called CLOVER.

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"Okay guys, I'm really excited right now because we have the one and only CLOVER, all the way from the UK and making her debut American television appearance here at the VMAs!" an interviewer for Entertainment Tonight introduced me to the camera whilst other celebrities arrived and walked the pink carpet.

"Hi!" I greeted her politely and waved at the camera. I felt so excited to be here at the VMAs, my first time in America and it was on such a well known awards show, I couldn't believe it. I hoped my fans liked my bold type of outfit too, a beautiful black gown with a daring slit up the side where it rested against my thigh.

"Welcome to the US, CLOVER! We're so happy to have you here, how are you finding it?" the interviewer asked me, holding the mic out.

"It's big. America is so much bigger than I expected it to be, especially compared to back home," I said with wide eyes, wearing a shocked expression on face which made the woman opposite me laugh.

"That's right, you've come all the way over here from England, right? How excited are you to perform here?" she asked me.

"I'm incredibly nervous, if I'm honest haha. There's so much talent here so I just hope that people will enjoy what I bring too," I smile, wiping my hands down on my dress awkwardly. I really hoped the camera didn't somehow pick up the sight of my sweaty palms.

"Well I've seen some of your performances before and let me just say, I'm a big fan myself!" she confessed, which made me heart feel warm.

"Wow thank you so much!" I blushed, hands clasped together now. I really couldn't stop fidgeting with them.

"I mean, you've been nominated for best new artist! That must feel amazing right?" she smiled at me.

"It really does, to be nominated for an award, let alone perform here is just beyond my imagination. Like Ice Spice, Peso Pluma, Pink Pantheress my UK sister is nominated too! It's crazy!" I exclaim, hoping I'd meet my fellow UK artist too, not realising that later on I'd meet a different honorary British artist.

"Speaking of, is there anyone else you're excited to see here today?" the interviewer leaned towards me, like she was ready for any gossip.

"Wow, pretty much everyone!" I laughed, "but I'd have to say Demi for sure! I'm excited to see them perform I've loved their music for years! Also Maneskin and there's Stray Kids and TXT too! I'm so excited for Stray Kids oh my god..." I ramble, waving my hands in the air as I talk excitedly, unable to hide my big smile.

"Stray Kids certainly seem to be stealing everyone's hearts this year, I spoke to them earlier, and... wow," the interviewer laughed with me, and it felt like having a conversation with a friend at that point.

"I don't blame you haha," I giggled.

"Well, thank you so much for chatting with us, CLOVER, we'll see you out there later tonight, best of luck!" she smiled at me before turning to the camera and ending the interview. I waved bye to her and the camera and walked round the corner, heading backstage with my manager and taking a deep breath in.

It all felt so surreal, I was sure I caught a glance of Taylor Swift and waved and smiled at her, shocked to have gotten the same actions returned and squealed, unable to help myself as I jumped around and bumped into someone behind me.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Oh my god sorry!"

We both apologised at the same time. And when I turned around to see who it was I thought I was going to spontaneously combust right there and then.

It was Felix of Stray Kids.

"Felix?!"

"CLOVER?!"

What. The. He knew who I was?

"Oh, you know Stray Kids?" he asked me shocked, an adorable expression on his face as he helped me rebalance myself, I was wearing heels after all.

"I should be asking you the same question, I've been listening to you guys for years!" I gushed, probably embarrassing myself a bit but Felix didn't seem to react to that, seeming to get excited himself.

"You have? Wow... Stray Kids are such huge fans of your music, we really love your songs," Felix happily explained to me, still holding onto my hands as he waved them excitedly.

"No way... that's insane!" I couldn't put everything I was thinking into words.

"Tell me about it," he laughed, pulling his hands away to scratch the back of his neck.

"Felix!" the other members walked over, not noticing me at first, which was lucky otherwise they would have seen me looking at them like they were ghosts.

"We've been looking everywhere for you!" Bang Chan patted his shoulders, speaking in Korean and then turned to see me, a shocked expression painting his face.

"Sorry I didn't mean to be keeping Felix," I then spoke back in Korean, some of the members seeming to jump back in shock at hearing their native language.

"Woah, CLOVER?! Wait, you speak Korean?!" Han bounced on his feet, beaming at me.

"Yeah my best friend is Korean so I ended up learning it, definitely helped when watching you guys. This is just like a dream, I can't tell you how amazing it is to meet you guys!" I felt myself getting almost hyper by seeing them in front of me.

"We could say the same to you! We're all big fans of you!" Changbin stepped up, whilst some of the other members stood back nervously.

"If I'm being honest I didn't believe Felix when he told me that," I shook my head in disbelief.

"Well believe it now," Seungmin laughed, seeming to feel more comfortable now.

"I'm so hyped to see you guys perform tonight! How are you feeling?" I asked them, feeling more confident now as the ice had been broken.

"I think we're nervous but we're going to do our best out there," Lee Know shyly admitted.

"We could do with some words of encouragement, could you say Stray Kids hwaiting?" Han asked cheekily.

"Han we've just met her, don't scare her away," Hyunjin did his iconic laugh.

"It's fine, it's fine haha. Stray Kids hwaiting!!!" I cheered for them and they all clapped for me after, making me blush and hide my face.

"Your Korean is really good," Jeongin commented.

"Thank you, well, like I said, it's all thanks to my friend. She's so cute, she'd cheer me on before every gig I used to do like, CLOVER hwaiting!!" I share, hoping they wouldn't find it weird how I'm rambling on.

"Hahaha, that's cute, is she a stay too?" Bang Chan asked hopefully.

"Oh, big time! She's the reason I got to know your music and watch your variety stuff too," I nod back at him. They all let out sounds of amazement.

"You watch our other stuff?" Changbin asked shocked.

"Yeah! I'm a big fan of SKZ Code!" I admit sheepishly.

"Wow that's a good friend you got there," Seungmin nods, smirking.

"She's the best, she's supported me through my music the whole time," I grin, thinking about my best friend. I wish she could have come to America with me but she was too busy.

"Are you planning on releasing any new music soon?" Felix asks me.

"Well, I'll let you in on a secret, I'm working on some right now!" I fake whisper to them, but it didn't really matter. I was speaking to them in Korean at this point so it wasn't very likely anyone backstage would expose the fact.

"You are? Wow I'm looking forward to it already, you have such a unique sound," Han praises my music, making me a hold a hand over my heart.

"Wow that honestly means a lot coming from you guys. You have such a unique sound too and it inspired me to go with the direction I really wanted to in my music," I compliment them, seeing their eyes light up.

"Thank you! Have you ever thought of collabing with another artist?" Changbin asks, seeming to be hinting at something as Minho pats his shoulder warningly.

"Well, now that you've brought it up, I've always wanted to make some songs with you guys," I confess shyly, blushing even more when they all ask 'really'?!

"That would be amazing, I think we could create something great together," Bang Chan nods, a more professional tone as he thinks about their music.

"Perfect! Well I have to go now, but I could get our managers to exchange numbers?" I say, realising I should be getting ready to find my seat.

"We'd love that!" Felix claps his hands together happily.

"Great! Well it was lovely to meet you guys!" I wave as I start to walk away, before I turn snack around quickly and call over to them, "oh, by the way Han, thanks for representing us British Stays, your accent is the best," I daringly tease, giggling to myself as I walk away.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. I met my favourite people in the world... and we were going to try and collab together. It really doesn't get better than this.

Except it does.

For my performance I had changed into a beautiful green dress to match the nature filled scene behind me, performing one of my songs called 'Salvia'. It was a reassuring song to comfort a partner, before the scene behind me started showing dying flowers as I transitioned into a song called 'Rotten to the Core', the pure opposite of the first song. As I ended the performance I saw Stray Kids up and applauding for me, and I smiled and nodded in their direction.

Then I saw them perform too. And the remix they did blew my mind. I was so happy they were getting recognition from other artists too, who may not have seen them before. And I returned my admiration for their performance as I gave a standing ovation of my own, seeing them look my way too.

It all felt like a dream. The future was really looking up, especially with a collaboration with my favourite people in the midst of it all.

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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Baby Said

inspired by baby said by maneskin. enjoy!!

Harry shoved his way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, muttering apologies and ignoring dirty looks until he was sufficiently close enough to the stage. He felt out of place amongst all the black clothes and heavy eyeliner. He'd opted for light wash jeans and a t-shirt that said, But daddy I love him, in bold red letters, though the "him" had been scratched out for "her."

There was an excited buzz in the club. Dance music pumped through the speakers while stage hands set up for the upcoming performance. It was dark, a little smelly, and the air was thick with smoke, but Harry couldn't have been happier to be jostled around and poked by elbows. He waited patiently for the band to make their appearance, smiling warmly at anyone he made eye contact with, though when a woman gave him a look that was perhaps more than a flirtatious smile, he quickly averted his gaze.

Before long, the club music died down, and people began to make their way onto the stage. Harry got pushed around a little as the crowd surged forward and began to cheer, but he managed to hold his ground. He smiled as his gaze snagged on a particular member of the band, butterflies erupting in his belly when she winked at him as she slung the strap of her bass guitar around her neck. He couldn't help but look her up and down, admiring the leather mini skirt and what could only be described as a matching bra, scraps of leather covering her just so, and strings of it wrapping around her torso. The way she dressed was harsh and in your face and inherently sexual, a celebration of her body. Harry thought she looked like an angel.

The frontman of the band gave a quick introduction, then counted up from five, and the first song began.

If the pushing was intense before, it was pure chaos now. Everyone fed off the music from the band, writhing together and yet completely out of synch. It was madness, but a good kind of madness that was fun and made you want to be part of it.

The band was good, better than good, but Harry only had eyes for one person. Her.

His eyes followed her every move as Y/n moved about the stage, his heart fluttered every time she came to his side of the stage, and flushed when she played to other people in the crowd, winking at them and giving them flirty smiles. Harry knew he shouldn't have felt like that, but he couldn't help it.

The concert was electric, absolutely electrifying. Harry could feel the music right down to his bones, he blushed when he felt the bassist's eyes on him as the lead singer sang particular lyrics. During one song, she surveyed the crowd, a mischievous glint in her eye. Then, she looked down to where Harry was standing and raised her eyebrow. When he raised his own brows at her, she reached down, grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt, and kissed him. The crowd around them cheered, but all his senses zeroed in on the feeling of Y/n's lips sliding against his. Her teeth dug into his bottom lip, but that only made him lean into the kiss more.

It was like she'd completely forgotten about the concert she was performing. Her hands were in Harry's hair in seconds, pulling and tugging as if she was going to drag him onstage. He'd gotten so lost in the taste of tequila on her tongue, he might've let her, but she eventually pulled away to continue the band's set, but not before whispering, "Love the shirt, handsome," in his ear.

Harry took that as his cue to make his way backstage. He usually stayed and watched most of Y/n's sets, but when she whispered a flirty remark in his ear, he knew it was time to go.

Leaving the pit was much easier than shoving his way to the front. People in the crowd were eager to take his place, swallowing up the path he made as he left the steadily growing mosh pit. Cool air hit Harry's skin once he left the throngs of dancers, though he still felt the heat of her touch from when she kissed him, and more surged into his belly at the thought of what came next.

Harry made his way backstage and to the little green room, which was considerably easy seeing as they were in a club rather than a stadium. Y/n typically had her own dressing room because she was the only girl in the band, but this club was too small, the band's green room tonight looked like the manager's office repurposed.

But he sat down anyway, his fingers tapping his knees with anxious anticipation. Harry could hear the base pumping from here as the band went from one song to the next. He knew the setlist by now; knew the part where they introduced themselves, the crowd favorite, the closing song, and the encore. He knew each segment of the set like he was up there himself, knew almost down to the minute when Y/n would burst through the doors of the green room with her bandmates.

When they did, Harry stood up, greeting each member of the band and clapping them on the back and congratulating them on another great show. He made sure to give them attention before his focus zeroed in on Y/n, because when it was all said and done, he just wanted to be with her.

Y/n was the last one to come in, her chest glistening with sweat and bangs sticking to her forehead. But she had a big smile on her face when her eyes landed on Harry. Before he could say a word, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the green room. Y/n dragged him back out through the club until they were eventually outside in an alley. She pushed him up against the wall and kissed him, her hands immediately reaching into his hair and tugging on it.

"You were amazing tonight," Harry breathed, resting his hand on her waist.

"Always play my best when you're here," she said. They kissed a little more, Y/n nipping at Harry's bottom lip while he reached beneath her tiny skirt. "Do you really have to go?"

"I wish I didn't," he mumbled against her jaw. "But I have my own tour to get back to, you know."

"Don't go," Y/n whined. "Think of all the fun we've had while you were here."

Since Harry was on his break from tour, he joined Y/n on hers. Every day was a new adventure in a new city. Y/n's band was more underground, so they played smaller venues than Harry did, and they were rowdier, and the audience was definitely different than his. But it was fun being in the middle of it all. Harry loved watching live music, and he loved watching Y/n perform more than anything. Now that it was time to go, both of them were having a hard time saying goodbye.

"My tour is almost over, and then after that, I'm all yours," he said. "And tonight, I'm all yours. So let's make it count, yeah?"

Y/n grinned and ran her hands beneath Harry's shirt, her nails scratching down his torso. "You gonna let me have my way with you?"

Leaning his head against hers, Harry grinned and said, "I'm kind of hoping that you do. Been waiting all night, actually."

"Let's go back to the hotel, then. We're not starting tonight in a dirty alley."

On the ride back to the hotel, Y/n was all over Harry, leaning against him across the backseat and practically attacking his neck and jaw. He knew he was going to be littered with hickeys by the time the car pulled up to the hotel, but he didn't mind. He loved Y/n too much that he didn't really care if he was photographed with hickeys on his neck from time to time.

If Harry had been wearing a tie, Y/n would've dragged him up to her hotel room with it in her hands. So she settled for hooking a finger into the collar of his t-shirt and hauling into the elevator. Since they started dating, Y/n had always been the more direct of the two, the one to take charge. Harry didn't mind one bit, more than happy to take orders as well as give them. He liked the idea that his girlfriend was so into him that she just had to pin him up against a wall or on the bed and kiss him stupid. Y/n was confident and sexy both on and off the stage, and he couldn't get enough.

Later that night, they were still up, laying in bed and talking about whatever popped into their heads. Y/n's hand combed through Harry's hair, her touch a lot gentler than it had been an hour ago.

"I don't think I quite got the message across because your tongue was down my throat almost the second you stepped offstage," he said, laughing when Y/n told him to shut up. "But you were incredible tonight. All of you were."

"Thank you, baby."

Harry leaned forward and kissed her temple. "And you looked incredible too."

"Yeah? Too bad you won't be at the next show. Had something real special planned just for you."

"Don't do that," Harry groaned, imagining what she might wear for her next show. Or wouldn't wear. She was always pushing the envelope in terms of her onstage outfits, most of which had Harry on his knees for her by the end of the night. "Don't make me want to cancel my next shows so I can watch you perform."

"Mm...Fine. But only if you get between my legs again, and one more time to wake me up in the morning."

"That's what you want?" Harry asked, but he was already moving.

"That's what I want."

Harry kissed her once before pushing her legs up on the hotel bed. "Your wish is my command."

Y/n gasped, her hand reaching to grab his hair by the root to pull him where she wanted, but he didn't give in quite just yet. He kissed her thigh, sucking a little mark of his own into her skin. Y/n's grip was tight, guiding Harry to where she wanted him, just how he liked it.

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year

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how exciting! thank you for spoiling us 😻

can i request a smut with eddie munson based on read your diary by maneskin?

i hope this is okay! haha, it is a nod to the song, you’ll see. — 18+ below the cut; blood; blood drinking; vampire!eddie; oral, f! receiving; p in v smut. || part of #lunas1kcelebration🌙

You’ve been here before.

Not here, as in this venue, but here…watching Eddie do what he does best.

He’s born for the stage (well…would be, were it not for the fact nowadays he’s a vampire).

This endless charisma boiling to overflow, pulled tight at all times like a bowstring, ready to strike. He commands a crowd with his grins, the timbre of his voice, the cadence of his speech.

He’s otherworldly, and he’s all yours, and right now you couldn’t be prouder that’s the truth.

Fingers glide across strings, those same fingers that had caressed your skin earlier that morning, had slid into your hair and dragged you close in a lingering kiss before you headed off to work for the day. Those same fingers that know how to draw out your pleasure, soothe your tears with the brush of a hand, curl around your hand when you’re watching a movie at night.

Right now, in his element, the crowd surges closer to the barricade. Swarms of sweaty bodies push to get closer, to scream the lyrics to Corroded Coffin’s songs. And the band soaks it up, plays harder, rending their hearts to their fans, giving them everything they have. This is their shining moment; you know how much it means to Eddie. Long before you two ever met, long before the events that made him the way he is—both human and not—he’s wanted this. Seeing them now, watching it all come to fruition…it has your heart racing, eyes watering from where you stand off to the side, a lanyard for VIPs around your neck.

But as much as you’re excited for him. Honestly and truly excited to see everything he’s wanted come to fulfillment, you know him better than anyone. Even in that gargantuan venue, even cast in the red lights and surrounded with smoke curling at his feet, you can see the shadows beneath his eyes. The shadows his fans will think are part of his ‘look.’ And there, as you look further, the flash of a canine if his lip draws too high.

All telltale signs he’s hungry.

It niggles the back of your mind the rest of the evening. This knowledge that he’s been touring and running on shorter supply. Blood is easier to come by back in Hawkins, where those around him are privy to his new nature, but on the road has proven to be…difficult.

You’ve had to get creative the past few weeks.

It’s why you end up sneaking out the back door at the end of the night while Eddie signs autographs, security leading you out to the tour bus where you slip into something a little more comfortable. Something you know Eddie and you both will appreciate when he returns to you for the remainder of the evening.

You’re proven right mid-movie, propped up on the pillows strewn about your shared bed, when the man in question darkens the doorway. All long hair, leather jacket, earrings glinting, and tight denim stretched across those long thighs.

“Fuck,” he mutters, hastily rushing over to where you lay atop the bed. “I’m sorry I ran late, sweetheart. But it looks like you started a party without me.”

You hum as he climbs over you, his shadow darkening your form as you lay back against the plush pillows, hands and knees on either side of your hips and face. “You need to feed.”

“I’m hungry, but not for that,” he muses, leaning down to press a slow, sensual kiss to your lips. “I could hear you from the stage. Heart pounding away. Could smell you, too. Could tell how much you wanted me.”

His knee slides up between your thighs, hips rising to roll against the thickness there to try and relieve tension, a slow simmering whine leaving your parted lips. “Eddie, please. You need to feed.”

“Let me take care of my favorite girl first,” he murmurs, dropping kiss after kiss to your bare shoulder, fingers moving to untie the robe you’d snatched from the bathroom door. His eyes grow wider at the blood red lingerie you’d slipped on, lingering at the underwear high on your hips, the cups of the delicate bra that left little to the imagination. “This is cruel.”

“Feed,” you remind him, fingers curling in his curls, drawing him close to your lips. Only a hairsbreadth separates you now. “You need to feed.”

“And I will…” he says, marking a path down the center of your chest with smoldering kisses, his body starting to shift lower down toward the edge of the bed.

You’re about to ask him what he’s doing when he slides a hand up a calf, smoothes the muscle there in his palm, kneads the knots in your leg from standing all day, those pointed teeth of his you’ve grown used to over the past year glinting as his lips curl into a knowing smile. With a grin, he curls that same thigh over a shoulder, featherlight brushes of his mouth against the inside of your knee, capering up up up until he reaches the edge of your red bottoms and slides them down your thighs quickly, licking a hot stripe up your center that has you groaning out his name.

“That’s not what I meant,” you scold him, despite how much you enjoy his mouth on you. “Come on, Eddie. Let’s just do what we did last time.”

His head lifts from your center, hair in disarray. “Are you sure?”

“You need it,” you remind him, lifting yourself onto your elbows. “And I’m here. I want to do this.”

This part is new. The anticipation for him to feed. The allowing him to feed off of you. The molton looks in his eye as those swirling dark shadows deepen, that quiet hum in the back of his throat building as he readies himself.

He’d been scared at first, always wanting you to be okay above everything else, but there was a certain scandalous rush about it. The hit of something akin to a high that slammed through your system.

You liked it, and he thrived.

“Where?” he asks, still resting near the cradle of your thighs. He brushes a kiss against the inside of your skin, against the dough of your flesh, nipping lightly. “Here?”

And you’re nodding, because, as much as it frightened you the first time, the way it feels when his mouth sinks into your flesh is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s euphoric, head rolling back even now, as his elongated canines slide into your skin and he sucks hard. It’s a hazy swirl, the world growing warmer, body lighter. You can feel him everywhere, though maybe it’s that he feels you everywhere, in your cells. The throb of your veins pumping blood into his body, supplying that animalistic need he nurtures now.

His hand, sliding up your thigh in search of something else to explore, is also new during a feed. The warmth of his middle finger sliding against the pool of your slick, tempting you, drawing a gentle circle but not entering.

“Please, Eddie.”

It’s almost too much when he sinks in. The feeling of him sliding in and out of you while his lips latch to your skin and draw you into him, the weight of his other hand cradling your thigh to his face, the thumb coming to circle at your clit before his second finger joins the first.

Your high slams through you with a pitched cry, back arching off the bed as the fingers around your skin clutch tighter, the suction of your skin coming to a halt as he whispers your name over and over again while you come back down.

When your eyes open once more, it’s to the face of Eddie over you, lips dark red, blood pooling down his chin. To anyone else, he might look terrifying. One might run in the other direction, warning those who come near to stay away.

But something shifts on Eddie’s face, that knowing smirk, fangs glinting red in the moonlight.

“Want it?” He practically purrs, dirty and sinful. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? I can fuckin’ smell it on you. Tell me.”

“Want you inside me, Eddie.”

There’s a quick shuffle, a zip, the slow drag of jeans and boxers down his long thighs. And then it’s the nudge of his cock, warm and velvet, dragging against your slick center. A dirty sound that has him practically mewling in want.

“Kiss me,” you plead, fingers digging into his shoulders.

So he does kiss you a little messy, a little dirty, and slides into you, cunt clenching around him, both of you moaning out, filthy.

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starryeyedadmirer · 2 months

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I've read that someone who was on stage with Maneskin wrote that Damiano David's sweaty body smelt like lavender, scents of vanilla and cigarettes, and I can't stop thinking about it.

Oh, what I would give to have a whiff of his sweaty body😩. You just don’t know, man! That sounds like such an enchanting mixture of scents!!! Makes me wonder if his belly button smells the same way… or if it has it’s own unique scent. Same with his feet. God, I gotta stop thinking about this😅…

#starry eyes #thanks for the ask!#damiano david

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chronic-claire-universe · 3 years

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Tokyo Revengers: Heavenly Kings RockBand AU

In this ice cream parlour even in the deepest hours of the night we want to forget about what happened in last chapter so here:

RockBand AU, the band called “Heavenly Kings” formed by 5 people, imagine them playing: Maneskin - I Wanna Be Your Slave

LINE UP

Singer: Ran Haitani

Solo Guitar: Takashi Mitsuya

Rhythm Guitar: Shion Madarame

Bassist: Chifuyu Matsuno

Drums: Ken Ryuguji

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, 18+

“Not again pigtail!” a voice shouts from the backstage, “Draken dressing like this means having girls, having girls means selling our new album and paying the rent for the house!” Ran explains putting the long customed kimono, Mitsuya’s sister specially prepared for him. Every member of the band trusted Mana for their stage clothes, “I don’t mind using them, it’s comfy and I don’t want to disappoint my little sister” Mitsuya says calm while according his guitar, “THAT’S BECAUSE YOU DON’T FUCKIN PLAY THE DRUMS!” Draken shouts, reality was that he felt ridicoulous wearing those eccentric clothes, “Then we can decide by show of hands” Chifuyu suggest, Ran smirks looking at Shion who’s asleep on the couch, “Wake up idiot it’s time to play!” Ran says to Shion who confused, opens his eyes, “Let me fuckin sleep, that fuckin girl got me dried wanting my cock all the day!” Shion says vulgarly says “Whatever Ran decides it’s ok by me!” he continues. A sigh comes from a defeated Draken who gets off his hoodie and start to put his western kimono jacket with bare chest showing. Heavenly Kings’ trade mark, elegant jackets, chiseled chest and abs on the view, Chifuyu smiling happily turns to Mitsuya and says “Maybe tonight I will find a girl!” a loud laugh is heard from Shion who says “If someone notices you let me know, otherwise I’ll give you one of the chicks on the first line”, but suddenly an arm surrounds Chifuyu’s shoulders “No one wants the loose chicks who fucks with every musician in Tokyo Shion”. It wasn’t that Ran hadn’t experience with people, but he prefer choosing someone more reserved than some girls who just wanted him for his figures, Draken has Emma and he wasn’t even looking other girls, Mitsuya only wanted to play and Chifuyu well, we know.

“Ok guys it’s time” the club’s manager says, indicating the way to the stage, a door opened and bright and colorful lights alert people that the long awaited 5 guys were starting! “HEAVENLY KINGS HERE FOR YOU!” Ran says as soon he hits the stage making girls and boys screaming in excitement “Ran I love you!” “DRAKEN!”Emma shouts from the bar with Mikey and Hina, Rindou staied in silence embarassed to say anything about his brother. “Ok this is I wanna be your slave, let’s sing together!” “ I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master... I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster ,'Cause you can be the beauty. And I could be the monster!” guitars and bass start following the rhythm and Chifuyu starts to jump hyping, someone launch him slip making him blush and mistake some notes. Ran sinously takes Mitsuya mic stand and watching him he smiles making fangirls scream at the scene, Mitsuya just smirks and from behind Draken look up to the ceiling because he can’t believe that his singer can be such a stupid. Sweat starts to form on the drummer after a while and suddenly when he recognize it’s time for his solo the one of the drumsticks flees from his sweaty hand making the drummer takes one from his behind and standing up he goes crazy leaving his jacket and starts crashing the drums cymbal singing the chorus making the public follow his lead, the delirium is everywhere, people drunk moshing, girls with bare chest who screams everyone of the band’ names hyping them, especially Shion who suddenly jumps from the stage and plays his only solo in front of some girls who try to hug tim. Time leaps and when Ran announces the end of the concert thanking everyone from the public and presenting his bandmates, “And finally the dork! Our singer, the one who can’t help but tease everyone from the public with his charm, RAN HAITANI!” Draken and Mitsuya say together making Ran protest like a whiny baby.

“Did you really needed to do that?” Ran says cleaning the make up with some cotton wet with makeup remover “We needed, you’ve been such a tease! I told it wasn’t comfy playing with this jacket!” Draken replies trying to explain his mistakes, suddenly a knock on the door is heard, “Don’t want to reject the nth bitch who came to fuck whoever she wants” Ran says a bit pissed off, “Hey it’s just us nii-san” Rindou says opening the door followed by Emma and Mikey, “Ah ok sit down” he says smiling with half face with make up. “Fuyu, did you get the numeber of slip’s owner!” Ran continous as he even forgot why he was angry, “Ohh-oh she’s waiting for me at the bar!” he says blushing, suddenly a rain of condoms falls on him, everyone of the band launched different condoms, of different size and Chifuyu blushed “I’m not fuckin her idiots!” Chifuyu says, bewildered by his bandmates act, “Rookie” they say in unison only Mitsuya seems to have some mercy for the bassplayer “Just do what you feel to do, we take your things, see you tomorrow!” “Yee tomorrow virgin!” Shion shouts, “Tomorrow atta boy” Draken says patting his head, and Ran just smirks and says “Have fun!”.

“Bets?” Emma says suddenly making everyone flinch, “W-what?!” Draken replied shocked, “Mmm I’m in, 6 rounds the first one 1 minute and the others increase every of ten minutes everytime” Rindou says “I agree with Rin” Ran says, “Just two long 20 minutes each” Mitsuya says, “He runs away after coming 2 minutes after starting” Shion says placing a piece of 50, “Are we really using money’s merch to bet about Chifuyu first fuck?” Draken says still shocked, “The one that loose is going to bring back everything from here” Ran says as it was nothing “Ok I agree with Mitsuya, but then he will run cause he can’t leave Peke J alone for too much” .

Who’s gonna win? We will discover only on next story!

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers au #ken ryuguji #ran haitani #mitsuya takashi #shion madarame #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu smut #shion madarame smut #tokyo revengers smut

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Wine, Kids and Italian Rock

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Summary: Chuuya and Maneskin. That’s it.

Relationships: Dazai Osamu X Nakahara Chuuya

Tags: Fluff, Maneskin, Soukoku adopted Child, dazai and chuuya are amazing dads

Notes: embarrassed myself further on here too, you know

Because a glass of wine and some good music could solve everything; Chuuya didn’t think so, he knew it from experience. He threw the keys from his apartment somewhere far away; he will regret it later, but at that moment it didn’t really seem to be something important. He took his coat off and this time he was more careful with it and gently laid it down onto the couch from his big living room. He sighed and massaged his temples before dropping to one knee and pulling out a bottle of wine from his drawer and a glass.

“Dada!”

A small voice rang through the apartment and Chuuya’s first reaction was to hide the wine, but it was too late. The little devil saw it first.

“Dada, dada, drinking juice again? Why you can and I can’t? You always say I am going to get a stomachache.” Chuuya rose to his feet and put the glass and the bottle down onto the small table. He then ruffled the girl’s dark hair; his girl’s hair because now it was his, his child and he couldn’t be happier. The little one smiled showing her small teeth and Chuuya shivered. Little kids sure were terrifying and he would love to not experience if they could protect themselves or not.

“No, honey, this is different, uhm… When you grow up, you will also be able to drink without getting stomachaches.” The little girl pouted as he filled his glass.

The sun has long been gone from the sky and now that he was thinking… Klara should have also been in bed for some time. He sighed and put the glass back onto the table and took the little girl into his arms. She giggled and Chuuya smiled.

“Where is your papa, dear?” The girl looked away and Chuuya looked in the direction of the bedroom knowingly.

“He has fallen asleep again, didn’t he?” Klara still didn’t look at him, but she nodded, almost as if she was terrified her papa would get in trouble if she got his secret out. Chuuya kissed Karla on the cheek and let her down from his arms.

“And wouldn’t you also like to go to sleep?” Klara shook her head, but before she could say anything else Chuuya whoosh-ed her to go to bed, gently pushing her from behind.

“Darling, go and then dada will come too.” But the girl was still as a stone and Chuuya was still afraid of her sharp-like teeth. He groaned and he then gave up. Chuuya put his hands on his shoulders and looked authoritatively at Klara that only beamed at him, a golden aura surrounding her.

Chuuya’s heart melted at the sight. Chuuya’s heart ached at the sight.

“Ok, but you won’t stay much longer…”

“Dada! Dada!” Chuuya sipped from his glass of wine and closed his eyes.

“Yes, love?”

“Papa told me…” Klara leaned over and whispered into Chuuya’s ear something even the moon and the stars that could be seen from Chuuya’s apartment were curious about. After the girl finished what he had to say, Chuuya lazily opened his eyes and smirked and now the moon and the stars were even more curious.

“So that’s what he said?” Klara nodded energetically, fidgeting somehow nervously with her small hands.

“He told me that you would get angry if I told you about this, but I couldn’t resist, Dada!”

Chuuya smiled because he was too tired to actually do something else. His mind was filled with the blurry images of younger versions of both him and Dazai, drunk or high, or maybe both, dancing almost naked on the tables of a bar in Paris, swimming together under the shy moon, images of them smiling and then….

‘That bastard.’

Chuuya hmph-ed and he leaned back on the sofa.

“I could never get angry at you, honey. I really love you so you know,” murmured he. His conscience was telling him to not go to sleep, to not leave a child alone in an apartment with an open wine bottle, to not let his child alone in an apartment with an open wine bottle…

But he was so sleepy! So tired, his eyelids felt dry and he didn’t want anything more than to keep them closed forever.

“Dada, dada, let’s dance together!” The next thing Chuuya knew, he was on the floor and Klara was throwing small punches at him, surprisingly strong ones for a three year old kid.

“Only the will I go to sleep, Dada! Come on, come on!” shouted she as she tried to pull Chuuya up onto his feet. Chuuya was feeling dizzy and he got up with a lot of effort, his eyes hazy, sleep still lingering onto his persona.

“But, sweetie…” he yawned and he dragged his feet to where his daughter was leading him. “ Sweetie, dada is tired… FUCK!” Chuuya slapped his mouth as soon as that word left his mouth. He made a pact with Klara; if he would ever to swear, then he would have to put a dollar into a bank account that it would later be hers. Chuuya hadn’t paid very much attention when the girl asked him about it; and now he totally regretted it.

He also had to keep his promise. How would it look if he didn’t? Every father wanted to be the hero of their children, every father wanted to be the best in their eyes.

But how could Chuuya not swear when the fucking keys literally stabbed hit foot?? When he threw his key, he knew he would regret it.

Now he did. With all of his heart. And every nerve in his body that stopped him from throwing the key out of the window.

“Dada…” Klara looked at him disappointed and his heart squeezed. He then hurried his daughter in the living room.

“So, you wanted to dance?” Klara didn’t forgot, of course the little devil didn’t, but she decided to save her father some face and screamed:

“Yes! Let’s dance, Dada!” Chuuya smiled and sighed; he escaped a disaster.

“Ok the, let’s see… Ah, yeah perfect!” He smiled as the music filled the room.

Did Dazai sleep right in the room next to him? Did Chuuya care? Maybe. Did he turn the volume at max? Yes.

Klara seemed to be enjoying the music, smiling and dancing clumsily, clearly not familiar with the genre. But she was still laughing and she still was Chuuya’s daughter and he hoped moments like these could last forever and he hoped that she would never grow up and he hoped she will come back to him like this, he hoped that she will forever be his daughter and maybe while Chuuya watched her trying to dance, a tear slipped from his eye. Maybe, because he was facing the moon backwards and no one could ever know.

His heart was already a dark sea.

“Darling, come here!” shouted Chuuya over the music as Klara jumped into his arms. He spun around with her and she giggled and Chuuya laughed whole heartedly. He took her small hand into his and looked into her eyes and sang and screamed at the same time.

Sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro E tu sei fuori di testa, ma diversa da loro Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro

Klara also screamed something incorrigible and she almost bumped her head into Chuuya’s.

“Turn that off!” Chuuya looked over to see Dazai standing in the door, his arms crossed to his chest, his hair still ruffled from his early sleep.

‘Cute.’

Chuuya only smirked mischievously at him and bent his knees, imitating a guitar and screaming some random Italian phrases with Klara still into his arms. The girl laughed and sometimes hiccupped and Dazai’s heart ached so bad that he thought he might just claw it out from his chest.

His two universes; so pathetic; he couldn’t believe that his world really was so small. He was disappointed in himself. He was loving himself for what he was.

Chuuya was flying a little bit above the ground now, completely lost, completely disconnected from the world.

The song came to an end and he sat down with Klara still into his arms. The girl had fallen asleep somehow. Dazai moved to take her into his arms.

“I’m going to put her into bed.” He tried to push away the images of a younger Chuuya and a younger he fooling into a bar from Paris, he tried to push away the thought of them swimming together and he didn’t succeed.

Chuuya was sweaty and exhausted and he gladly handed over the little devil.

“Go and take a shower,” whispered Dazai as he walked with Klara into his arms towards the bedroom. “Also your taste in music is shit.” Chuuya laughed and then a long silence followed.

“Pour me a glass of wine and wait for me.”

Because a glass of wine and some good music could solve everything; Chuuya didn’t think so, he knew it from experience.

Notes: yes they did fuck on maneskin songs that night

#chuuya nakara #Dazai Osamu #soukoku #bsd fic

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todesboten · 2 years

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my friend just said the maneskin costumes remind her of robbie rotten (honorary)

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How to tidy your room:

1) Have a test coming up in a subject you’re atrocious at

2) Do not study until the day before because God you hate it so much

3) Congrats! You will now want to do anything but study due to the huge workload piled up before you. Procrastinate by tidying.

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about to run pls pray for me

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i made this last night and immediately fell asleep afterwards

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so funny when ppl are like ‘ooh darling but t will turn you into a gross sweaty man with hair on his chest…’ like that’s not the exact fucking goal here

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#420 lmao #also why did people rb that post about me running. it took 2 seconds and it was basically a diary entry #the cassius luigi post is still my magnum opus though #my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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funeraldoomed · 3 years

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maneskin is going to go to the hotel room later and pass out in a big sweaty pile i just know it

#ive always loved the way they love

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icarodamiano · 2 years

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Ethan at Movistar Arena in Santiago, Chile for LOUD KIDS TOUR — September 14, 2022

via jorgedelmonte

#Ethan Torchio #måneskin #maneskin #she speaks #ethan #MovistarArena #Santiago #Chile #September 2022 #9.14.22 #Loud Kids Tour #se #sweaty maneskin #ethan playing drums tag #hair moments tag #ethan posing w/ his hands behind his back #South America 2022

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filthforfriends · 2 years

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Good Days, Bad Days

Vic x Maneskin

Word count: 1.4k

Extended version of a blurb request by anon

Just hurt-comfort fluff, no smut (despite the picture)

2/10/16. Victoria had seen the date written so many times and so many ways that echoed in her head whenever her mind went to a dark place. Death certificate, funeral registry, obituary, memorial leaflet, wake invitation, medical bills, at the top of the priest's speech, at a blackened, frozen place in her heart.

Throwing herself into the band after her mother's death had saved her. And she'd done so with her mother's last blessing. For that year that she couldn’t go to school, the year she developed panic disorder, Maneskin hadn’t let her sink too far down into the deep, dark cavern of depression. Thomas would come over after school and if she was up and about, they’d play FIFA. He goaded her, but Victoria knew it was just to draw her out of her room. They’d sit on the couch, Vic in the pajamas she’d been wearing for two days while her dad looked on, both worried and relieved.

On good days, Ethan would come over to jam with them on the porch. They didn’t have a rapport yet, but Vic could tell he was a good musician and a better person. There were more and more good days, but everytime Victoria thought things had turned a corner her anxiety would leave her bed ridden again. Fear became a greater enemy than depression. It was Damiano who started the tradition of annoying her until she agreed to sit up and play music. Thomas was an immediate fan of it too and as much as she wanted to bludgeon them with her bass it probably kept her playing when she wouldn’t otherwise.

Back then he’d already dropped out, but was still playing basketball professionally. He’d come over after practice gross and sweaty then yodel loudly, and extremely off tune. Thomas chimed in ear-splitting pterodactyl noises and although her father was undoubtedly suffering from the din in the kitchen, he never complained. One of the worst days, Victoria was nearly non-verbal from the suffocating anxiety in her chest, making her feel like she would puke if she tried to speak. Thomas sat on the floor of her room, in the dark, at a loss except to put music on her record player. When Damiao arrived he sat on her bed and talked about his day while smoothing her matted hair. Thomas caught on and did the same, legs folded, pulling the blanket up over her short sleeve shirt so her arms wouldn’t be cold.

Thus Damiano started another tradition, climbing into bed with Victoria when she felt too shit to do much at all. Soon they were bringing instruments with them. Thomas and his guitar, Damiano and Vic’s bass, all five of them on a full size bed. Halfway lying down she started to play, even on the days when her chest felt like a fist, even on the days she shook uncontrollably. Music became a coping mechanism and soon sweet Ethan joined them, leaving his cajon at her house so he didn’t have to lug it on and off buses, across town. She was learning how to manage the sorrow, being introduced to the new version of herself, one without a mother. Music was the starting point, because it was the one thing she was sure all versions of herself had in common.

However, no matter how she ran into music, fame, the arms of a lover, nights at the club, screaming fans, deafening live shows, it always caught up with her around this date, and with a vengeance. The grief for her loss, anger at the world, anxiety as the walls of death closed around her. Leo knew, Marta had known, and the entire band did, of course. Everyone was on edge around the date, but trying to hide it because no one else deserved to be on edge compared to her.

They all held their breath for weeks, both being softer and trying to treat her the same. This nameless thing, a tangible entity, almost ate her alive each year. As a result, backstage in the end of October, Victoria couldn't fucking breath at all. Every gasp for air got caught in her chest until it was so tight, ached so severely, that she was doubled over in pain in the dressing room. Maybe waiting for these panic attacks that made her feel like she was being dragged through hell and back made them all the worse. Pride only serves to isolate. She'd learned that lesson.

"Damia! Damia! Dam," she wheezed, unable to muster the oxygen to give her yell any volume. They were somewhere else in the venue, smoking, eating, checking the equipment. "Thomas! Thom -" Victoria was crouched on the linoleum, trying to keep her chest open. She'd resigned to riding this one out alone, until Thomas burst through the door.

"Hey, hey, hey, Vic." He was immediately on the floor with her. "Damiano," he bellowed. The quick clacking of Damiano’s boot as he ran down the hall echoed outside the door. “Where’s your purse Vic?

“I don’t know, I don’t know. I can’t fucking breath,” she gasped as Damiano rounded the corner. She was curled in a ball on all fours, resting her head on her hands as the sobs started.

“Hey, don’t sit that way, you know it doesn't help.” Now that Damiano was on the floor with her, Thomas started tearing apart the room in search of Victoria’’s purse, which contained her emergency anti-anxieties. Things escalated so violently in her body that Victoria started shaking, the ugly sobs making breathing even more difficult.

“Come here, sit with me Vic.” Damiano sat behind her, legs splayed out and tugged at her shoulders. She let him roll her up into a sitting position. Now was the difficult part, detangling her tightly clutched arms and legs as every instinct in her body told her to take cover. “Hey, remember how every time we do this, and every time it helps.” Reasoning with adrenaline was nearly impossible, but Vic had the coping mechanisms to listen to reason.

As soon as she lifted her head, wiping snot on the back of her hands, Damiano snuck his hands around her waist. He pulled her upper body back against his, her back against his front, opening up her chest. Victoria took one gasping breath, looking up through the mussed hair for the first time. Damiano trapped her legs under his so she couldn’t curl into a hyperventilating ball again. He loudly took slow, deep breaths in her ear. Victoria tried to match the rise and fall of chest against her back, but air was so scarce she failed and ended up crying in frustration of her failure. She let out a groan of pain, hands flying to her chest.

“I think I’m having a heart attack!”

“You’re not having a heart attack,” Damiano soothed.

“And how the fuck would you know that,” she yelled, with venom. He simply pecked the back of her head and started rocking both of them side to side.

“Found her purse!” Ethan came into the room at a brisk walk, his hair, for once, out of place. He squatted down next to them, digging through the black leather bag for the prescription bottle.

“Water and kleenex,” Thomas reminded himself. He lent around the doorway, then came back with the objects already in hand. Leo had probably been just around the corner, prepared. Victoria focused on calming down her breathing enough that she could actually swallow the medication. Despite knowing benzos didn’t work right away, she started sobbing again.

“I don’t think I can do that show! I can’t.”

“That's okay, Vic!”

“It’s fine, we can reschedule. Fans will understand, they already know.”

“They haven’t even opened the venue doors yet, anyways.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” With the weight off her chest, Victoria started feeling like she could actually breathe. The hopelessness abated after however long it took Damiano rocking her back and forth with slow, controlled breaths in her ear. She was handed water, tissue, and gentle strokes of her hair as it was moved out of her face and mouth.

“What if -” she croaked, “What if we just postponed it an hour?” Everyone nodded adamantly, slightly overdoing the encouragement with their responses.

“That's such a good idea!”

“Yeah, I wish I had thought of that.”

“You’re always so good at planning these things, Victoria.”

“Okay, might as well just jerk me off at this point, guys.” They laughed with disproportionate vigor, out of relief that the moment had passed. The right kind of laughter is like taking bullets out of a gun. After a few more minutes of deep breathing, they helped Victoria up from the floor. It was time to face the music, so to speak.

Notes: I have no idea when Vic's mother passed, or what she died of, I just made up a date and diagnosis. I hope this wasn't too heavy, thank you for reading!

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