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feelingtheaster99 · 6 months

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Brennan was really COMING AFTER the intrepid heroes in Fearful Symmetry. He asks most all of them their fears and just describes these brutal, psychologically devastating situations for all their characters (except Kirsten but only because oh yeah he KILLED HER).

Like Emily tries to say, oh yeah Fig’s greatest fear is seeing her friends and families hurt and Brennan’s like NAH it’s actually the fact that you believe you are putting up a charismatic front and not good enough for anyone

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ikarakie · 1 year

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one of the known, undisputed rules of riding in steve harrington's car: passenger seat gets music privileges.

if you brought your own tape, and won the usually vicious battle for shotgun, there was a 100% chance that the drive would be backed with music of your choice. hell, there was even a small collection growing in steve's glove box of music that wasn’t his, because people left them behind either on accident or on purpose. no one really knew what steve liked to listen to- maybe minus robin- but he always seemed happy with whatever the passenger put in.

until one day, when dustin and lucas and mike climbed into his car. dustin had won passenger seat privileges, after a rather tense game of rock, paper, scissors, and instantly reached for the tape player.

steve smacked his hand down. "paws off, henderson." he scolded, not unkindly. all three kids stared at him like he'd grown a third limb as he pulled out of the wheeler's driveway. electric guitar played at a semi-low volume.

"what the hell?!" dustin squawked. "why can't i change the tape?" steve rolled his eyes, fingers tapping along to the rhythm of the beat on the wheel. none of the kids recognised the song, and it certainly didn't seem the kind of thing steve harrington would willingly listen to.

"is it so surprising i want to listen to my own tape in my car?" steve asks. dustin shouts an affronted, 'YES!' to which steve just shakes his head and continues driving.

the man on the track sings over heavy drums and guitar, talking about how he needed someone to 'show me the things that make true happiness' and 'he must be blind.' then, there's a guitar solo that steve smiles at.

"who are you?" mike asked, suspicious. "what did you do with our steve?"

"oh, shut up, wheeler." steve meets his eye in the rearview mirror. "next one to complain loses tape privileges for their next three turns."

that does shut them up. they make idle conversation over a couple more songs before they pull up to their destination. mostly threatening each other over high scores and making bets. steve waves them off with the usual 'don't be stupid' lecture and pulls out of the arcade parking lot, the bass of whatever the next track had been audible even through his closed doors and windows.

after that, steve retains ownership of his stereo every now and then, always playing some form of heavy metal. it just becomes the norm, though never fails to confound whoever's in the car. (because, seriously? polo shirt wearing steve harrington and heavy metal?)

they only ever hear anyone else listen to it after they join hellfire. eddie invites them to his trailer to create their characters together, and when they walk in one of the songs from that dumb tape is playing from a record in the corner.

"woah! you like this music too?" lucas asks. eddie nods excitedly.

"yeah, man! you a fan?" his smile dims a little when lucas shakes his head, but dustin is quick to jump in.

"our friend steve is always listening to a dumb mixtape with this sorta stuff on it." he explains, missing how eddie's eyes light up and his smile turns a little bashful. "he used to let us play whatever we want, but ever since he got that tape he makes us listen to it sometimes when he drives us around."

"well," eddie sighs, fiddling with one of his chunky silver rings. "seems this steve knows someone with very good taste in music." there's a warm look in his eyes before he claps his hands and diverts their attention to the character sheets he printed out.

later that night, steve gets a call.

"you told me you only listened to that tape once." the voice on the other end drawls. it's low and teasing, but it's undercut with obvious wonder and fondness. steve doesn't even bother pretending to be confused.

"well, it's good." (it makes me think of you) he replies, like it pains him. eddie giggles, and steve eyes the tape in question. sat on his bedside table, 'for my stevie' scrawled across it in eddie's neatest handwriting. shitty little hearts drawn around his name and an even shittier skull at the end. "how'd you know?"

"recognised my mötörhead record." eddie coos, "told me how you revoke their music privileges to listen to it." a pause. "you're so fucking cute."

steve can't help the dorky smile that spreads over his face. the way he twirls the phone cord like a fucking lovesick loser. he cracks a joke about making eddie a mixtape featuring the likes of duran duran and tears for fears, which makes him fake retch. they chat for a little while longer, whispering 'i love you's through the phones like it was their first time saying it.

the tape stays firmly in the bmw's music rotation.

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superhoeva · 9 days

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𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 – 𝐜. 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, +𝟏𝟖) | an oldie but a goodie. the song is nothing can change this love by sam cooke. warnings include language, carmen being scared of good things, bodily fluid (mentioned), subby!carmen, soft fdom!reader, edging, and blowjob(s), handjob(s). pretty please reblog with a thought if you liked! <3 (wc - 3.3k)

The request has his brain short-circuiting because what?

“I said dance with me, Carmen.”

The look on his face–eyes blown wide and wild, expression something close to startled–tugs your mouth into a grin.

“Dance?” His face pinches as he repeats the word that feels foreign falling off his tongue. He doesn’t dance. He’s never danced. “I don’t dance. I’ve never danced.”

You can only grin wider. Gosh, he’s cute. The way his curls fall into his face, the steam that previously soared off the pan of chicken that now sits in the oven you can thank for that. Carmen’s eyes–no. His electric, striking, bewitching orbs of Nordic stare into the depths of your very soul as you slink from your spot against the counter and ease over to him. They’re full of fascination and a little hesitancy, but he doesn’t flinch when you reach for his hands.

He glances down at the way your skin heats his. When he raises his gaze, you’re even closer. His tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip, and he quietly repeats, “I-I don’t dance, sweet thing. And the chicken, the foods in the oven, I gotta make sure it doesn’t–”

A gentle squeeze of his hard shoulder quiets him. He blows out a sigh.

“You just put it in, Bear,” you remind him, and he sighs again. “Please just indulge me for a little bit? Thirty seconds tops.”

Carmen sniffs, thinking. You take the second to start the song you’d queued up. The soft entrance of a slow, swinging piano and bass and guitar through a nearby speaker startles Carmy back into reality. His chest rises with a tight breath at the voice that fills the room, and his entire body stiffens when you politely guide him closer to you.

He focuses intently on the way your palms slide up his arms. You stop at his biceps and rub your thumbs in a calming motion.

“It’s just, I’ve never,” he tries, hands squeezing into tight fists, completely unsure. “Never done this before.”

You nod because you want him to know that you hear him.

“I know, Carm.” You keep nodding, grasp slipping to grab his stiff arms and pull them down. They take on a mind of their own, automatically settling onto your hips. “But all you have to do is sway, okay? Just sway for thirty seconds. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

So that’s what he does. And he’s as tense as you’ve ever felt or seen him. But he indulges you. And sways for much longer than thirty seconds.

Carmy doesn’t even notice when his eyes close, forehead tilting to press into yours. His grip becomes a little more sure and the time that passes seems to seep all the rigidity of his body right out.

By the chorus of the song, the two of you are moving in an effortless sync. He’s nearly wrapped all the way around you now, body pressed against yours as the weight of him sinks against you. It isn’t until the guitar solo that he pries open his eyes, face warming when he realizes you’re already looking back.

“I like this song,” he finally mumbles, voice small. “What is it?”

“Nothing Can Change This Love,” you whisper back. “Sam Cooke. One off his ninth album, I think.”

Carmen hms with a little nod. “Sam Cooke.”

“Yeah.”

Carmen’s face lights up with a closed-mouth smile. You match him, body shaking with the huffing laugh that leaves you. When the song ends, neither of you has the strength to pull away. You stand with your arms around his neck. Only now registering that, despite the absence of any music, you’re still swaying. With Carmen leading.

“...Can, uh, can we keep dancin’? Just for a little longer?”

He doesn’t meet your gaze when he asks, eyes tilted downwards. Tightening your arms, you reach and press a long, sweet kiss on his jawline. His eyes threaten to flutter shut at the feeling.

“‘Course, Bear. What song?” You mumble against Carmen’s skin. He doesn’t answer right away, instead taking a finger under your chin and directing your mouth to his. Pausing in his dancing, the man kisses you deep, needy. He only pulls away when his lungs force him to, but only enough to shake his head.

“No song. Just you.”

The words pull forth a smile with your nod. Carmen, eyes dancing across every inch of your face, returns the smile shyly.

This time when you dance–to the muted sounds of a busy evening that pour in through a closed kitchen window, the low-frequency hum sung by the building's electrical system, and the breathing of two intertwined souls falling deeper in love–Carmen holds you even closer. Tighter, with his eyes closed once more and chin sitting atop the skin of your shoulder. You smell like him and you, a perfect mix of something familiar and something newer that makes him feel like he’s floating.

In the past, good things have always scared Carmen. They still do, as they always come along with uncertainty. Happiness, joy, enjoyment, good things never fail to backfire and leave him to deal with the unfavorable repercussions. Stuck in a place where he is forced to face the fact that he shouldn’t have good things. That he can’t have good things.

Yet, as he stands here, you in his arms and him in yours, the tranquil air of the room lowers his guard. The pleasant, happy feeling in his everywhere allows him to enjoy this. Enjoy you. Enjoy the safety you bring without any dreadful feelings trailing behind it. He’s sure they’ll come sometime later, but he doesn’t think about that now because he doesn’t need to. You’ve got him.

It’s later after a hearty dinner of chicken with vegetables and half an hour of you watching some rerun on the television while Carmen watches you, that he has enough courage gathered to bring up something that’s been on his mind.

“You, uh…” he begins, finger rubbing aimless circles into your thigh while he’s slumped against you, “you remember when we talked about that thing?”

Puffs of air pepper gently from your nose as you process the words. You turn your head to Carmen.

“What thing, baby?”

Carmen swallows, clearing his throat. He raises off you but doesn’t meet your gaze. His eyes stay trained on his hand where he squeezes your leg to steady himself.

“Uh. That thing we talked about last week? With the, uh, the stuff.”

Carmen bites his lip at your growing smile and pinched eyebrows. He even has to hold back a laugh himself because the way he’s trying to say this sounds so stupid.

“Sorry, the stuff. The… sex… stuff.”

His voice trails off into nothing as he finishes the sentence, neck reddening when he pushes out the words. He holds on bated breath when you shuffle and think.

“Oh,” you let out, voice light. Carmen finally regains the ability to breathe. “You mean the whole edging thing I asked you about?”

Carmy is nodding before you can even finish the sentence. “Yeah. Yeah, that… is-is tha–is that something you’d still be, uh, up for, I guess?”

You draw in a long exhale, eyes cemented on a fidgeting Carmen. After what feels longer than the seven seconds that pass, you give him a gentle nod.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reassure him. “Can I ask you, though, why bring this up now, Bear? Not that I’m mad or grossed out or anything because I was the one that brought it up the first time. But what made you start thinking about it again?”

Carmen sighs and runs his fingers through his curls. He scratches the top of his head, pursing his lips before he speaks.

“When we, uh, we danced earlier? Before dinner? That was new, I’ve never really done something like that before, but it was nice. I really liked it, doing something new with you like that.”

As he continues, Carm’s voice becomes a little less wobbly. He sits up a little straighter and actually looks you in the eye.

“And it’s just, I-I feel good. I feel really good right now with you. I always feel good with you, and I think that, uh, I think that it–the sex thing–would be something I enjoy. With you. Because of how… how good you make me feel.”

A beat passes. Carmen scrunches his face. “Did that make sense?”

“Yeah, Carm. That makes perfect sense,” you smile, your hand reaching over to take his. His thumb strokes across the skin of your palm as he stares at you with an amount of love that has you shuddering. You pull your voice down to a whisper. “Thank you for telling me that.”

Carmen moves and pulls you closer. With an arm around your shoulder and lips pushing against your cheek, he whispers back, “Thank you for dancing with me. And for making me feel safe.”

“Love you, Bear.”

Carmen gifts you another kiss.

“Love you more, sweet girl.”

The sheets are soaked–with sweat or lube or something. Carmen is too far gone to know what, but he can feel them sticking to his back as he arches for a third time in the past minute. His hands–the ones he promises to keep lowered against the bed–are fisted tightly at his sides.

“Fuck,” Carmen drawls out, quivering and shaking because he’s so, so close. Teetering on a glorious, head-spinning edge, and has been for the past thirty minutes. “Fuck, sweet girl.”

You smile at the whimper that leaves Carmen’s throat. One of your hands is snug around the base of his cock, the other up near his sensitive head. His hips jerk violently when you run the pad of your thumb over and across his frenulum.

“I’m close, I’m close, I’m close,” Carmen rushes out, head back and eyes shut completely. “Shit, I’m close.”

You slow your movement, soon coming to a complete stop. Giving his shaft one last squeeze, you pull your hands away and move them to rub his clenching things. You lower yourself even further and rest your chin against his hot skin, pressing light kisses onto his sack.

“Color?”

Carmen can’t answer. Your mouth is so close to him that he can feel the air fan against his cock and it jumps at the sensation. Even with his eyes closed, he blinks and fucking barely remembers to swallow the spit collecting in his mouth. When he tries to respond, his own gasp cuts him off.

“Can’t keep going until I have a color, my love–”

“Green. Fucking green,” Carmen tells you. “And sorry. Sorry, didn’t mean to cut you off, just-just please. Please keep going. Please.”

On his last please, he lifts his head to peek down at you. You’ve got such a pretty smile and your hands are still on his thighs and jeez, he feels so good. You make him feel so good, it burns.

All of the fluids mixing on Carmen’s skin has made him slick. You run your hands up and up and up until they reach his shining sack. Your thumb and pointer finger reach to form a make-shift cock-ring, and Carmen’s stomach rises with a large inhale.

Carmen’s eyes roll back lazily in his head, mouth falling open when your palm presses back against his cock. A choked groan pours from him as you start to stroke.

You make sure to move your hand as slowly as possible, and his body ends up rising and following you when you tug upwards. You repeat the motion again. And again. And again, each time a tiny groan leaves Carmen.

Your grip is gentle as you stroke Carmen and you find yourself unable to look away from the sight in front of you. He’s writhing, muscles tense and clenching, and wants so badly to fuck up into your hands. But he doesn’t and won’t. Not until you say he can.

“Oh, my God,” Carmen whispers, “feels so good. Can’t even talk.”

“Don’t have to talk, baby,” you promise him, hand speeding ever so slightly, and Carmen nearly lets out a sob. “Just breathe for me, okay?”

Carmen forgets to nod and then forgets his name when your grip moves upwards, secured tightly around his pulsing head. You stroke, harder and faster, Carmen’s breaths turning into pants. You move deliberately, making sure the skin of your fingers doesn’t leave the top of his cock.

By this point, he’s leaking out large beads of pre-come and something in you can no longer resist.

The ah Carmen releases is loud and it startles him. He loses the fight against his hips and they surge forward when you swipe your tongue directly over the opening in his tip. He lets out another noise, something long and whining, when you envelop his entire head.

“Close,” is all he can spit out. You leave him with one last circle of your tongue before pulling off, and he whines again. Your hands still, allowing him the time he needs. After a few moments, he gives you a short nod to continue.

“Good boy.”

The words set Carmen aflame. They’re small and quiet but echo in his head like thunder. It thrusts him to the brink of his long-awaited orgasm, your resumption of kneading of his cock only pulling him closer.

“I need to cum, sweet girl. Fuck me, I need’ta come. Can I come, please?”

Your pussy, soaking and also leaking onto the sheet beneath you, clenches around nothing at the request. As you answer, you bend and glide your tongue across him once more.

“Not yet, my love.”

Carmen moans but obeys and it’s so hard. He’s so hard and your stroking and licking and moaning against him. Looking at him with those eyes that he loves to get lost in. He’s tingling all over and doesn’t even bother to hold back whatever sounds exit him anymore.

You’ve sped up even more now and he can barely take it. Carmen’s eyes fill with tears and the control he holds over himself. Dwindling second by second. He’s losing himself but it’s okay because he’s with you.

Somehow, Carmen manages to spew out broken moans between his erratic breathing.

“Please, can I come,” Carmy sobs out and he can feel the actual tears leaking from his eyes. “Please, baby? So, so close. I wanna come, please.”

You take a long second to answer, wanting to hold him out until the very last second. Squeezing your hands a little tighter, breaths heavy and deep as you stare over Carmen.

“Go ahead,” you order over the squelching sounds of your drenched grip around his throbbing cock. Carmen groans loudly, mouth pulled tight.

“Yes?” He rushes out, making sure he’s heard you right. Part of him hopes it was just all a part of his imagination because he wants this feeling to last forever. Here, with you. Barely hanging on. Body tense and vibrating with this bliss.

“Yes,” you repeat louder, and there are not three seconds before Carmen’s entire body constricts and he lets out a wail. It seems to last forever and grows even louder when the first rope of cum spurts out of him.

Your mouth parts in semi-shock at the sight. He pumps out string after string, body glowing as he jerks and jolts against you and the bed. Whatever leaves Carmen’s mouth is so far from any intelligible words. Just a string of curses that melt together as he keeps cumming.

“Fuuuck, yeah. Ah, sh… shit, holy fuckin’ shit, feels so good.”

You only slow when his hand finally reaches up to gently grab your wrist. Even through the aftershocks and his last few beads of cum leaving him, he squeezes you tenderly. A long hiss leaves him when your hands slowly release his wet cock, and he lets out one last groan when the air of the room hits him.

Both of your pants are the only sound in the room. Carmen’s eyes have been shut for the better part of the last two minutes and he doesn’t have any strength to lift his head to look at you.

Somewhere in his blurred haze, Carmen feels your weight shift from on top of him to beside him. You feel both near and distant as you press kisses on his sweaty forehead. He isn’t sure but it sounds like you mumble something about you running to the bathroom and grabbing something for him.

Carmen doesn’t know if it’s seconds or years before you return, but the warm, wet feeling on his stomach and chest pries his open. He watches you in silence as you rub a damp cloth across him to clean off the fluid drying on his middle. Each wipe is followed by a small peck of our lips and it has Carmen’s eyes closing again.

He’s nearly sleeping by the end of it and you grin at the sight.

“Keep those eyes open a little longer for me, Bear, okay?”

You get nothing from him a smile again as you grab the water bottle set on the bedside table. You pop it open and use a delicate finger on his chin to pull him from his light sleep. When his eyes meet yours, he gives you a small hi.

“Hi, Bear,” you greet him quietly. “Need you to sit up a little and drink half of this for me. Pretty please.”

Carmen moves in a dreamy trance, raising slowly from the bed and onto an elbow. You help him hold the bottle, and he ends up chugging most of the liquid once he realizes how thirsty he truly is.

“You need some, too,” Carmen mutters after pushing away the water, but you shake your head and urge him to keep drinking.

“I’m okay, baby,” you nod, and he eyes you before drinking the rest. He swallows and huffs out a breath. “You okay?”

Carmen lies back down because his limbs feel like jelly.

“I think so,” he begins, and you run a hand over his head to smooth down his hair. “Don’t think I can walk, though.”

You snicker out a laugh and Carmen’s eyes light up at the sound. The hand on his hair sneaks down to his cheek and settles there. “You did so good, baby. Really good, you were great. So proud of you.”

“You were great. Made me feel incredible. Always make me feel so good,” he tells you lowly, his own hand raising to feel yours against his face. His eyes flutter shut and he kisses your palm twice. “And thank you for doing that with me. I-I really liked it. A little more than the dancing.”

This time you both laugh.

“Also, uh, as soon as I regain feeling in my legs, I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you’re the one that won’t be able to walk.”

Carmen’s words are slurred and he’s exhausted. And his eyes are closing again before he finishes the sentence. But his sense of humor is still there. You withhold the loud laugh that wants to leave you, so as to not disturb him.

In his half-sleep fog, Carmen’s arms pull you down to lay next to him. He nuzzles his still sweaty head into the crook of your neck, settling strong arms around you as he falls even deeper into sleep. Managing to grab the nearby blanket and throw it over the two of you, you hold him tight and keep holding him. Even when his light snores start.

The sheets are still a mess under you, but they’ll get washed in the morning. The next few minutes are spent watching Carmen’s chest rise and fall. The pleasant ache of your dripping core fades into a warm fuzz.

And soon, you’re following behind Carmen and are off into sleep. Dancing throughout dream realms where Carmen is the tide, you are the sun, and your love for each other is the moon sitting prettily in between.

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matchaverse · 1 day

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The Walls | CL16

pairing: singer!charlesleclerc x late!partner!gasly!reader

summary: with the loss of his longterm partner, charles dedicates him and his bands music about them

faceclaim: none

warning: mentions of drugs, overdose, death, thoughts of suicide, alcohol.

no part two.

2011

[instagram] yourusername

liked by charlesleclerc, pierregasly, and 12 others

tagged | @charleclerc @pierregasly @estebanocon

yourusername | these fools are trying to make music!

charlesleclerc: fools??

pierregasly: i’ll tell my mom that y/n is being mean

yourusername: snitch.

“y/n stop being mean to your brother and his friends” your mother, Pascale, yells from the kitchen. you huff and roll eyes as you walk down the hallway from your room to your brothers room.

“you’re such a snitch” you chuckle as you take a seat on the floor next to charles as he tunes his guitar.

your brother, pierre, just rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “maybe don’t be mean to us” he shrugs as he helps esteban with his bass.

“what happen with karting?”

“we still do that but with the way max keeps winning every single race we wanted to try and dabble into something we are passionate about” charles answers looking at you with a smile. you nod in understanding.

“you guys are pretty good a making music, so do you guys think you’ll make it big?” you ask curiously. all three boys look at each other with the same idea in mind.

“yes” they all say with certainty.

2015

[instagram] yourusername

liked by charlesleclerc, taylorswift, and 126,537 others

tagged | @ChaseAtlantic

yourusername: four years later and my brother and two best friends are playing their songs in clubs!! so proud of you three ❤️

pierregasly: thank you! we wouldn’t have been able without your support ❤️

charleslecler: someone had to be our stage manager

estebanocon: y/n literally whined for days just to get that position

yourusername: no shame, i’d do it again.

estebanocon: 😒

you’re standing backstage of the local club where the boys were playing at with a few other bookies as the three young men walk back to meet you after the show.

“you three did wonderful, truly, the crowd loved you” you say with a huge smile, giving each boy a hug.

“no, thank you for getting us a gig here” esteban chuckles as he sips from his water bottle. charles and pierre nod in agreement.

“how did you get us a gig anyways?” the monégasque man asks while crossing his arms and a small smirk rests on his lips.

you give a small shrug before answering with “used to sleep with the owner”

“what?!” pierre’s voice rings out.

2017

yourusername posted a story

caption: love the party life

replies:

charlesleclerc: wya??? you walked away

yourusername: just partying

charles lost you, pierre and esteban at this party. he’s been walking around for about twenty minutes now, his messages not sending.

“chug! chug! chug!” charles hears a loud chant of a few people hooting, he makes his way over and see you standing the middle of the circle just downing whatever liquids are in the red solo cups on the table in front of you.

he shakes his head with a sigh, making his way into the circle once you finish the last cup.

“y/n..”charles mumbles as he places a hand on your waist. you turn and look at him with a smile, he can smell the alcohol in you

“hi charlie!” you slur, letting out a giggle.

“how drunk are you?”

you shrug, you stopped counting after the first few drinks. charlie’s lets out a big sigh.

“come on, let’s find the others and head back home”

2020

[instagram] charlesleclerc

liked y yourusername, madisonbeer, and 648,638 others

tagged | @yourusername

charleslecler | one year with my love ❤️

yourusername: aww baby🥺🥺

username: y/n smokes??

username: and they party all the time

username: i mean their life ig 🤷‍♀️

username: anyone else see the one clip on twitter where y/n did a line of coke?

username: 🚩🚩🚩

username: they are grown??

username: yeah but it’s not cute

“i don’t understand what the problem is!” your voice raises to match charles’s tone.

“the problem is that you don’t understand how serious drugs and alcohol can be!” the veins on his forehead and neck look like they are about to burst from the sheer amount of anger running through his body. you can only scoff in response.

“i’m young charlie! im only 22 and it’s nothing serious!”

“YES IT IS!” you flinch at his tone. charles seems this and sighs, walking closer to you and taking your hands in his own.

“baby…i’m not saying you can’t have fun but the drugs isn’t needed to have fun..please just stop”

2022

to say charles was freaking out was an understatement, he was terrified. he didn’t understand what happen with you, you were doing so much better than last year. you weren’t partying as much and he knew you stopped drinking but he didn’t know you were still doing some type of drug.

pulling up to the hospital, charles didn’t care if his parking job was decent, the only thing on his mind was you.

“how’s y/n?” charles breaths out as he makes his way to the waiting room to meet your brother. pierre had tears in his eyes and his cheeks were puffy.

“..they..t-they said it’s not looking good” pierre breaks down, charles moves forward and pulls his best friend into a hug, trying hard to keep his own tears from flowing.

“it’s okay..it’s gonna be okay..”charles whispers, not even believing his own words.

2024

[instagram] charlesleclerc

liked by pierregasly, estebanocon, and 639,739 others

tagged | @yourusername

charlesleclerc: it’s been two years since we lost you. you were the light of my life and i’m so sorry i couldn’t help you get better. i continue living on for you, i wake up every morning to keep your name alive, you were my best friend, my other half, i love you so much ❤️

if anyone is going through hardships do not hesitate to reach out and contact someone, there are people who will help you out. reach out to me, pierre or esteban because we will help you. everyone deserves to live a happy life. 🙌

i, myself, have struggled with moving forward after losing y/n but with the help of my friends and family i knew i had to keep pushing through this hard patch in my life. i understand the struggles and pain and would never wish this onto anyone

pierregasly: two years already..

estebanocon: the world is cruel.

charlesleclerc: truly don’t understand how the world moved forward after this

username: our hearts go out to you charles!! ❤️

username: you’re so strong!!

username: i reached out to charles during my depressive episode and he is a sweetheart, he did help me out.

username: i love how charles donates to rehabs around the country

username: hes a big advocate for charities that help people who are struggling with drug addiction

username: stop that’s literally so sweet

charlesleclerc: i will spend the rest of my days advocating ❤️

tags: @honethatty12

tell me why this took like three days to write 💀

#f1 smau #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 smau #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x you #formaula one pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #esteban ocon #formula 1 charles leclerc #formula one #formula one pierre gasly #formula one esteban ocon

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prncessjaeger · 4 months

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groupie love ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

trin speaks!: i don’t hate this but i dont like it…rushed ending but i don’t even care anymore 🎀

the bass vibrated through your body as screams screeched from the fans all around you. it was the second concert of the night for eren and his crew, and as his number one aka his girlfriend, you, of course you were front row watching him in awe. he’d always opt for you to stand in the private vip booths, but you’r e all about excitement, fun, and “i wanna experience it like a real concert, you know?”

and who could say no to your sexy face? we all know eren couldn’t. you saw him strum the guitar while nodding his head to the beat, and when his guitar solo was getting started, almost every girl in the venue were yelling at the top of their lungs, some who were near you even reached their arms out to the stage, adrenaline rushing through their joy-filled minds. once eren wrapped it up his solo, the song finally came to an end and the concert was officially over for the night!

having a boyfriend with a name like his in the entertainment industry, you needed to be protected at all times thus, you were ushered by one of eren’s bodyguards to the green rooms they were located in, but instead of arriving at the room, eren met up with you in the hallway, kissing your cheek when you approached him, “hey my baby,”

“hi eren you did wonderful, as always,” he smirked, kissed your forehead next, then hugged your waist backing you up into a vacant room, “what’re we doing in here?”

“i just missed you, that’s all.”

“you missed me?” your face was scrunched up, wondering where this was coming from, “oh so i can’t miss you no more?” rolling your eyes, you pucker your lips for a kiss in which he leaned in and granted your silent wish, “i mean yeah you can, but you just saw me like…5 minutes ago thought?”

“so? i still miss you, wanna be in your skin and everything-” his head was laid in the crevice of your neck, giving you small pecks from your neck to your collarbone, “oh my gosh, what’s gotten into? i kinda like it,”

“yeah?” he tapped the back of your leg signaling you to jump up in is arms, “yeah…”

next thing you know, your shirt was off and your skirt was raised by your waist, he had your legs bent and pushed down, your thighs digging into your chest as the repeated schlick sounds coming from his cock plunging deep into your warm, wet cunt, were exhoing along with erens low grunts. his hand pushed down against your stomach, erupting a loud series of moans, whines, and mewls to fall from your sore lips but eren was quick to conceal them, leaning down to sloppily kiss your lips.

you were so fucked out you couldn’t even kiss him back how you wanted, watching as he leaned back with a trail of spit that connected you two, “you gotta be quiet baby, youn want anyone to hear us, huh?” your head shook no repeatedly, biting your lips to conceal the whines pouring out of you as his hips never stopped, but eren wasn’t having the silent conformations , “words, mama.”

“n-no papa, i don-fuck, i don’t want them to hear us,”

“good girl…” 🎀

#i love eren like he’s my bf fr #why get a man when i got eren #eren x black fem!reader #aot x black reader #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #eren smut #aot x y/n #eren jaeger x reader #smut #eren yeager #eren aot #eren x reader #eren jeager smut #aot x black y/n #aot smut #lana del rey

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enbysanavi · 4 months

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RE:V Lords and Mother Miranda with a reader that was in a band

Alcina Dimitrescu

When she figures out that one of her maids has a talent for playing piano, she approached you to ask where you learned.

When you tell her that you had been playing for a few years she offered you extra pay to play whenever she had guests over.

It wasn’t until Bela asked you to tutor her in the piano that Alcina figures out that your skills don’t just lay with piano playing but singing as well.

The curiosity burns inside of her and she asks if you were in a band before you came to work for her.

You hesitantly say yes.

When she hears your hesitation she wants to ask more but decided to let it go for now.

She seeks out the Duke and asks him if he can get any information on you and your band.

A month later and there are a few records delivered to the castle. Alcina sits in one of her arm chairs with a glass of wine as she listened to your band.

She is… surprised when she hears the satanic verses hidden within the music.

When she hears you sing though…

She is in awe

After all she too was in a band herself but that was many years ago.

Your band was more modern and even then it wasn’t liked due to its imagery.

She can’t help but wonder if the rumour of the band members being demons was real

Karl Heisenberg

When the man finds hears you talking with another factory worker about how you used to be the lead guitarist in a band he is instantly curious.

Being someone who only has been hearing old music on the radio for all the years he has been here, naturally he would want something new.

Heisenberg never usually goes to The Duke, much preferring to just get things himself.

So when he returns with a guitar and an amp he summons you to his office in the factory and demands (asks) you to play for him.

You’re confused by finding a guitar in your hands after all this time made you happy to preform even if it was for a scruffy guy like Heisenberg.

He had never heard rock music like that before.

From that moment on he wanted you to play music for him.

He didn’t care what your life was before the factory, he was just impressed that you could play.

Not so secretly he wanted to get some bigger amps and play your shredding outside of Miranda’s lab.

Donna Beneviento

Donna hates loud noises. It scares her and makes her want to crawl into a hole and hide away.

She didn’t like loud music either so when you casually mention you were in a band that has albums that were considered heavy metal, she was iffy.

Angie on the other hand was ecstatic. She wanted to hear you play all of the drum solos that you said you mastered over the course of a few months.

You didn’t want to scare Donna away, especially after working so hard to coax her out of her shell so you came up with an alternative.

You got some vinyl records from Duke and offered to quietly play them for Donna and Angie.

Don’t get Donna wrong.

She loves that you used to be in a band. She loves that’s you are still passionate about music now.

You got the vinyl from Duke and played it for the two.

Angie loved it, she jumped up and down excitedly as she listened to the record.

Donna was more calm with her praise.

She bobbed her head along approvingly and after the vinyl was over she told you that you played wonderfully but if you were to ever pick up drumming again then please don’t do it in the house.

Moreau Salvator

The first thing he knew about you is that you talked a lot about a type of fish.

He was confused on why you liked fish so much but maybe that was why you lived so close to the reservoir.

When he worked up the confidence to talk to you and ask why you liked fish so much you laughed.

He instantly felt bad that you were laughing at him before you reassured him that you weren’t.

You told him that you played an instrument called a Bass but you also liked fish too.

He wanted to know more about an instrument named after a fish and how you became such a good player.

When you told him that you used to play in a band he was excited and asked you to play for him.

You hesitantly told him that the Bass wasn’t really a main instrument even though it was just as important as other instruments.

He never thought that he would relate with an instrument but here he was.

He still wanted you to play for him so you agreed.

Even though the Bass was quiet he quickly grew to like it and you playing it for him.

He even asked for you to teach him one day even though he has webbed hands.

Mother Miranda.

You were just a normal villager when Mother Miranda stumbled upon you.

You wanted to bring colour to the village by playing music at the local pub.

She wanted to know why there seemed to be an extra perk in her villager’s steps.

So she followed a few villages in a disguise to make her look just like any other woman.

When she found you drawing a crowd while playing the guitar she was curious. She had never heard of any villager playing an instrument.

She couldn’t help but follow you to your humble cottage away from the rest of the village.

You had inherited the cottage from an old family friend who’s last wish was for the cottage to be lived in.

Mother Miranda watched you as you played and enjoyed the simple music you played.

When she approached you in a disguise she asked you how you became such a talented guitarist.

You sheepishly confessed that you were only a rhythm guitarist and not a lead.

She couldn’t see why you spoke with such hesitancy. You played well even if you weren’t a lead guitarist.

“I see no band here other than yourself. You are the lead guitarist in this village whether you like it or not”

#nonbinary #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #mother miranda #alcina dimitrescu x reader #mother miranda x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore Moreau x reader #donna beneviento x reader

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bizarre-blorbo-bracket · 4 months

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FINAL for real this time: Davis (Juror 8) from Twelve Angry Men vs the Bimodal Distribution from statistics

Propaganda under the cut, and it's REALLY worth it:

Davis (Juror 8) (these are all from the single submitter)

a quick lil list babes, and I apologise for all of this in advance:

He's from the fucking film 12 angry men. like, aside from letterbox bootlickers and middle school hass students NO ONE has watched this film let alone care about it, it was made in 1957, is shot almost exclusively in one room and the entire film is just middle aged white men yelling at each other over whether some not white poor kid should be sent to the electric chair. what the fuck.

Henry Fonda, the actor, was 52 years old at the time of filming

Henry Fonda is the father of Jane Fonda, the woman who would revolutionise the 80's with her home workouts and her blindingly neon leg warmers.

His name wasn't revealed until the very end of the film and even then it's just "Davis."

I could honestly give him a lil smooch

He's absolutely not girlypop but he's the ally-iest ally who's ever allied

He's categorised as a "Benevolent Leader" on the Heroes Wiki

instead of the overwhelming urge for me to coddle him like most all other blorbos, i would appreciate it switched

I have a photo of him inside my saxophone case and sometimes i forget he's in there, then he creeps into my saxophone bell and when I play it he shoots out like a ballistic missile

Dude, on ao3 there's more fanfiction about the real life 80's British punk band The Clash than the entire film of 12 angry men, let alone Davis (80 fics come up under the clash, while 10 come up for 12 angry men)

I have a counter, and I've watched 12 Angry men a total of 145 times. The figure is up on my wall in tallies. whenever the number goes up, I like to watch it in 5's so then I can put another full group of tallies on my wall.

I have incredibly detailed stories about how Davis would boogie down to ringo starr's solo career, and they're written within the margins of a book called Tobruk written by Peter Fitzsimons. The only reason I reread that book is to wonder at my elaborate works of fiction

My HASS teacher was the one to introduce me to 12 Angry Men as he played it for the entire class. He gave us a set of questions to complete on the film and a few Law based questions as a little treat, and he expected it to be handed in the next day. What he didn't expect was an 11 page monster of a response that included social commentary, 4 paragraphs dissecting the character of Davis alone, deeply discussed comparisons between the landscapes of politics and law in the 50's to the present, and basically an entire point-for-point summarisation of the film, completed with obscure quotes from Truman, Eisenhower, Nixon and Presley (Elvis). He presented the printed masterpiece in front of the entire class to shame me.

After class he explained how his favourite Juror would either be 6 or 5, because 6 seems like a big dumb teddybear and he just liked 5. I explained how I liked Davis because he didn't want to send a kid to die, then he told me how Davis would make a good cowboy (at this point in time I was unaware of Henry Fonda's role in Once Upon A Time in The West) and I proceeded to go home and write a 3 part orchestral composition that I could pretend would play as the soundtrack to Juror 8: A Cowboy's Tale or something like that

I had started to make an animation meme starring Davis but only gave up when photoshop literally deleted itself from my laptop

I didn't even hear that Juror 8's name was Davis when I first watched it in class, somehow I only heard it on my 6th rewatch but when I did I literally got so excited I literally got winded and cried a little bit, I had to take a panadol because I got so lightheaded

I have learned the musical motif that plays throughout the film on saxophone, clarinet, recorder, guitar, bass, ukulele, piano and trumpet

I have visions of him

One of Davis' 3 children HAS to be gay and nothing can convince me otherwise

honest to god I'd be a home wrecker if it came to him

I quote not only Davis but the film a lot, and sometimes in the dead silence of all my friends I go on about how the old man couldn't have possibly made it to the door in such a short amount of time to see the kid running down the stairs (because the old man has a limp, and Davis proved it my limping around the room, which I have to say was incredibly attractive of him)

He's literally an architect

I once had a dream where Davis was in my bass guitar case when I opened it, and i literally just picked him up and started picking him like a bass guitar until I tried to play a full chord and he bit the hand that was meant to be on the fretboard. I dropped him and he fell on his ass, and when I said "what the hell dude what was that for" he said bass chords are lowkey ugly to listen to, and since then i don't like playing bass chords because now they're lowkey ugly to listen to. before this ordeal, i enjoyed them, but alas

i once got my romantic partner to write me a davis x reader fanfiction as a birthday present

my parents believe that Davis is my first celebrity crush, and while they're actually wrong it's still actually so embarrassing they believe that because OH MY GOD it's literally JUROR 8 FROM 12 ANGRY MEN

I've attempted slam poetry about him

I've eaten a paper printed full a4 size photo of his hand

I would also not mind him to be literally my father, but given the rest of the things I've just said about him that's really weird and I recognise that

the Bimodal Distribution

First of all, it's a math concept. that is already pretty bizarre of a thing to be blorbo-ifying. Second of all, I don't know any calculus, and I don't consider myself a math person (because I hate arithmetic), but I really like this guy for some reason. I mean this graph clearly holds the secrets of the universe. don't you just want to l o o k at it . like you could solve everything in the world with that boy

#bimodal distribution #davis #juror 8 #12 angry men #final

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milgram-tournament · 4 months

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MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 1, Match 9 CAT vs. THE PURGE MARCH

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for CAT:

"You like jazz? Jazz is chaos within order. Got to love the whole band. Vibraphone, saxophone, trumpet, flute, piano, guitar, drums, bass… Go, rhythm section, go! The song sounds tender at times and aggressive at others as different instruments pop up at different times. Sometimes they follow Kazui’s voice (“follow the king of the masquerade”). Sometimes they get to be the focus. You have the chill piano one moment and the screaming guitar in the next.

You’ve got a lovely “jingle” (“Lie until it gets better…”) which occurs at the beginning, middle, and end. It fits the “newspaper ad” style of the video really well. Also at the very end, there’s one more line that gives the jingle an upward contour, giving a sense of finality. “Until you can meet the king of the masquerade.” You’re there now.

The two verses start off differently before they take on a similar melody. It feels like Kazui is talking to a different person in each verse.

The chorus is a beautiful façade the first time and a sinister truth the second time.

The opening for solos shows that this jazz song means business. I love how the saxophone and trumpet especially get in your face. And with the tacet on vocals, the walking bass really shines if you lend it your ear.

And the smoke break! Silence is golden. Glass click. Lighter. Huff.

As always, Kazui’s voice is super deep. He hits even lower notes this time around. He’s a fifth lower than the next lowest singers (Haruka and Shidou)."

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-Great instrumental choice. Kazui and jazz is *chefs kiss*

-Symbolism. THE SYMBOLISM. I can’t type out all my thoughts but ifykyk

-The almost comic like style of the MV is really appealing.

-Lyrics!! There is so much to unpack but it’s really cool.

-Kazui eating the dove… fricken iconic.

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FIRST OF ALL the vocals????? BEAUTIFUL. His va put his whole pussy into this song and you can tell!! The way he sings the chorus is so damn addicting I'm so in love with him. His voice is more or less stable throughout the entire thing until the final chorus but you can hear the emotion peaking out which fits perfectly with Kazui keeping everything hidden. The way his voice turns into a sort of whisper during "all the things I wanna do that I can't say outloud"??? The way his voice starts trembling during "this feeling it's yearning to be satisfied"???? The way his voice turns into a sort of whisper AND starts trembling during "hey, if I said I liked-liked you, what would you?"?????? HEAVENLY! You can really feel how afraid Kazui is under his disguise and my heart breaks a little everytime I listen. Not to mention how absolutely powerful his voice gets at the climax!!!!!! It's insane!!!!!!! It's genius!!!!!! It makes me wild makes me crazy makes me eat my walls!!!!!!!!!!

THE SMOKE BREAK?????? What other song has something as powerful as that huh???? This isn't just a song produced by the milgram machine using his memories, this is HIS song and he is OWNING IT! The music builds up so much and gets so intense right before it, I can literally feel myself get tense and starting holding my breath right before he takes the break and everything relaxs… it's not just a break for him, but a break for the viewer. The song is spiralling out of control just like his life and his lies and he has no choice but to put it to a quick stop before its too much to handle.

THE IMAGERY IS WILD!!!!! He's a magician!!! Little magic guy!!!! Using tricks and lies to amaze and captivate the people around him! Trying desperately to magic his own feelings into something else! But it's all fake! It's all tricks and no matter how hard he tries he can never actually change himself into what he wants! But he's trying to convince himself the same way he's convinced his audience!! And when you're watching a magic act, are you there for the magician themself or are you there to watch the show?? The people in his life only cared for him when he performed for them, but they didn't give a drop of love to who he was a person! ALSO the transformation of the wedding ring to a cigarette to the dove at the end??? Makes me wild every single time! Right infront of his wife, he showed her that their marriage was something unhealthy for him that was slowly killing him from the inside. AND THEN he uses it to harm himself???? And then he turns that cigarette into a dove- a representation of love and literally TEARS INTO IT. He tears his marriage apart with his mouth!!! AKA HIS WORDS. makes me wild. Also fun fact Kazui says he started smoking because when he was younger it was "just natural for everyone to smoke" and that lines up with his reasons for marriage perfectly.

Kazui looks really hot in it. You should vote for Cat because Kazui is insanely attractive. What other reason do you need huh? Hot gay middle aged man.

Propaganda for THE PURGE MARCH:

"Despite the shorter length, the Purge March has several distinct sections in its structure.

It starts with a rolloff, and then… they don’t follow it. Amane isn’t here to follow the beat.

There’s the spoken-word intro and the upbeat first verse listing the tenets. The prechorus (“dou shiyou mo nai…”) has an amen break. The most-sampled four-bar drum beat. Well, there’s half of it. Is it supposed to mean something? Can I get an amen?

The chorus is so, so cheerful… unless you’re actually listening to the lyrics (“I’ll crush your throat too”) or watching the video. And it’s super catchy.

The second part of the verse dials things back. Now we’re in reality. This is how Amane breaks her tenets. All the while, those tenets are spoken into both ears over the singing. Get some good headphones. She sounds different in each ear.

The music picks up again with the amen break as Amane happily strolls back home, and then-

Oh.

The somber second chorus, with Amane’s lower singing voice and mournful spoken words, leads into the final chorus, with new lyrics and a more forceful tone. The once-meaningless chanting now has real words. “You’re sorry? I don’t care! Please go ahead and die already.” You can hear Amane’s anger despite the cheerful melody. She harmonizes in the final phrase, as if to say “we’re in this together, me and my little color guard troop.” And finally, it’s just her. Speaking. "Oboetemasuka?" Accompanied by only a single drum.

She is both Amane Momose and not. She upholds the doctrines that she was raised with, but she can’t."

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"Purge March is geniunaly one of my favorite pieces of fiction both in and out of the context of trauma. Its fantastically directed and composed. The batton twirling is spetacular and energetic, the set and character design of Amane conveys a lot about the world she’s in and the story she’s telling. Purge March contextulizes a lot of Magic in both expected and unexpected ways (insert the entire cat symbolism thesis here) Purge March casts Amane in the role of a scary child. The glowing eyes, the framing of Amane as Above the viewer, the brutality and catharsis of it all. It seems tailored made to make you Scared of her. It’s a continuation of the cycle of abuse that we the audience repeated in T1 when we gave her that verdict. A red flashing warning sign about the Inhumanity and Monsterous qualities of Amane Momose. But Amane as a monster is fufilling and freeing. Again, its deeply cathartic. I would write more if I wasnt so sleepy at the moment but its just some Fantastic work overall. Purge March is also just fantasitic vocally and also hids electricity sounds in the instrumental which I think is evil and awesome."

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-Amane’s vocals and how they slowly get more and more off the deep end is both really sad and cool to watch.

-The symbolism of the marching band and the flags. Ifykyk

-The beginning where it sounds like a propaganda TV show… really shows just how far Amane’s thinking is rooted in her cult and how that’s shaped her perception.

-The LYRICS. They work so well but it’s also creepy AF considering it’s a child who’s singing it.

-“So there is no second time, I’ll give back the judgment that you gave to me!”

-The overlapping part… gives me chills everytime.

-Building off the last point, the last “I’ll crush your throat too.” Ouch.

-“Remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of “I’m sorry” that I said to you?”

-The song also does a great job of showing how much the guilty verdict messed with her.

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hypnoneghoul · 8 months

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Crying in the Rain

WC: 1,3K

Relationship: Raindrop (but its not exactly relationship focused)

Tags: Angst with a happy ending, idk what else, character study?

After his elemental change, Dewdrop felt like he lost all control. He was robbed of himself, of his life and shoved into body and role someone else designed.

Notes: Written for @jazz-bazz's ask that my dumbass deleted by accident. Not as angsty as I wanted it to be and weirdly written so if you think I was high when writing this no I was not... this time. I also shoved a lot of guitar stuff in there because I am myself and this was a gear talk ask sooo...

Read under the cut or on AO3.

The guitar, the Fantomen, was… pretty. It was beautiful, even, Dewdrop has always thought so, when Ifrit played it.

They made some changes for him, already, though. The pretty knobs with “H” engraved on them were changed to boring, plain silver ones, Dew didn’t know why. No one changed Aether’s knobs.

There was no space for questions, any questions, regarding all this change.

So much has changed. Has been changed.

Rest of the changes that had been inflicted on the instrument was more technical than visual. They probably just wanted Dewdrop’s playing to sound the best way possible, he doubted anyone cared about his comfort. He knew they didn’t, actually.

The strings were too thin, his fingers were shredded already. There were also too many of them, he was tumbling over the fretboard all days long not hitting the right strings, the right frets.

Ifrit was sweet, understanding and patient… not something fire ghouls were accused of being often. But even the sweetest, most understanding, those with the most patience can and will eventually run out of it.

“Droplet, it’s not that fucking hard,” he growled, slamming his hand down onto the strings of a guitar nestled in his lap. His raised voice and awful feedback the instrument let out made Dewdrop flinch.

“‘m sorry,” he whispered as he curled in on himself. As much as the big piece of lacquered wood in his own lap would allow, that is. His now dull and weirdly warm toned hair hid his face and the tears that were dangerously close to rolling down his burning cheeks.

“No, Dew, I’m sorry,” Ifrit sighed, putting a hand on the smaller ghoul’s back. Not so long ago he’d purr at the inhuman warmth but now he didn’t feel a difference. Just some additional weight. “I just, uhm… didn’t sleep well. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lashed out.”

“It’s fine, I know I suck,” Dewdrop mumbled, barely loud enough for the other to hear.

“Dew-”

“No, don’t,” he didn’t snap, he spoke softly quietly. He was no fire ghoul. “It’s fine.”

Ifrit sighed, ran his hands down his face and even opened his mouth to speak again. Dewdrop was no longer there, a hard case for his Fantomen left empty on the floor.

They made Dewdrop’s guitar even heavier.

A few simple modifications didn’t make much difference for him, he couldn’t lie and say they didn’t make it sound better.

But they made it heavier.

It originally weighted more than his bass already and they made it heavier.

Dew wanted to cry. He did cry. He was so out of control, he sucked at guitar and he sucked at being a ghoul and he hoped he sucked enough to get banished back to the Pit. Because there was no way he’d be able to do this.

To replace Ifrit, to play lead guitar, to be a fire ghoul.

To teach Rain bass.

He stumbled under the weight of the Fantomen again, his vision was clouded with tears, his shoulders were cramped and bruised.

Why was the strap so thin? It didn’t make sense.

But, again, why would anyone care about his comfort? He was just a tool and right now he was a faulty one.

At least he was alone in the practice room.

No one heard the butchered solos and his sobs. No one saw the blood and his shaking form.

Dewdrop couldn’t touch the bass, even if it wasn’t his. It wasn’t even the same model.

Why was Rain given a choice where he had none?

But it wasn’t the new water ghoul’s fault, he didn’t even know of Dew’s life just before he was summoned. Dewdrop couldn’t be angry at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked him, seemingly out of nowhere. The fire ghoul snapped back to reality, realising Rain had asked a question and was waiting for an answer when Dew was busy staring into the distance at nothing in particular.

Are you okay? Rain has asked. How was he supposed to answer?

“Yeah, sorry, didn’t sleep well,” Dew grumbled. “What was that?”

Rain looked at him like he absolutely did not believe him. Dew wasn’t surprised, “I asked if there’s a slide the second time or just the sixth fret.”

“Just the sixth fret once more, but you can do as many slides as you want, no one will probably notice,” Dewdrop shrugged. Rain nodded and turned back to his bass.

Dew started zoning out again as the water ghoul was going over and over again on the same part of the song. His eyes were fixed on Rain’s strap. A solid piece of leather and he wondered…

“You should get a different strap,” Rain called out from the other side of the practice stage. What?

“What?” Dewdrop turned around and sized the water ghoul. Not in a hostile way, he was just… how did he know?

It was their first actual practice as a band, the rest already filtered out, only the two of them left. How did he know?

“This strap isn’t good for you,” Rain said matter-of-factly, like it was common knowledge. It couldn’t be, it couldn’t have been, he hid it so well, he wasn’t a pussy it was just a stupid strap. “Hurts your shoulder and back.”

“Oh, I- they… they gave me this one with the guitar I don’t-”

“You should take your control back, Dewdrop.”

How did he know?

He changed the strap.

Dewdrop basically broke into one of the storage rooms by the part of the Abbey dedicated to the Ghost project and stole all his old straps he could find. The wide, padded ones with grucifix pins he added himself. They were his.

Nobody but Rain seemed to notice the change on the next rehearsal. Maybe Aether or Mountain would, but they’d probably not realise the… the importance of such a small change.

Rain noticed, and warmth bloomed in Dewdrop’s chest when he smiled and nodded at him.

His shoulders weren’t bruised anymore and his back wasn’t strained.

But there was another thing that was pissing him off and… and Rain had told him to get back control, so…

Dewdrop stole a drilling machine.

He was pissed with the placement of his strap, he didn’t have that much accessibility to the highest frets which were important for lead, for playing solos.

So he stole a drilling machine.

He drilled the hole.

He moved the strap to the side, above the neck instead of where it had been nestled in the back, where the neck met the body. He shoved three toothpicks into the hole the screw left and put a few drops of white nail polish over it to make it as unnoticeable as possible.

Only Rain noticed the change, and warmth bloomed in Dewdrop’s chest when he smiled and nodded at him, again.

Dewdrop regained all control there was to regain when he first kissed Rain.

It was like something snapped inside of him, like a rope that was slowly being cut and burned until only one thread remained, and Rain was the one to snap it. He was who started cutting and burning it in the first place, after all.

One day, years later, Dewdrop crawled out of bed, Rain’s arms and went to the newly anointed Papa’s office. He asked him for a new guitar, a Stratocaster. A few different models, actually, each one with different modifications, customisations.

Because it was going to be his and his only, and no one was going to take away his control again. He let them rob him of years of his life on Earth and he was never going to give up control again.

He accepted the past.

Dewdrop was a fire ghoul now, but it was his life, he wasn’t going to waste any more of it and he was his own ghoul.

Well… maybe Rain’s too.

When he took Terzo’s grucifixes off of his straps it was his choice.

In the future, when he’d put stickers on the backs of the guitars, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Not again.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #fanfiction #hypnone gear talks

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beautifulpersonpeach · 4 months

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Random question for you bpp just for fun, if you could have each member do a cover of another members solo song what would you choose? You can include their bts solos and previous mixtapes etc since we haven't got a lot to work with for all members during chapter 2 yet.

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Hmmm.

Namjoon -> STOP by j-hope.

Joon would absolutely body that boom bap Fugees beat. He likes to channel Biggie sometimes so I'd love to get his take on it.

Seokjin -> Joke by RM

I'm kinda convinced Jin secretly knows how to rap. He's not excellent at it, but I think he's not far behind Jungkook in skill and for k-pop rap that's pretty decent. I also want to see Jin attempt to rap Joke, for the jokes. :)

Yoongi -> Your Eyes Tell by BTS (composed/written by JK)

I want to hear Yoongi's take on this OST made by Jungkook, so a remix and/or cover that includes more rap verses by Yoongi.

Hoseok -> Filter by Jimin

If he were to rejig the beat I imagine he'd add more bass and stronger percussion to give the song an added oomph. Hobi, like Jimin, really shines on Latin beats so I want to hear his take.

Jimin -> Amygdala by Agust D

This was the hardest selection because although I knew I wanted a Yoongi track for Jimin, there were too many options still. I'm going with Amygdala but I want to hear Jimin's take on it in one particular format only - I want a stripped back, acoustic type cover with only a guitar, a loop station, some reverb, and Jimin.

Taehyung -> Somebody by Jungkook

This is the sort of song I expected on KTH1 or what eventually became Layover. Taehyung shines on pop R&B tracks and I think the first verse that starts with Jungkook's voice pitched all the way down will sound really good in Taehyung's voice.

Jung Kook -> Face-off by Jimin

I want to hear this song in his 'main pop boy' voice. That's it.

#bts #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook

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I just listened to Live At Stožice for the first time and I took notes while listening to it cause like I'm a nerd so here are my initial thoughts about the whole thing

SSOL: LIVE BRASS

Gola: ZA NAJU!!!! The guitars absolutely killed me

Bele Sanje: So fucking powerful live, the opening just AAAAAARGH, the la la la la la la

KRIS' SOLO: My brain has left my body, I have never wanted him more

Plastika: Bojan's melodrama in the the second verse and pre-chorus is INCREDIBLE, NACE'S BASS SOLO!!!!!!!, the drums at the end, Bojan's HAHAHA in the last chorus

Proti Toku: The fucking energy is ELECTRIC, the opening guitar riff!!!!!!, KRIS' BACK UP VOCALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, the bridge!!!!

Dopamin: KRIS' BACK UP VOCALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, RAZUM IZGUBIL JE SVOJ GLAS!!!!!, The fucking danceability of this song I swear, ZAME SI ČISTI DOPAMIN, I LOVE THIS SONG SO FUCKING MUCH

Padam: The raw emotion, the atmosphere, Bojan's voice is just AAAAAAAARGH, this shit made me cry, full body fucking shivers

Demoni: THE SCREAM, THE BASS, I felt possessed

Katrina: Jure in the solo was INCREDIBLE, the vocals killed me, POVEJ MI KATRINA

TRUMPET SOLO: Killed me, I need to have it injected into my veins

ASTP: Full body shivers again, every fucking thing in the solo, the vocals, the guitars, it is all too much, I am dead, UGRIZNI, Bojan and Kris

Omamljeno Telo: DA ZDAJJJJJJJJJJ!!!!!!!!!!, everything about this song killed me, I love it so fucking much

Kot Srce Kri Kri Poganja: FUCKING EVERYTHING!!!!!!, MARTIN AND MATIC, the one simultaneous guitar bit before the bridge

Metulji: The gentle guitar, the atmosphere, the drums, I cried again

JAN'S SOLO: I feel touched by god, shivers

Vse Kar Vem: Made me cry so much, it hurt, THE SOLO, the pure longing in Bojan's voice

Barve Oceana: The audience chorus, had me jumping around so much, the drums 🫠

NGVOT: Two words. Kris. Singing. No other thoughts left in my head. Also the solo was incredible

Vem Da Greš: The clapping at the start, THE EXTENDED VERSION MY FUCKING BELOVED, I CRIED SO MUCH

JURE'S DRUM SOLO: Fucking amazing, just fucking incredible

Ne Bi Smel: Kris' backing vocals, the solo, SPET ME K TEBI VLEČE

Ona: BRASS BRASS BRASS BRASS, I love this song so fucking much it was incredible, I literally can't form words about it any more

Tokio: AAAAAAAARGH, the guitar, I was jumping, ANATA GA SUKI, WATASHI MO, this is my favourite song of theirs and everytime I hear the live version it kills me

Umazane Misli: SANJE SO TVOJEGA OKUSA, JUTRO PO TEBI MI DIŠI, KOMPAS VEČ ME NE POSLUŠA, MOJA IZGUBLJENA DUŠA, IŠČE LE U SMERI, KJER SI TI, the audio quality was amazing, the crowd choruses, Bojan's live vocal variations

Novi Val: The emotion, the crowd, breathtaking live, the vibe was so lovely

Carpe Diem: Bojan's laugh while singing Hvala Lepa, the last chorus/es, the guitar solo, I got down to the floor when he said to and my knees got sore but it was okay cause I was running on pure adrenaline at that point

#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #jan peteh #nace jordan #jure maček #martin jurkovič #matic kovačič

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lin-lizzie · 3 months

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bitches keep talking about stinky dragon modern au or band au so guess what I’m gonna drop

Months old au for modern and band

Everything is still fantasy such as their races and world however they have moved onto our modern technology and other stuff

The interns are roommates that share an apartment together, Bart being a caretaker for Gum Gum, and the rest not really knowing one another but just decided to room together for the sake of rent costs

Everyone gets their own room but Bart and Gum gum, and gum gum has a little balcony or window garden

Gum Gum is a highschooler (15-16), and wants/has a little flower stall with really, REALLY pretty flowers

Bart went/is going to college, and is pursuing music

Mudd works at a cafe/coffeeshop, trying to make enough to hopefully start his own. He ran away from his family because he didn’t want to take over their business. (Huge company)

Kyborg is/is trying to get in a school where he can learn to make prosthetics (like at the end of the Infinights)

Brink goes to college as well to learn magic, and he also lives in the same apartment complex as the interns. Fun!

Of course, he and Kyborg hate each other as always

Now, in the regular modern au I was genuinely unsure of what to have for the Infinights, such as why they were well known, BUUUUT I remember talking about it w some people

They were known as/called the Infinights because they were investigating disappearances around the town (Boulderay, everyone is in Boulderay, it’s basically a somewhat big city atp), Fred being one of the disappeared people. A conflict happens, I forgot, but they disband. I can’t remember if Fred is found or not but if he is, he is alive and engaged to Marcy.

Marcy, Elleve, is going to school to get a medical degree and wants to be a pharmacist.

Slique is also pursing music, but hes done with school and he does his own thing. Being a solo artist.

Now, for Spectril and Grissly I actually wasn’t sure about. For Grissly, it’d either be something to do with athletics or physical-ish disorders (I’m not sure how to word)

And. God. I have no fucking idea about Spectril.

Dr. Ahem was the old man at the corner down from the apartment complex who owned a workshop. He’s there everyday, and that’s where the Infinights first banded up. And that’s how the interns knew about them, and why they decided to take over for them.

We move on from regular modern au to BAND AU now!

Same, HOWEVER, the Infinights were once a band. They were popular for a while around Faeza, until one day, they disbanded for reasons unknown to the public.

Spectril was either bass or electric guitar, Slique taking one or the other

Grissly had the drums,

Alleve I believe was on keyboard,

And Paralyte was the lead singer, with either Slique and/or Spectril as backup. (I headcanon Spectril is a GREAT singer/singing voice)

Fred was also part of the team, I think we made him the stage guy? Stage? Lights? I forgot.

However, one day, on a tour, Fred got hit by a car and did not survive. This caused the falling out of the band, and their disbandment. Which led Paralyte creating another band, the Everguards. The new Infinights rival band when they would take over the old Infinights band.

Dr. Ahem’s workshop is still there, but instead of an investigation group, it was the band that he had kept at the workshop. The old meeting room was still there, but never touched again.

After taking over the band’s name, the interns hear about how and why the OG infinights disbanded.

Fred had gotten hit by a car trying to go back for Spectril as he was distracted by a turtle while they were crossing the street, Ahem’s legs suddenly stopped working as he called out for Fred, Alleve and Grissly were on the bus, and Paralyte was with Dr. Ahem. Shortly after hearing he had passed, they went back home to Boulderay, to discuss what they should do.

They could replace his job with someone else, and could continue on, but it was way too soon to just continue on. But Paralyte didn’t want to stop, she wanted to keep performing and making music, whether Fred was there or not. Marcy thought she was crazy for already wanting to move on as if Fred hadn’t died.

Paralyte didn’t mean anything bad, she thought Fred would want them all to continue making music, whether with or without him. But the others didn’t know and just thought she was crazy. So, this led to the falling out.

Most of them still kept in touch, but Paralyte didn’t. Spectril and Slique ended up moving into an apartment together while they did their own things. Spectril had a job organizing stuff on documents for a company, while also helping his mother’s flower shop. Slique became a solo artist, but didn’t do many shows. Also doesn’t like to mention he was once part of the Infinights.

Alleve and Grissly kept in touch, so did Elleve and Spectril. Elleve and Spectril became a little closer after Fred’s passing, as Spectril blamed himself for Fred’s accident. So, he wanted to be there for Marcy. For Fred and her.

In Paralyte’s band had Brink, and he soon became rivals with the new Infinights. But a buncha stuff happens and……. God There is so much. That I cannot type here rn. If people like this post enough I’ll add the rest

#tales from the stinky dragon #stinkydragonpod #stinky dragon pod #tftsd band au #stinky dragon band au

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hi :)!! can i request a fic or hcs (whichever you think is better) with mammon reacting to the mc playing guitar and singing in a rock band and seeing them perform for the first time? ty !!

Hi, anon!

OOF when I tell you this one put me through it lol. I love this request, too. MC in a band with Mammon in the crowd watching them perform? Yes, that is absolutely something I want to write about! But for some reason, I really had a hard time with it? I'm not sure what that was about. I had to rewrite it a couple times 'cause I didn't like how it was going. Maybe it's because I'm always worrying about making Mammon too OOC?

Anyway! I know a lot about music, but I know next to nothing about actually performing on a stage, so I don't know how accurate some of this is. I tried to keep it vague so that MC could potentially be either in the human world or the Devildom.

In the end, I think it turned out okay? I hope you like it!

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC x Mammon

MC sings and plays guitar in a rock band and Mammon sees them perform for the first time

Warnings: none!

Mammon had known for some time that you were in a band, but he had never had a chance to see you perform until now. You didn't know he was going to be there, which was why he wanted to be sure you'd be able to spot him in the crowd. He wasn't in the center, but slightly off to the side in the front.

As you and the rest of the band came out on stage, Mammon's gut twisted. There you were, guitar in hand, standing in those soft colored lights, looking absolutely amazing. He was mesmerized by your presence, the way you so confidently moved around on stage.

You stepped up to the mic and he barely heard what you said into it. He thought maybe you were thanking the crowd for coming out or something. He couldn't focus on your words at all. The way the light was shining on your skin and your hair had all his attention. You and the band began your first song and any remaining thoughts Mammon had left him immediately.

His eyes were stuck on the way your fingers moved across the guitar's frets, expertly playing the song's intro notes. Your body bobbed with the beat as the drums and bass kicked in. And then you went back to the mic and started to sing.

Mammon couldn't move. He was just watching you, listening to you, experiencing you and the way you commanded that moment. Everyone around him was dancing, several people were singing along, but all he could do was stand there and watch. He didn't even register as other people jostled into him.

This was how it went for the first few songs of your set. He slowly began to be able to think again. He was sure you hadn't seen him…

… but then you moved down the stage toward the side where he was. You were focused on the guitar, really getting into the solo you were playing. But as you reached the end of it, you looked up and into the crowd.

It was clear from your expression that you had seen him. It started out as surprise, but then you smiled. It was a large grin, like seeing him there was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

Mammon knew in that moment that he'd made the right choice to come tonight. You were clearly thrilled at the idea that he was here to see you perform. He couldn't stop himself from grinning back at you. He raised both of his hands, waved them at you, and yelled your name as loud as he could. He watched in delight as you laughed before you had to go back to the center of the stage to start singing again.

Now that you knew he was there, you were constantly looking over at him, sneaking him little smiles throughout the rest of the songs. He was still enthralled with you, but he was cheering now. He knew you couldn't really hear him, but he did it anyway.

Then something changed as you prepared to perform another song. He noticed the way your eyes widened and he could tell even in that dim lighting that you'd paled a bit. You cleared your throat as you introduced the song and there was a nervousness about you that hadn't been there before.

"I wrote this song about what it's like to meet someone that you instantly connect with," you said. You were smiling, but it seemed like it was just hiding your sudden anxiety. "And how quickly they can become a huge part of your life."

The lights changed to soft blues and yellows. The drums started out with a simple beat, something slow but steady. This song was a little slower than most of your other songs had been, a little softer. You played a melody on your guitar, letting the notes ring out brightly.

Mammon listened to the way you sang the lyrics - as though they were coming from deep in your heart. As though every word meant something more than it seemed to.

And the more he listened, the more he realized… this song was about him.

That's why you had become nervous all of a sudden. You had realized that he would be there to hear you sing this song that you wrote about him.

His brain couldn't quite comprehend what he was hearing. He could feel tears starting to well up in his eyes, but he fought them with everything he had.

When the song was over, Mammon noticed how you couldn't look over at him anymore. There were only a few more songs in your set and he watched you through them, wondering what you were thinking and feeling. You seemed to be back to how you were before. There was an encore where you played a couple more songs and then finally the show was over.

The second he realized the crowd around him was dispersing, Mammon went looking for the way backstage. He had to talk to you immediately.

It didn't take long for Mammon to find the door that went backstage, but it was blocked by a security guard. You hadn't known he was going to be there and this person would have no reason to let him in. But it wasn't like the Great Mammon didn't have a couple tricks up his sleeve and it only took a few moments for him to bribe the guard into letting him in.

Once he was backstage, Mammon looked around for you frantically. He had to find you as fast as possible. There were a fair amount of people back here, most of them working on cleaning up the equipment. He couldn't see any of the band members. Where could you have gone?

And then he saw you. Just a short way away, you had just picked up your guitar, as though you were preparing to put it away.

Mammon practically ran to your side. "MC!"

You turned to him in surprise, guitar still in your hand. "Mammon? What are you doing back here?"

Mammon couldn't prevent himself from sweeping you up in a hug. He completely avoided answering your question. "Ya were amazin' tonight, MC!"

You laughed and returned his hug with the arm that wasn't holding your guitar. "Thanks," you said. "It was a good show. I'm glad you were here to see it."

Mammon pulled away to look at you. "MC… that song… ya know the one…"

"We played a lot of songs," you said, a mischievous tone in your voice.

Mammon blushed and sang the first line of the chorus, which was the part he remembered best.

He watched as you also blushed, but you smiled, too. You put your guitar strap over your head and played the intro to the song. "That one?"

Mammon took a step closer to you, the guitar the only thing between your bodies. "Could ya sing that song for me again, MC?"

"Sure," you said. "I'll play the song I wrote about you the next time we're alone."

Mammon really thought he couldn't possibly blush anymore, but somehow it felt like the heat in his skin increased. You leaned over your guitar and pressed your lips to his. He put his arms around your neck, trying to pull you closer. The guitar strings twanged slightly as they bumped against him.

Later that night, you would do as you promised. You would sing your song to him, strumming along on your guitar. And even though Mammon was already in love with you, those sweet notes would make him feel as though he would never stop falling for you.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #request #anon request #misc writes

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villainsblog97 · 5 months

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Xdinary Heroes Reaction:

Hearing their S/O play their instrument

Summary: How would our heroes react seeing and hearing their S/O playing their instrument?

Warnings: none

Scenario: Boyfriend AU, romance, fluff, comedy

Gunil 🥁

He heard a noise

a noise he's very familiar with

The sounds of his drums

He came running into the practice room

More like charging

He was for sure certain that one of the guys (probably Jooyeon or Jiseok) were messing with his drums

But then he saw you

Playing his drums

Boy's heart stopped

in that moment

He watched you playing

Pretty sure he fell in love all over again

You would jump when you finally saw him

You felt like you were caught red handed

But he reassured you he wasn't mad

and if fact needed to see you do this more often

Jungsu 🎹

Jungsu would be on literal cloud 9

Like he didn't know you could play piano

You started playing the piano for Good Enough

His eyes lit up

He was so happy to see you playing his song

On his instrument

His heart was very happy

He watched you play the song

with so much admiration in his eyes

God he loves you

The little smile on your face as you play

He'd grab one of the guitars in the room and play with you

(I'm-)

Gaon 🎸

You asked Jiseok if he would teach you how to play his guitar

His eyes lit up

Immediately pulls you to the couch

Excitedly puts his pride and joy Snoopy in your hands

(For those who don't know that's his white and black guitar)

And comes around and shows you some chords

He's literally so happy to see you holding his guitar

Playing it

And taking time to learn his passion

He teaches you the five chords to Hair Cut

You squeal when you play the chords right

He smiles and hugs you tightly

Oh that infectious Jiseok smile

He's literally so happy right now

O.de 🎹

Seungmin would hear you playing on his synth

You were playing his chords in Bad Chemical

He was so beyond proud

Like he's taking pictures of you

Showing off how his baby learned his parts in Bad Chemical

He looks like a proud mom right now

Thinking how he got so lucky

He's smiling so hard his face hurts

He can't stop either

"What do you think Min!"

He would just come over and hug you tightly

"I think... I love you so much it kills me"

Junhan 🎸

You wanted to surprise Hyeongjun

You had been learning secretly to show him

So on his birthday

You began to play part of Dear H.

Then you took his guitar in your hands

the strap over your shoulder

and began to play his guitar solo

His heart raced

As he saw you playing his part, in the song he wrote

His eyes watered a little

He felt so much in that moment

This song means so much to him

and to hear the love of his life playing it

Did his heart so much good

Jooyeon 🎸

I already know Jooyeon has the biggest smile on his face

He's watching you play his bass

Literal heart eyes

Like Gunil

Boy just fell in love with you all over again

The confidence that you had too

He was just enjoying the view

His love

Playing his bass

That he also loves

He'd sing along to whatever song you were playing

Smiling at you as you play

I feel like he'd just love this moment

#xdinary heroes #boyfriend scenario #fluff #romance #gun-il #jungsu #gaon #ode #junhan #jooyeon

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 8 months

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No Strings Attached

(Strumming of a Heart)

✵ Part 2

Summary: After an overwhelming breakup you decided to set your heart aside and run free. With the constraints of your past relationship behind you, finding the fun in the physical company of others has been your favorite past time and it all started one night you met a lonely Jake Kiszka in a bar. Although you thought you would never see him after that night, a year later you meet him again, only this time you find out he’s a guitar player in a popular band. You can not deny the intense attraction, embarking on a messy situationship that has only one stipulation: absolutely no strings attached.

Pairings: Jake X fem reader

Warnings: as always 18+ no minors, past abusive relationships, angst, drinking, sexual content, friends with benefits, mentions of cheating, unhealthy ignoring of emotions, I’ll update more as they come along!

Word count: 10k

Jake’s POV

“If she comes, bring her straight back” you instructed the club personnel. It was the third time you had come out to check and see if she had decided to show or not. Thankfully you didn’t take as long to get ready as the others did so you had plenty of opportunities to slip away and quickly scan the crowd only to come up empty handed every time. Empty handed, but not discouraged.

“Where’d you go Jake?” Josh suspiciously questioned you. Obviously he’d noticed how often you had disappeared in the past hour.

You resumed your seat on the futon, trying to focus on anything other than the image of her laid out underneath you the night before. “Just went to get some fresh air”.

“You having some preshow nerves?” Josh moved to take a seat next to you, but you had to avoid looking over at him. Usually you were grateful for your brother's intuition, he always knew when there was something on your mind and when it was time to sit down and have a little talk. Especially when your twinergy affected each other's stage presence.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got my head in the game. I’m excited to get out there tonight” you could hear the opening bands reaching the peak of their performance which meant it would be time for you guys to go on soon.

Josh gave your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, “Let’s go give them what they want”. You were able to glance over for long enough to see his contagious smile, the corners of your own mouth pulling up as well.

Sam and Danny took the stage first, the crowd was already charged by the previous performances, shouting and yelling as Josh walked out next.

You stood behind, your last chance to get a glimpse before you had to focus on playing, but she was nowhere to be found, again.

You were trying to not be surprised. She had said it herself last night when you invited her out again that she didn’t think it was a good idea, and you were starting to think now that she was probably right. She had become a distraction, a welcomed one, but one nonetheless.

The moment was cut short by the sound of Danny’s drums trying to get the set started. Your eyes tore from the crowd onto the stage where Sam was plucking at his bass and Josh was shooting you a look that said ‘what the hell? Get your ass out here’.

Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you ran out onto the stage, threw your guitar strap over your shoulder, and laid your frustration out on your instrument.

The first few songs you blew through with ease, the energy coming from your guitar out to the crowd then reciprocated back to you as your fingers instinctively played the next song, Lover Leaver (Taker Believer). You knew this was a fan favorite as you took a break before your solo while Sam set the bar high grooving on his bass, grabbing your slide from off the amps behind you. As you turned back around a few girls in front of you waved and yelled. You caught their eyes and smiled slyly back, giving a small wave in return before pushing your hair out of your face and ripping back into playing wherever your heart took you to.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt your music with your entire body, tossing your head back and popping out your hips as Josh’s voice echoed the sounds you were so sweetly pulling from your guitar.

Once the song was nearing its end you moved to put your slide back, glancing off stage for just a moment and being shocked when you saw her standing there, watching you play with a simple smile on her face.

So she came after all. A smile found its way onto your face as you sent her a quick nod. She could have shown up an hour ago, saved you a lot of nerves, but she was here now and you’d been playing your heart out all night just in case she did.

You rocked out the last few songs, stealing more glances than you should have to side stage where there was a mysterious girl waiting for you. An anxious feeling started to reappear in the pit of your stomach.

Although she was here now, you could see a look of hesitancy in her eyes as they darted around the stage and the crowd, trying to not linger on you for too long. When the set was finished and you said your goodbyes you wanted to run off the stage and greet her, but you were afraid that might frighten her away. Like a little bird startled by fast movements. That’s exactly how she looked to you, like a little bird, a dove.

Reader POV

You are definitely not doing this. You thought to yourself as you stood in front of the full length mirror that leaned up against the wall of your apartment. The mirror was always meant to be hung. Liam said he’d do it for you when you moved into this apartment nearly two years ago, so you set it up on the floor for him and it’s sat there ever since.

Sure you could’ve hung it up whenever you wanted, but you’d only asked Liam a few dozen times since he insisted he would. It was always a good reason to get him over to your apartment, ‘will you come hang that mirror up for me today?’ you’d ask even when you knew he’d find a reason not to. At least he’d come over, so you kept asking.

The joke was, you had put so much thought and energy in him hanging the damn thing, that even now every time you looked at yourself in its reflection you saw him. You were starting to think that maybe when you packed up and left, you’d leave the mirror still sitting where it was.

You hated that you were reminded of him in the simplest of things, the diner across the street from your apartments, the bench between the arts buildings and the library on campus, this stupid full length mirror, even if you hadn’t seen him in over a year now.

That was just another reason for you to get excited to leave though. Detroit was filled with the ghosts of your past and once in Nashville you’d get to start over. Your life was getting a reset and you could finally start to heal from what transpired here, become who you truely wanted to be.

Pushing back the memories of your ex you held top after top up against your bare torso, trying to figure out which looked best.

If I can’t find anything to wear then I’m not going. You pouted as you returned to your drawer to shift through the stack of tank tops. You didn’t have very many, but your closet space was not ideal so some of the articles of clothing you’d prefer to have hung up found a home in your old dresser instead.

It’s not like Jake will care what you show up in. He will be peeling these clothes off you by the end of the night anyways. Your shoulder devils were making a good point (they were both devils because there was no way you had an angel guiding you through this hook up).

Your eyes flicked to the next drawer over, suddenly remembering a fancy new set you had bought just a week ago still sitting fresh with the tags. You had never purchased any type of lingerie before now. There was no point, Liam made it clear if you slept over then you had to be fully clothed and cuddling was limited to waist up only. Since that blew up in your face you hadn’t cared much about impressing guys, because you’d never see them more than once. Then Caleb made his way into your orbit, easing his way into your day to day even though you kept him at arm's length at all times. The intent was to give him a nice little surprise, but now you seriously debated at least trying them on and seeing how you felt about wearing them tonight instead.

Although the bra was in your usual size, it seemed to squeeze your breasts tighter than normal. Maybe if you’d had the nerve to try it on in the store before buying you could have found a better fit, but as you glanced in the mirror again you saw just how damn good you looked.

Adjusting the straps so that they weren’t digging into your shoulders you found a tank top that would do the job and threw it on over top.

After jeans and shoes you were out the door. You knew you were late and that the show was starting very soon, probably already missed the openers, but at least you’d been able to convince yourself to stop stressing over the news from this morning. The next few weeks were probably going to be filled with making preparations for transferring to another school. You’d have to find someone to take over your lease, search for a new apartment in Nashville. You deserved one more night to enjoy yourself before turning your life upside down.

“What did you think of tonight’s show?” Jake asked you, sweaty and out of breath as he and his band exited the stage leaving the crowd of fans only wanting more.

His band mates gave you a few confused looks when they saw you, but shrugged their shoulders when Jake approached and went about their business. You felt very out of place, not at all expecting when you arrived to be plucked from the back of the crowd by a staff member and escorted back to where you were now. “From what I caught, really great. You guys have amazing energy” you gave him the free compliment since it was directed more towards his band than him alone. Hopefully he hadn’t seen you staring at him while he played.

His fingers slipped around your wrist and drug you off down the hallway behind the stage, finding a quiet corner to push you up against the wall. He pressed his entire body flush with yours, pinning you between his hot form and the cool brick as his lips caught yours in a quick dance.

Your head was spinning with the rapid progression of his actions. Although you’d done nothing to give him reason to not think it was okay to treat you this way. It was a little too much, a little too fast.

Jake must have read your thoughts, feeling your body stiff underneath his eager touch. He slowed his pace, placing a hand on the wall next to you to lift his body off of you while still staying close enough to keep you caged in. “Sorry, was that too much?” He asked in a gentle hushed tone, opposite to how he’d just been acting. Before you could answer he brushed the back of his fingers against your collar bone, moving a lock of hair over your shoulder so he could place a kiss to your throat.

He smelled like he’d been drinking, sweet mixed with men’s cologne and a hint of cigarettes. It was a smell you weren’t fond of, but underneath all of that you smelt something else, his shampoo maybe, and it smelled good. Something like sage with floral undertones.

“I don’t want to spook you. I’m afraid you might fly away too soon. Little dove”.

What the hell was that? He was calling you pet names? You thought he understood your situationship clearly last night, but now you weren’t so sure.

As he continued to kiss across your neck and shoulder, slowly lowering his body back onto yours and slipping a knee between your legs, you gave him a warning.

“Jake,” you panted out when his knee brushed a little too high. “Remember what I said last night?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I?” He replied though not bothering to stop his exploration, moving down your shoulder.

“Pet names? Is that necessary?”

“Hmm?” He was listening, but he didn’t understand what you meant.

“Little dove?”

He realized now what he’d said only a moment ago. It hadn’t necessarily been on purpose, just came out when he thought about how he had you trapped underneath him.

He stopped to look up at you trying to find an explanation that wouldn’t cause you to call it quits right there before he had you again, one more time. “Hey, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re just very flighty is all. Makes me think of chasing a bird as a kid. You get so close only for them to fly away and land a few feet out of reach. They’re very taunting little creatures don’t you think?”

“You think I’m taunting?” You pried with a scoff.

“Only a bit” he chuckled at your frustration. “You let me think you weren’t going to come, then you show up acting all shy. I know what you came here for”. He straightened back up again, stepping away from you completely this time. You were puzzled by his sudden retreat. He was the one taunting you.

Then realized he was giving you an opportunity to flee. Removing himself from your space so you could decide the next more yourself. You pushed off the wall, closing the gap between your bodies once more proving to him that you weren’t going to run away. Not tonight at least.

You ran your hand up his chest, gripping the scarf he had dangling around his neck and giving it a tug. “If you know what I’m here for then what are we waiting on?”

In your close proximity you were able to watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as she swallowed hard before clearing his throat. “Let me get my things from the dressing room and we can take the van back to the hotel”.

“Hotel?” You questioned in a peep. Of course he was staying in a hotel, but since you knew his band was from Michigan you might have guessed he lived nearby. A hotel was better than his place anyways.

“Is that okay with you?” He snaked his hand around your waist like although he was still giving you the chance so say no, he wasn't going to let you go any longer.

“It’s okay, you lead the way”.

Again you were finding yourself unsure what to expect when you followed him around the venue, waiting as he collected a few items in the dressing room and tossing them into his leather bag then guiding you towards the back of the building where the van was waiting.

“After you” he held his hand out in front of the open door, helping you from the curb onto the step of the van.

Peaking your head inside you found the van wasn’t empty. Back in the very back row of seats one of his band mates looked up from his phone, the screen illuminating the shocked look on his face to see you of all people for the second night in a row.

“Well hello again?” He called over to you while you tried to find an appropriate place to sit. Jake was already ducking into the van behind you, catching the small interaction.

“You guys are acquainted already?” Jake questioned as he took his seat next to you, letting his bag fall to the floor between his feet.

“No, not exactly” you muttered, keeping your eyes fixed directly ahead since the seat you chose was right in front of his band mate.

“I caught her slipping out last night” he revealed to Jake, “didn’t catch her name though”.

Why did he care what your name was? He clearly knew what it was you were doing here, and with his bandmate.

Jake smirked, also knowing Danny had to be aware of the reason behind your presence. “Well this is Danny, our drummer” he invited you to properly meet him. You braced yourself as you turned around in the seat, offering your name in exchange with a half smile.

Danny reached over the seat and shook your hand. His grip was strong and you couldn’t put your finger on his expression. Trying to brush it off you settled back into the seat and waited for what you assumed were the others to arrive before you could be on your way to the hotel.

Jake stayed turned around in his seat, chatting with Danny about the night and the level of excitement from the crowd.

“Well, who do we have here?” A voice you recognized as their singer entered the van followed behind with the last member.

“Josh and Sam” Jake motioned towards the both of them as they plopped down into the front row. “Joshua Michael Kiszka at your pleasure” the singer formally reintroduced himself with a little tilt of his head. So Google was right, they were brothers, his attempt at eloquence sounding familiar to when you first met Jake. Glancing between the three of them, even in the barely there light of the van you could see the uncanny resemblance. “Jake, you didn’t tell us you were having a visitor?”.

“It’s no wonder he was so fidgety before the show” the one called Sam teased which warranted a thump to the back of his ear by Jake. Yeah, they were definitely brothers.

“Hey! What the fuck man?” Sam hollered, rubbing his ear dramatically.

“You worry about yourself Sam, and I’ll worry about what I’ve got going on” Jake replied in defense.

“It’s alright Jake, I’m sure they’re just as shocked about me being here as I am” you nervously interjected as the door to the van was rolled shut by the driver before he took his seat up front.

“Not surprised, just thrilled to see our Jake coming out of his shell a little. Meeting new people isn’t really his thing. Where did you guys meet by the way?” Josh was fully invested in this conversation, sitting sideways with his back against the window and his arm thrown across the seat in front of you.

You watched as Jake opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out how to explain your meeting without embarrassing either of you.

“I’m a friend of Lila’s” you lied through a smile hoping there wasn’t any past beef you didn’t know about between Jake's ex and his brothers.

“Oh really!” Josh sat up and leaned over the seat now. You’d made a good call. “How’s she doing? I didn’t know Jake and her even kept in touch anymore?”

“You know she’s doing really well, I didn’t know they did either” you kept up the facade, glancing over at Jake who had a wide and amused smile on his face, just shaking his head back and forth in disbelief of your boldness.

“That’s good to hear, tell her we miss her. Haven’t seen that girl in ages”. Josh finally sat forward when you told him you would, leaving you and Jake to yourselves the rest of the short ride to the hotel.

Jake's hand fell into your lap as he leaned over to whisper into your ear. “You think you’re cunning don’t you?” He gave your thigh a squeeze.

You turned your face towards his, so close that your lips could brush against each other if the van hit a bump in the road.

“I thought I was taunting?” Your hand matched his, but you slid it further up his leg causing him to retreat further back into his seat.

He removed his hand from your leg and grabbed yours that was still trying to advance. “Careful, you don’t want to get too carried away before we make it to the room”. He was staring right at you, but you let your eyes slip down to his mouth, plush and pouty and just begging to be pulled between your teeth.

The sound of Danny clearing his throat behind you caused Jake to pull back, adjusting his pants as he sat forward but keeping his hand tightly wrapped around yours between you.

“To be continued” you whispered once more under your breath, unsure if he’d still be able to hear you or not, but he squeezed your hand to show he did.

The van pulled into the hotel’s drop off lane only minutes later and everyone piled out into the lobby.

“Daniel? Bar?” Sam turned to the drummer with a mischievous look on his face.

“Sure, will you order for me and I’ll meet you over there?” He replied, stuffing his hands into his back pockets as Sam agreed and sauntered off.

“You guys up to join us?” Danny asked, his eyes flashing back and forth between his two band mates, but never to you.

“Sure, I’ve got to go up to my room and make a few phone calls, but I’ll head back down in a few” Josh replied as he hit the button on the elevator.

“I’ve got a mini bar in the room” Jake politely declined while also nondiscreetly slipping his arm around your waist.

“Yeah, of course” he chuckled, finally taking a look at you then down to where Jake's hand rested on your hip. What was this feeling you were getting from him? Was he being timid? You didn’t get that impression from him watching him play behind his drum set on stage. Then again they were performers and their stage presence didn’t have to directly reflect their personal identities.

The elevator sounded its arrival and you, Jake, and Josh retreated inside. Jake's fingers were tapping against your side as he spoke to his brother about their plans for the next day making sure they were both going to be prepared before parting for the night. Danny’s eyes remained fixed on you until the doors closed and you tore yours away, noticing Josh hitting the button for the fifth floor and Jake the sixth. The elevator started to rise, not stopping until it was time for Josh to get off, then you and Jake.

His arm left your side as he exited the elevator first, glancing behind to make sure you were still planning on following him to the room.

“Better make this quick if you’ve got to get up early tomorrow” you mentioned you’d heard part of his conversation in the elevator as you joined him down the hallway.

“Oh don’t worry, we’ve got a long drive to the east coast tomorrow. I can sleep on the bus”. His steps slowed as he reached his room, pulling out his wallet that you recognized to be the same from a year ago and getting out the key card. “So no, I don’t plan on making this quick”. A wide and anxious smile spread across his face as he again allowed you to enter first.

You stepped into the cold room. The sound of the air conditioning unit being left on filling the space until you heard the sound of the door shutting and locking behind you. You turned around to see Jake already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Are you ready for some fun?” He raised his brows with a smirk as he kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his pants.

You bit your lip as you backed away from him, further into the room making him follow you to the bed. “You going to really show me what you’re made of this time? Finally getting me in a proper bed?” You giggled, keeping the mood light hearted and charged with sexual tension.

He was getting closer and closer as you slowed your steps. “We will get to the bed” he replied, “but first I want you on your knees for me”. He bent over to pull his pants off, taking his underwear down with them and stepping out of the pile on the floor as he rose.

You let your eyes roam his fully unclothed body, mouth watering as your mind wondered what he would taste like. Surely salty with the amount of sweat that had glistened off him in the intense stage lights. You’d know soon enough. “Yes sir” you caught him twitching at your words. “Oh you like that?”.

Instead of answering you he finally reached right in front of you, taking his hand and snaking it around to the back of your head, pulling you into a hungry kiss. His fingers tangled into your hair, tugging slightly at the roots until your lips were pulled off of his. “Show me your tongue” he purred as he looked down at your head tilted back through hooded eyes.

You obliged him, letting your jaw fall and your tongue peak out. “Open wider” his fingers tightened around your hair until you stuck your tongue out all the way. He took his free hand and placed two fingers against the wet muscle. “Okay, now close”.

You let your tongue slide against his fingers as you brought them inside your mouth, sucking on them as his thumb came to rest on your jaw.

Up until now he had been doing a very good job at keeping his composure, but as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingers a breathy groan escaped past his parted lips.

“Good” he pulled his fingers out and grabbed your chin. “Now do that to my cock” he used his hands on you to guide you down until you were indeed on your knees in front of him, keeping the hand on the back of your head.

You opened your mouth wide again, taking your tongue out once more to lick him from base to tip, wrapping your lips around his head.

“Wait” Jake gasped out just as you were about to take him in completely. His fingers untangled themselves from your hair and moved to cup your cheek. “I think we should establish some ground rules”.

“Now?” You bemoaned, looking up at him with lust filled eyes then back down to his leaking tip right in front of your nose.

He pulled your attention back upwards, “yes now, before we get too carried away. I told you last night I would make you beg for it. I think we should have a safe word before I do”.

You didn’t think you could get any more turned on, but the confidence that boarderlined arrogance sounded very appealing coming from him. He said he’d make you beg for it? Maybe you were desperate when you first met, but this time you were sure you could hold out longer than him. “Hmm,” you creeped your hand up his thigh as you thought. “How about ‘Jake get the fuck off of me before I kick your ass’?”

He wanted to be upset with you for not taking him seriously, but now you had his dick in your hand giving him a firm stroke before he got his words out again. “No, that won’t work. I might want you to kick my ass”.

“Freaky Jake” you chuckled as your eyes flickered back to what was in front of you, licking the bead of precum that was already leaking out.

“Fuck-” his thumb traced your bottom lip as his hips started to buck forward ever so slightly, just as they did when he was onstage. “Mangos, it’s fucking mangos, the safe word. Are you okay with that? Can you remember that?”

“Mangos?” You giggled, slowing your stroking to give him a moment to actually think about what he said. “Why mangos?”

“I hate them. I wouldn’t say mangos unless I was serious we needed to stop” he revealed, and that was good enough for you. With that established you were ready to resume your blow job.

“Okay, mangos it is” you nodded and he moved his hand back, gathering as much hair as he could between his fingers on his way. You wrapped your lips around him, swirling your tongue over his head like you had his fingers causing a sweet sounding moan.

Then you started bobbing your head, going as far as you could, twisting your hand around his base for support. Jake was using his hand on the back of your head to push you further. You could tell he wanted to be completely in your mouth, so you moved your hand to his hip to brace yourself.

Jake looked down at you, his eyes questioning if you were okay. You hummed around him, the vibration causing him to twitch, and wrapped your hand around his hip, taking a handful of his ass cheek and pulling him forward until he was brushing against the back of your throat.

You let your eyes close as they teared up a bit, but you were still handling him very well. “Just a little bit more, then I’ll get you on that bed” Jake groaned as he fucked into your mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks, giving him a good suck before he slid out with a pop and bent down to pick you up, backing you up, and throwing you onto the bed all in one quick motion.

You were already working at unbuttoning your pants as he crawled onto the bed and ripped them off, tossing them onto the floor near his. “These are cute” he hooked a finger underneath the hem of your lacy panties and pulled it up letting the elastic come snapping back against your skin.

“There’s a matching top” you gave away, drawing his attention as you shed your tank top. revealing the strappy sheer bra barely covering your hardened nipples.

“This looks uncomfortable” he questioned playfully as he ghosted his lips up your torso.

Your back arched off the bed, looking for a little more pressure in his kisses. “The point is they’re not supposed to be on for that long” you replied matter-of-factly, but he had other ideas for you.

“Hmm, that’s too bad, I like looking at you in them”. He reached your chest, nipping at the delicate fabric with his teeth, grazing against your hardened bud. The tip of his nose traced the curve of your breast that was exposed by the low cut of the bra, his warm breath soothing the soreness in your nipples.

“On second thought” he slid a hand up the bed beside you and lifted himself to get one last look at you in your full set. “You can take one of them off now.” The hand that wasn’t holding himself up came to dance his fingers over your shoulder straps “you’re bra?”, then they dropped down to cup over your core “or your panties?”

Trying to sway your decision he began rubbing, knowing you’d want to be touched without the fabric in the way. Bringing his lips next to your ear he hushed his voice like there was someone nearby who could possibly overhear him “These are already soaking wet, you might as well choose to take them off first”.

The two of you weren’t in a bathroom at a bar, or backstage at a venue this time though, and you now had the appropriate privacy to indulge however you wanted.

“Go ahead, take them off” you lifted your hips signaling to him what your choice was.

He sat back onto his knees with a smirk, keeping eye contact with you as he pulled the delicate piece slowly down your legs. He caught one of your legs mid air and focused his kisses on the inner part of your knee, then further up your thigh until he was lowering himself back onto the bed, but this time situated between your legs.

“You want my mouth now?” His arm slid between the bed and your thigh, hiking your knee around his shoulder and blowing cool air onto the hottest part of your body.

“I’m not begging yet if that’s what you’re asking” you managed to answer him with a tease even though you’d be lying if you didn’t say yes, so you did. “Yes Jake, I do”. You slid your hips down the bed, settling closer to him.

“Hmm, an attitude isn’t going to get you anywhere” his fingers tightened around your thigh and you realized just how strong his grip was. Made sense being a musician who used his hands all day. You started to wonder what else those hands could do to you.

“You’re right, yes sir” you enticed him again based off your knowledge of his previous reaction to that phrase. He let out a deep chested groan before connecting his mouth to you.

A heavy sigh left past your parted lips as you felt the warmth from his mouth mix with yours. His tongue sliding between your folds collecting all of your arousal before easily finding your sweet bundle of nerves and flicking the tip over it.

You let out an unabashed moan, rocking your hips up and down against his tongue letting the now familiar feeling coil up tightly inside.

To your dismay Jake removed his mouth from you, moving his hands to either side of your hips and massaging his thumbs into your pelvis. “No no, not yet. Hold on a little longer”.

“Hmmmmm, why?” You whined, absolutely writhing at the way his hands felt on you, wanting more. Wanting everything he could give you tonight while you were both still here to give and take it.

“You. Know. Why” he replied, holding onto each word as he returned his kisses to your inner thigh then back to your core, picking up right where he left off.

“Jake enough, more. Give me more”. You realized this could be considered begging, but at that moment you just needed to feel him.

He moved to lay down next to you, grabbing your same knee and swinging it over him. You got the memo that he wanted you on top now, sitting up and moving with him until your center was hovering over him and your hands were sprawled out across his chest.

He reached up and unhooked your bra, pulling the straps off your shoulders and letting it fall.

Your heart was racing, your center aching for him, wanting to be connected so badly. Before you could grind your hips down for relief his hands caressed up your thighs, settling on your sides in a tight grip to keep you still and showing you that although you were on top now he was still in control.

You whimpered as you tried to lower yourself onto him again, but his grip tightened, his fingers digging into the divets of your hips. “Do not move” he demanded in a rumble deep from his chest. “I’ll give you what you want dove”.

Once he felt confident that you would follow his instruction and sit still he moved one hand between your bodies, taking himself by the base and positioning his tip against your entrance.

You sucked in a lung full of hot air, your body already quaking with anticipation as he lifted his hips off the bed and pressed up into you. You weren’t even expecting it but after being edged just a little while ago, as soon as he entered you something went off and you were holding yourself up while digging your nails into his chest as you came around him.

“Oh my god Jake!” You cried out, your orgasm continuously erupting from your core as his hips snapped up over and over again, never stopping to give you a break.

“You’re dripping all over me” he moaned, knowing you’d finally come undone, but because he allowed you to.

“Jake!” You screamed his name continuously, making him even more excited with his movements. “Wait please I-” your pleading was cut off by him suddenly dropping you, making you come fully seated down on top of him all the way to the hilt and deeper than ever let yourself go before.

“You want me to stop? Hmm do you?” His voice was soaking in lust as he circled his hips underneath you to keep the friction going. “What’s the safe word? You remember right?”

“No” you huffed out, starting to work your hips yourself but not paying close enough attention to the words that were coming out of your mouth, “I mean yes, I do, but no I’m good now”.

You removed your hands from his chest admiring the welts that were left behind, those were sure to sting in the shower, and grabbed Jake's hands that had settled on the bed next to him. Returning them to your body, you guided them with yours across the spots on your sides that you’d found you’d liked to be touched, stopping when he was grasping both your breasts.

“I’m going to cum again” you whined as you let your hand fall down and fingers circle over yourself.

“As many times as you want, you’ve been so good” Jake praised you only adding to everything that was pushing you over the edge tumbling towards your second orgasm.

He threw his head back onto the bed as you worked through it before you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer, collapsing onto his chest. “No, I’m so close” he groaned knowing you’d reached your limit but his body screaming at him to keep fucking up into your overstimulated core until he’d finished.

It was then you realized that in the moment neither of you had paused to get protection. Although you took the proper precautions for incidents like this you thought it’d be best to not push your luck. Besides, you wanted to taste him again.

With him focused on chasing his high you were able to pull off before he could complain, quickly moving down and replacing your mouth onto him and starting to suck.

“Oh fuck” he moaned, craning his neck to get one last look before his body tensed. When he was completely spent you sat up, letting him see you swallow.

He pulled you back down onto the bed next to him, his lips frantically searching for yours like you were going to breathe life back into him.

After a few minutes of reveling in the feeling of ecstasy, lazily swapping open mouthed kisses while your legs intertwined together Jake propped his head up on his elbow, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk.

“What?” You chuckled, starting to feel subconscious knowing your hair must be extremely tangled and mascara smudged to hell.

“You’re fucking amazing, did you know that?” His gaze tore through you. You could tell his words were genuine, only making you feel like more of a phony. “In bed I mean, you’re amazing in bed” he corrected his compliment after seeing your expression start to fall. “It’s too bad I don’t know when the next time I’ll be in Detroit is. I’d like to keep seeing you like this”. He ran his hand across the curve of your waist from just under where you had your arm tucked underneath your chin down to the swell of your hip.

It was a nice sentiment when you thought about it, you couldn’t deny that you had thoroughly enjoyed every encounter you’d had with him, but you didn’t even know when the next time you would be back in Detroit was either.

The thought crossed your mind to speak to him about your move, but you decided against it after a second. There was no reason for you to bring that up. If things went as you planned then you wouldn't have the time to be following around some rockstar let alone be falling back into old habits.

“Well, I could use a shower” he took your silence as a queue to drop the conversation, trying not to let it bother him since you had been very clear about your intentions.

He untangled his body from yours, stretching as he stood. A little smile forced itself onto your face as you watched him walk away into the bathroom, your eyes fixed on his perfectly round ass.

Stopping at the doorway he glanced behind his shoulder, catching you staring with a wide smile. “You coming?”

Thankfully it was pretty dark in the room so hopefully he couldn’t see your face burn bright red. “Yeah, give me a second. I’m still trying to regain the feeling in my legs”. You replied, trying to remain shrouded in the dark until your blush went away.

Jake looked proud of himself as he continued into the bathroom and you waited until you heard the sound of the water hitting the tile of the shower turning on until you hopped out of the bed. What you didn’t expect to hear was the sound of Jake humming a familiar melody that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

When you entered the bathroom you saw him standing under the shower head, raking his fingers through his hair to get every strand wet, singing the lyrics to the song making you realize exactly what it was.

You’ll be doin’ alright with your Christmas of white. But I’ll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas.

“Christmas is months away” you reminded him as you stepped into the shower to join him.

“I know, jus’ popped into my head” Jake shrugged his shoulders. You could tell he was starting to get sleepy by the way he shortened his words, so you offered to help rinse him off.

Lathering up his torso with soap you let your hands explore the expanse of skin, thinking you might as well commit each dip and plane of his form to memory in case this time you did never see him again.

Your eyes followed the trail of soap as it rolled down his body, biting your lips as you held back the urge to take the little piece of skin on his side right above his hip bone in between your teeth.

Mindlessly your hands roamed lower without your notice until his breathing started to pick up and he gave you a warning. “Careful where you’re touchin’ or we might have to go for roun’ two”.

The corners of your mouth pulled up as you flashed your eyes up to him seductively, “that doesn’t sound too bad”.

Jake cupped your face and let out a groan, catching your lips in his at the same time as you wrapped your fingers around his length.

After a longer than anticipated but very fulfilling shower you found yourself questioning what your next move was going to be. Normally once you’d had your fill, a short goodbye would be said and you would go about your business. This time however, you found yourself wanting to stay just a while longer.

Jake noticed your hesitancy to redress, standing in his hotel room with the towel wrapped around your body slowly collecting the discarded articles of your clothing.

“Care for a drink?” He offered after flicking on a couple of lamps and pulling on a pair of boxers with simple sweatpants, a stark contradiction to the outfits you had become used to seeing him in.

“Yeah, whatever you have is fine”. You pulled your tank top on, skipping the bra for now, unsure how comfortable you should be making yourself. Ultimately you decided he had invited you here and you’d already used the bed, so you might as well have a seat right in the middle.

He turned around from the bar with two tiny bottles of whiskey and a couple of bags of pretzels he’d saved from a flight. “I hope this doesn’t count as being ‘wined and dined’” he laughed to himself as he crawled onto the bed, sitting crisscrossed in front of you and laying out the goods on the sheets between you.

“I’ll allow it” you joked back, collecting your half and cracking open the cap on the mini bottle. “Just this once” you winked and tipped your head back, feeling the hot liquid run down your throat. You tried to hold a steady face, but shooting straight whisky wasn’t usually your thing, so your nose scrunched up when you brought your head back down.

Of course Jake found that amusing, unscrewing his cap and knocking his shot back without even a hint of distaste. “Another?” He questioned with a smirk when he successfully finessed you.

He looked like he expected you to say no, already ready to argue the matter of ‘one more’ with you like the bad influence you were realizing he was. What you hadn’t come to realize yet was how he had already begun to influence you, agreeing to have another without the need for his extra encouragement.

Moving back over to the minibar, Jake pulled a glass out and retrieved another shot of whiskey and a can of coke, mixing the two into the glass haphazardly. “Is this better?” He held the glass out for you with his brows raised.

You moved onto your knees on the bed, leaning forward to examine it further, “no ice?”

“We can go join the others down at the bar if you prefer?” He offered instead, turning on his heel with the glass still in hand. “I’m sure they’d all love to get caught up on you and Lila, considering you know you’re best friends and all”.

You hurried over to the edge, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him back down onto the bed with you, nearly causing him to spill the whisky and coke all over his chest. You plucked the glass from his hand, placing a kiss to his cheek before settling back onto the middle of the bed. “No. This is fine”.

“That’s what I thought” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he stood to get himself another drink before returning.

As you sipped your glass the image of Danny watching you leave with Jake in the elevator flashed through your mind. You were nervous about the idea of going down to drink with them. How would he look at you now? In a state of near undress still, hair slightly dripping at the ends from the shower.

Would his gaze be soft and timid like it was in the lobby, or judgmental like when he found you last night?

You pushed the thought to the back of your head because it wasn’t important right now.

Here in the room you were enjoying watching Jake relax shirtless, stealing glances at the way his body moved so fluidly when you thought he wasn’t paying attention.

“So what’s next for you then? I mean after the long bus ride?” You sipped on the warm liquid in the glass, much more tolerable with the strong fizzy flavor of the coke.

“More shows, and more shows” he leaned back onto his elbow and crossed his legs, his ankles overlapping next to you at the same spot his sweats cuffed, “and more shows”. He sighed looking exhausted. You were a bit worried that you might be keeping him up later than you should. Something gave you the impression though that even if you did leave he would stay up drinking from his minibar alone anyways. At least this way he had some company. “I’m looking forward to going back overseas though. It’s always very cool to see how far our music travels, and we will travel just as far to play for our fans”.

“Overseas? Like Europe?” You questioned, amazement sounding in your voice.

He sat back up, being just as excited about the conversation as you were. “Yeah, we will be doing a few legs in Europe here pretty soon. Have you ever been before?”

You felt your face blush slightly, “No, I haven’t but it is definitely a dream of mine”. Despite how little you knew about Jake, even since night one for some reason you had this feeling in the pit of your stomach that the two of you were somehow similar. Talking to him now was making you realize the opposite.

You had hardly even been out of the state, let alone another country. This man before you, although near the same age, had probably been everywhere your heart had ever desired. Yet here he was meeting you in the same city twice, seemingly taking an interest in you.

“You will get there someday, I’m sure of it” he offered you a soft smile, “where do you want to go most of all?”

That was an easy answer, your favorite movie coming to mind as you romanticized picturing yourself walking down cobblestone streets illuminated by old iron lamp posts. “France” you smiled at the thought. “Have you ever seen Midnight in Paris?”

He shook his head, popping a few mini pretzels into his mouth in the meantime. “You want to go there because of a movie? You sound like my brother” he chuckled at the look of shock and disappointment on your face.

“No it’s not just that, the movie is about an aspiring novelist that goes back in time and meets some famous artists and writers. It’s really inspiring and romantic. Sometimes I wonder if going to Paris might unlock something within myself and I’ll suddenly see the world in the same light as those amazing writers”.

“So you’re a writer then? Or you want to be?” He concluded that much from your moment of divulgence.

Bringing your glass up to finish it off you shrugged your shoulders, “I guess so, we will see how it goes. At one point or another I might have to grow up and focus on getting a real job. For the time being though I’d like to dream”.

Jake took the empty glass from your hand, you were thinking he was about to refill it for you, but instead he set it next to him and brought both of your hands into his. “Fuck that, never give up on your dreams. Go to Pairs, see the city and the countryside, and just create something beautiful. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about it as long as it’s authentically you”.

Your breath caught in a knot at the top of your throat as his genuine gaze suddenly knocked you off guard. Nodding your head was all you could manage, but he accepted that as acknowledgment of his pep talk, letting your hands fall back onto your legs and retrieving your glass for the refill.

The conversation steered itself naturally, going both anywhere and nowhere at the same time as you and Jake enjoyed a few more drinks and each other's company.

Even with the lighthearted and meaningless topics about comparing trying to cook decent meals on a bus versus in a dorm, or college parties to after parties, you felt glad that you had decided to come out again tonight.

All the while Jake's endearing speech held a place at the forefront of your mind. His encouragement made you even more excited for the big move. You believed Nashville was going to be your you era.

As the drinks started to settle into your bloodstream, causing your head to feel light and your body to feel warm and heavy in contrast, you tried squinting your eyes at the tiny red numbers displayed on the clock at the bedside table. Did it really say 2:35AM? You could have sworn the last time you checked there was a one before that two.

Jake had to be up again in a few hours, and he was just about passed out on the bed next to you, having moved a little while ago to laying on his stomach with his arms surrounding the pillow tucked underneath his chin.

Just as you thought he was asleep you pulled out your phone and searched your app to see if you could still get an Uber this late. Things weren’t looking great. Well maybe the hotel front desk would know if there were any taxis that still ran at this hour.

Slipping out of the bed trying not to disturb him, you gathered up your jeans and looked around in the area you thought you had kicked off your shoes.

“What are you doing?” He groggily sat up onto his elbows, his eyes squinting from how heavy they were but he was trying to force them to stay open so he could search the room for you. “Please don’t leave”.

“Jake..” his name fell out of your mouth in a whisper, unlike how you were screaming it earlier on in the evening.

“Don’t. Don’t do that right now, just stay with me” he was trying hard to fight you over the matter, but his delicate body slumped back onto the mattress and his eyes closed again.

You could have slipped out anyways, but finding a ride back home was risky, and although you weren’t nearly as tired as Jake was, the bed had been a comfort before you forced yourself out of it.

Picking up the light comforter you eased back onto the bed, your place still warm and inviting even after you’d left it.

You weren’t planning on staying much longer, but if it would help him sleep better right now then you didn’t mind being that comfort for him in this moment.

Jake’s POV

When the alarm on your phone went off after just a few hours of sleep you groaned into your pillow. Flapping your arm around on the bed next to you to silence the damn thing you realized your phone wasn’t where you thought you’d left it.

Instead it was sitting on the bedside table next to the clock that read 6:00AM in blazing harsh light. It was plugged in, face down with the colors illuminating from the screen barely visible against the veneer.

You reached over to turn the alarm off, hesitating as you laid back against the headboard. First you rubbed your eyes and stretched out your legs, your thighs and calves sore from the multitude of activities that required their use yesterday. Then you braved looking over to the empty place next to you.

She had pulled the cover back up against the end of the pillow like she’d never been there at all, but you clearly remembered begging her to stay in your state of sleepy and slightly buzzed delirium. As far as you could recall she’d gotten back into the bed, but when did she leave?

Dragging your tired body out of the bed you went all around the room, picking up all your belongings and packing them back into your worn in suitcase. Ideally you would have done this last night, but you had enjoyed yourself instead.

Little conversations from in the middle of the night replayed in your head causing a slight smile to play on your lips as you completed the mundane task of folding clothes.

She’s a college student, she likes making homemade pizza, she’s got a dog back at home that she misses, she wants to be a writer. You ran through every bit of detailed information she’d given you, trying to piece together the image of her you had created a year ago with all this new information. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to hold onto.

Josh, Sam, and Danny came sluggishly out the elevator, slightly surprised to see you waiting for them in the lobby with your bags already loaded into the compartment on the bus and a fresh hot coffee in hand.

Despite a shaky start, the four hours of sleep you had gotten were actually rather fulfilling, the caffeine in your cup aiding in your little stint of energy.

“Morning boys! Ready for another long ride?” You clapped your hand onto the oldest shoulder, since he had been the one to doubt your capability to be up and at it after your company.

“You're rather cheerful this morning. Have a good night?” Josh replied as you followed him out the door, taking his heavy duffle bag full of his specific products and necessities from him and helping carry it along the way.

You didn’t have to answer, it was rhetorical for him to ask you that after seeing how rested you were. A crash was sure to come soon, and hard, but in the meantime you were going to relish in it.

“Sam met some girls here for a conference and started ordering shots. After the fourth or fifth things start to get a little blurry but I think one of them made out with Danny and Sam filmed it” he started to recall what he could of their night at the bar.

“She said she would show me how to tie a cherry stem in a knot, I didn’t know she was going to put her tongue in my mouth”. Danny stepped into the conversation with Sam right behind him. “Sam please delete that video”.

Sam was the last to load his things inside, but the first to get onto the bus. His entire lean body collapsed onto the sofa with his feet hanging off the edge. “Phones dead” Sam groaned.

Danny rolled his eyes and moved to set his backpack down onto the table so he could pull out his own charger, then retrieved Sam’s cell from his pocket and plugged it in for him. In that amount of time Sam had already fallen back asleep.

The three of you exchanged looks judging which one was brave enough to wake the youngest and have him move into his bunk. You all knew better and decided to just leave him be.

“So, I didn’t know you were still talking to Lila” Josh managed to corner you next to him at the table after he had brewed himself a cup of tea, bouncing the teabag around in the hot water until it had darkened to his liking.

You sat next to him with your chin in your palm and your elbow propped up on the table, shifting your position to stare out the window as the bus rolled out of the hotel's parking lot. “Occasionally” you still answered him.

“Why do you do that to yourself brother? I thought you were done trying to get her back?” There was his sigh that you were dreading. A headache was slowly starting to present itself as this unasked for conversion progressed. “And now you’re what? Sleeping with her friend to get back at her?”

“She has nothing to do with Lila. They hardly know each other” you quipped back, not liking the insinuation coming from your brother right now.

He opened his mouth, probably ready to question it further since he’d heard her say otherwise last night, but he closed it and took a sip of his cup instead. His jaw flexed as he held the rest of the conversation in his mouth, sighing one last time before getting up and leaving you alone.

You knew he was only trying to look out for you, but it was unnecessary. Last night didn’t mean anything, you had no way of contacting her, no idea of if and when you would ever see her again.

The anger you had tried so hard to tuck away into the confines of the back of your mind was fighting to pull forward causing your headache to swell.

You had to keep those feelings at bay because you knew the longer you let yourself feel the anger it would eventually turn into hurt. The anger wasn’t what you were afraid of, it was the hurt.

That’s why you had so easily agreed when she had proposed no feelings be brought between you two. Josh had been watching you from his spot as you stood up and went to your bunk. He’d expected you to be heading back to sleep because he was surprised when you returned with your old acoustic.

An assuring smile spread across his face as he nodded slightly and kicked his ankle up over his knee, sitting back to get ready to listen to whatever was about to spill from your fingers knowing that was the purest way you expressed yourself.

The instrument fit intimately into your lap as you leaned over its body and pressed it against your chest. The feeling of a guitar was the most familiar form in your hands, easily taking their place and forming a chord. You strummed down once before beginning a gentle plucking pattern letting your eyes close and the music write itself.

Everything you kept locked inside was released into your guitar as it always was, leaving you empty to focus only on your art and performing.

No feelings was easier, less messy, and right now the only strings that mattered to you were the strings on your guitar.

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