#she plays bass 🎸༄!
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SHE PLAYS BASS!
synopsis : prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.
featuring : le sserafim, hyung line of enhypen and a mention of jungwon
warnings : swearing, angst, parents w broken relationships, crying, kissing, reader wears makeup for performance, sunghoon is REALLY bad at conversations, will update as writing!
wc : 8.4k (woww!)
pairing : prince!sunghoon x afab!reader
a/n : it’s out!! sorry for the wait everyone and its a little weird but i hope you enjoy! thank u sm to @redm4ri for reading over it and making sure everything is good 🫶 also if you find anything we both missed… suck it up and ignore it
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01 NO CELESTIAL WAS ALWAYS YOUR FAVORITE SONG TO PERFORM.
you enjoyed playing the guitar riffs and singing until your lungs went out. you enjoyed the small portion of choreography you had and the energy it brought to the crowd. but as much as you enjoyed the melody itself, you enjoyed the lyrics even more.
to you, no celestial was about breaking the standards and just being yourself (ex. lyrics “angel-like perfection, bye” in first verse). but the song also meant that you can’t be perfect, and to not be afraid when someone realizes that. no celestial gave you a sense of freedom, like nothing else mattered but the sounds of your voices. and you would do anything to have that freedom.
well, it was the kind of freedom you already had until the attention’s eye was on you. now, you couldn’t even meet up with an old friend before someone turned it into a dating rumor. it was hard to ignore those rumors and continue on, but that was what you had to do to make it far.
and, you weren’t sure if it was worth it until now. staring in shock as you open the intricate blue envelope decorated with gold lining. on the back, is text stating “The Royal Palace”. Yunjin squeals in excitement as you carefully pull out the paper, reading the contents hidden inside.
Dear, Source Music
It has come to our attention that your band, Le Sserafim has been spiking in popularity in our kingdom. As the Prince’s birthday is coming soon, we would like to formally invite Le Sserafim to perform at the Royal Palace on December 8th to entertain our guests. Please arrive at 3:30 pm or before as you’ll be performing at 4:15. All food and drinks will be provided for you, outfits will also be provided and we’ll have to schedule an appointment to get some measurements. Please tell us what kind of concept to go for, and we’ll do our best to achieve that. We trust that the band will perform well as always. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Yang Jungwon
you look at your members in disbelief as they do the same before kazuha breaks the silence.
“we’re going to perform at the royal palace!” she excitedly squeals, as the room explodes into excited laughter, deciding what songs will be performed.
“well we have to perform fearless! it’s our hit song,” yunjin begs, trying to get nods of approval from the group's leader.
chaewon sighs, looking back at yunjin, “we’ll have to see how many songs we can perform and if they want us to perform any particular ones. we can ask our boss at our next meeting. he’ll probably have all the details we need,” she smiles warmly at her members, stretching out her arms and engulfing them in a warm hug.
“wait- when’s our next meeting?”
🎸
no celestial was not on the setlist. nor did your boss even think about performing it.
as the stubborn girl you are, you immediately asked why no celestial wasn’t on the list, and your boss laughs at you. stating that the palace didn’t choose the song and it wasn’t the right place for it. you thought that the song would be able to be performed anywhere (except, maybe a funeral but that’s not the point) but it apparently went against palace rules. it was stupid to you, isn’t that what the song’s telling you not to do? follow the rules?
you were surprised the great mermaid was picked, considering the amount of ‘foul language’ in the song. but since the prince was turning 21 (or 20 you couldn’t remember) you were sure a swear word wouldn’t hurt him.
it wasn’t until late at night when it hit you, you were performing for the prince in a month.
02 SUNGHOON WAS NOT EXCITED ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY
all the decorations, outfits, and people were too much for him.
yes, he loved having the party, but having every single person he’s had any interaction with invited? just seemed over the top. he wished only his closest friends to come, but every year his parents would try so hard to marry him off to some random girl his age, which always ruined his mood (and his plan to have a small birthday party). sunghoon knew this year wouldn’t be different, so he didn’t look forward to it, simple as that.
when his parents revealed they were inviting a band to perform on his birthday. his lips had slightly upturned. would it be tomorrow by together? or seventeen? maybe even red velvet? his face immediately dropped when he heard the name. who the hell was le sserafim?
after he was dismissed sunghoon immediately looked up the band that was recently introduced to him, playing the first few songs that popped up.
out of the seven songs he listened to, he liked the song “sour grapes” the most. sunghoon didn’t look much into the lyrics of songs, as a song was just a melody he sang along to. but the rare times sunghoon did (which was when he was listening to sour grapes), he didn’t understand most of the lines. what did they mean by love is sour grapes? because to him, he didn’t think love resembled any kind of fruit.
well, what did love resemble to him? sunghoon didn’t know. after seeing his parents grow apart over the years, sunghoon wasn’t one to ask about the subject. and nor did he ever want to be.
the small number of lyrics he understood, made it even more obvious why love wasn’t that appealing to him. it would always end in heartbreak, which is why he vowed to himself to never fall in love. but deep down, he knew it was something he could never admit.
he was scared.
03 BREAKS WERE YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT PRACTICE
after practicing for three hours straight, chaewon decided for an hour's break. of course, no one disagreed which left you immediately leaving the building and deciding to walk around the kingdom.
the town was always a safe place for you to walk around since the palace is near your building and heavily guarded. after getting drinks for yourself and your members, you decided to head back to the practice building.
as you walked around you always stopped to watch some young kids playing outside, enjoying the laughter and happiness they brought to voice. you smile at their enjoyment, amused at the stupid games they make up.
you try to push your body away, as your head wants to keep watching. until you bump into someone, making you drop the drinks you had previously bought for your members.
“oh my god i’m so sorry! did it spill on you?” you frantically ask, crouching on the floor to pick up the wet cups on the ground.
you stand up to see a man around your age, his fluffy brown hair slightly covering his eyes and clothes too formal for a walk around the town. his face seems too familiar, almost like you’ve seen him before.
“it’s fine, sorry about your drinks, can i get you new ones?” he offers, a slight rasp evident in his voice.
“oh no, it’s okay! but do i know you? you look really familiar,” you ask curiously.
his state quickly turns to panic, before answering “n-no i don’t think so.” he curses himself for being so nervous.
“oops! sorry then, well my name’s y/n nice to meet you!” you offer him a hand, which he shakes.
“my name’s sunghoon nice to meet you too.” shit did i just say sunghoon? he realizes, horrified at his clumsiness.
“oh like prince sunghoon?” you mention, flashing him a bright smile.
“yeah haha…” he awkwardly replies, helping you throw away the dripping drinks in your hand. “are you sure? i’m sorry i feel really bad,” he rambles, looking at you with concern.
you swiftly pull out your phone to check the time, realizing you wouldn’t make it back in time if you went back to get drinks. you smile at him, showing him the time on your phone, “i have to be back soon! but maybe if we ever meet again you can pay me back,” you smile, and he smiles back before you run off, waving to him.
fimmies chat
you
lawl i just met the cutest guy !!
sakura
are u forgetting ure semi famous…
eunchae
did u rizz him up
yunjin
do u think y/n rizzed him up
be honest
you
no i didnt forget!! and i did rizz him up so good
yunjin dye.
anyways i didn’t get his number </3
kazuha
did u get his number
oh
chaewon
youre so lucky he didnt recognize u
but come back soon breaks almost over
you
im omw
04 HIS BIRTHDAY CAME SOONER THAN YOU REALIZED
you were too nervous about playing for the palace, you played your bass thousands of times in front of a crowd, you think, doing whatever to calm yourself. you had known all the chords by heart (including no celestial which your band decided to sneak in), you had warmed up your voice, and you had memorized and practiced the dance for hours and hours. you were going to do fine.
when you guys stepped onto the stage all that was heard were claps and a couple of cheers, you quickly made eye contact with the queen giving her a small head nod. you step in a line to bow and introduce yourselves, before getting to your instrument.
the first song you were performing was “the great mermaid”, sakura tapped her drumsticks three times, signaling for you to start the song. your hands instinctively moved to the right chords, strumming accordingly. as each chord passed, more was to be played. your hands shakily played each one, trying to sing your parts as stable as you could.
you felt a sigh of relief when the song ended, you placed your guitar on your hips, resting your hands while listening to the audience's boring claps. no shouts or cheers, just repeating claps, prim and proper. as chaewon introduces your next song you scan the audience, locking eyes with the young man on the throne, wait-
was that sunghoon?
your eyes widen as you hurry to your position in the dance, waiting for the music to start.
was sunghoon the prince? why didn’t he have a disguise? or some kind of security? did i seriously meet the prince on accident and didn’t notice?
you quickly came back to life, focusing on the dance you were currently doing.
your hips had to be on point, your legs had to be fully extended and in place, your arms had to be in the exact place, and your facial expression had to be on point. you hoped your expression looked how you imagined it.
you glanced at your manager noticing his approving, almost proud smile. you almost smile in response, containing it in quickly moving into formation.
the next few songs were a blur until you got to no celestial.
you nervously spoke into your microphone, introducing the song.
“for our last song we are performing a song called “no celestial”! this song is similar to our first one “the great mermaid” so if you enjoyed that song, you might like this one.” you wink at the audience, as you notice the manager giving you a look of disbelief.
you ignore it. adjusting your bass, starting up the next song. once you got to the pre-chorus you could feel your manager's glare burning in your scalp, you glance at sakura, exchanging nervous glances as yunjin sings her heart out, without a care in the world. by the time the song ends, you’re exhausted, and your legs and arms feel overworked,
you say your goodbyes and bow to the crowd as you walk off into the dressing room, where your manager waits with a menacing stare.
“hi sir…” you hesitantly start, he raises his left eyebrow at you.
“who came up with the idea of playing no celestial? the queen was giving me dirty looks! you’re lucky i’m not getting thrown in jail tomorrow. did you come up with the idea of playing no celestial for the palace y/n?” he yells, fuming with anger.
you look down at your feet, as your members watch, unable to prevent anything.
“yes i did.” you quietly answer.
“what’d you say? god you need to speak louder y/n,” he bluntly scolds.
“i said, yes i did,” you speak menacingly, he looks taken aback, almost surprised.
“this is your last warning y/n, one more and you’re out of the band, okay? i’m sick and tired of you taking your position for granted.”
“yes sir.” you bitterly answer, your body twitching trying to hold in your tears.
“now go! i can’t look at you right now,” he sighs.
you take your chance to quickly walk out of the dressing room, avoiding any servants walking around (and your members if they followed you). you slowly push open a door and find yourself on a path, surrounded by flowers and bushes tailored by the most perfectionist workers. each step there seem to be more and more plants unknown to you. you stop to look at a certain flower, reading the name on the index.
“the alstroemeria caught your eye?”
you jump at the sound, turning around to see (prince) sunghoon, walking next to you with a grin. you quickly bow, wiping your tears “oh! i’m so sorry for being here, i don’t know if i’m allowed here, so i’ll go!” you ramble, his smirk growing at the sight of you.
“it’s okay, y/n right? you did really well today,” he looks you up and down, slightly biting his lip.
“thank you, sir! happy birthday to you too.”
“no need for formal names, sunghoon is fine.”
your eyebrows furrow at his words, tilting your head slightly, “are you sure? it’s really no bother.”
he smirks at your comment, “you seemed fine with it two weeks ago,”
your eyes widen as his grin switches to a sly smirk, “i just didn’t recognize you,” you argue. “you don’t recognize the prince?” he raises one eyebrow. you huff at his response, opting to change the subject instead.
“shall we walk?” you ask, referring to the path you were earlier following. he nods as he starts leading the way through the abnormally large garden, making sure you stay away from any ditches or rocks.
“so, how was our performance? what was your favorite song?” you ask. he doesn’t think for long before deciding.
“sour grapes.”
“no reason why?” you give him a grumpy look which he notices, so he continues. “i like the melody, and lyrics.” he bluntly states, looking back at you for approval. “did you like the last song? no celestial?” you ask, silently praying he did.
“it was good, but i prefer slower songs.”
you nod accordingly, noticing how the loud ballroom music fills your silence, quite different from the songs you had performed. you walk to an empty field, which sunghoon explains that it’s empty because his parents gave up on the garden, deciding to do something better with their time and money. you frown at his story, why give up halfway in?
your legs grow tired, so you ultimately declare a break, in the middle of the field. sunghoon agrees, teasing you for your tired state.
when you sit down comfortable silence overtakes you two. you both calmly listen to the classical music, still clearly heard from the castle. after a few minutes, sunghoon light’s up with an idea, quickly standing up and offering his hand to you.
you, confused, look up at him. “what? are you trying to shake my hand?”
he laughs, “no, but would you, lady y/n have a dance with me?”
you grow flustered by the idea. you’re about to take his hand, before realizing you aren’t sure how to ballroom dance. you shyly mutter, “i don’t know how to properly do it”. he chuckles softly, taking hold of your hand, and pulling you up.
“i’ll teach you.”
sunghoon wasn’t sure why he was feeling so tense when he’d started teaching you. he’d be crazy to think that he wasn’t flustered by the way your hand was on his shoulder and the other intertwined with his, or the fact that you broke out into a smile every time you’d accidentally step on his foot or miss the spin. you were just pretty, he told himself, praying his hands didn’t feel clammy.
his hands were soft, and smooth contrasting with your calloused, and rough hands. but he didn’t seem to mind by the way he was smiling.
soon, your bodies blend together, like the sun and moon, forming an eclipse. taking each step in sync with the other. you can’t find your eyes anywhere else but locked on his. he smiles at you, and you smile back. you two dance until your feet get sore again after several songs. too tired to sit, you lay back on the slightly wet grass, staining the back of your stage outfit. sunghoon grins, laying down next to you, admiring the stars with you.
“sunghoon, do you know any constellations?” you ask, trying to make a familiar shape out of any of them.
sunghoon extends his hand out, scooting closer so you can see. he points to a particularly bright star, then another, and another he repeats that until he puts his hand down.
“that’s the ursa major, you’ve heard of it correct?” he looks over to you.
you chuckle, “of course, i know what the ursa major is. it’s so pretty, isn’t it?”
sunghoon stares at you, your bright smile facing the sky, your happy eyes almost in disbelief you're seeing such a beautiful sight, your makeup for the performance now slightly smudged but still gorgeous on you.
sunghoon thinks you’re the most beautiful star.
his eyes don’t move away from you before responding “yeah it is.”
he diverts his eyes when he sees you looking back at him, “the ursa major is used for navigating, because it completes a full circle around the north star.”
you nod, taking in the bright stars, shining straight at you.
sunghoon notices your silence, deciding to start a new conversation.
“what’s your perspective on love?”
sunghoon quickly realizes his mistake when you choke on your saliva, clearly not expecting him to ask you that question as you sit up. his face turns pale, hurriedly patting your back. “sorry, was that too far?” he asks.
you chuckle at his reaction, your laugh filling up his silence. “no,i just wasn’t expecting it. but i’ll give you an answer.” sunghoon gives you a nod, silently telling you to keep going.
“i think my opinion changes, like when i wrote sour grapes, obviously i didn’t like it. but now i think it’s quite the opposite,” you answer, sunghoon carefully thinks about your words, nodding approvingly.
“what about you sunghoon? what do you think about love?”
he stays silent for a while before answering, “i don’t believe in true love, i think it’s made up,” he states bluntly.
you slightly tilt your head, “and why do you think that?”
“well because my parents they’re-”
you’re caught off guard when the sounds of panicked yelling come to voice. “prince sunghoon? prince sunghoon!” people frantically call, you can see the silhouettes of people running around, trying to spot their beloved prince. you look over to see a just as panicked sunghoon. he quickly stands up, pulling you up too. his expression turns almost disappointed before saying,
“i have to go. it was nice talking to you y/n, i hope we meet again.” he gives you a small smile. taking your hand, and placing a soft kiss on it. he looks into your eyes after, then runs to the voices. leaving you a flustered mess.
walking back to the dressing room happily excited to tell your members about the interaction you just had, you realize why you had even been out in the garden. because you were upset, but sunghoon distracted you from that.
you smile to yourself, sunghoon was quite the distractor.
05 MEETINGS WITH SUNGHOON BECAME ORDINARY
you often found him around the place you first met, waiting in the only pink chair at the cafe. every time the bell above the door rang, his head shot up looking for your familiar face. every time it was you, his eyes crinkled, which you guessed was a smile considering his face was hidden behind a mask. you would always wave to him, setting down your stuff before ordering a drink. this became a routine for you two, you would arrive at two ten and leave at two fifty, to get back to practice on time.
after practice you (and sometimes with eunchae) would always walk to a specific bench near the river, admiring the dark city with the quiet noises of running water. arriving at eight twenty-ish every time, you would place your purse down right in the middle of the bench, so no one would sit next to you.
that may seem selfish, but it was for your safety as an idol. the park was almost always empty, with the exception of people there for the same reason as you, to admire the scenery.
you were almost dumbfounded when you noticed someone sitting at your bench, the body covered by their hood twitching every so often.
your steps slowed down, unsure of what to do. until you heard small sniffles from the body, with broken cries and sounds of snot. you weren’t the most social person you’ve met, so you don’t know why your body led you down to sit next to them, asking them “are you okay?”
the person doesn’t spare a glance at you, staring directly at their shoes instead. you study their face, realizing the person was someone you knew.
“sunghoon? what’s wrong?” you blurt out, his head whips towards yours, his panicked expression clearly gone when he looks at you with soft eyes.
he quickly remembers his state, wiping his tears as quickly as he can. “nothing,” he mumbles, knowing you’ll recognize his blatant lie.
you hesitantly place your hand on his back, softly rubbing it. he lays into you, sobs coming out of his body like a river, coming downstream. your throat tightens hearing the cries that fill the park, disturbing the few that passed by every so often.
noticing his hiccups become less and less apparent. you hesitantly ask, “do you want to talk about it?”
he nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. he chokes out, “it’s just the pressure i have on my shoulders, being the next king and all. i have no one to rely on or even ask for help. my parents are too busy fucking arguing to even give me the time of day, and it’s just so stupid they put all the kingdom’s problems on me because it’s training. when in reality it’s just them being ignorant and immature.”
you nod slightly, pulling him in a soft hug as if he’ll break if you hold any tighter. you wince at the feeling of his damp tears on your sleeve, reminding yourself that there was a more important matter.
you two hold each other in comfortable silence until sunghoon sits up and wipes his tears away. you look at him with worry to which he says, “i don’t really want to talk about it anymore if that’s ok,” he looks at you with uneasy eyes.
you give him a warm smile, “that’s fine sunghoon, do you want to talk about anything?”
“no, i don’t really have anything in mind,” he answers.
you nod trying to fill the void of silence somehow. spotting a moving figure near the waterline, you point to it, “hey there are some ducks!”
sunghoon follows your finger to find the animal you were pointing at. eyes crinkling at the sight. you watch his amused face, not realizing the smile growing on your face.
“didn’t know you were such an animal person,” you chuckle, as sunghoon rolls his eyes.
“it’s not like i see them much, ya-know being trapped in the castle and all that,” he remarks. you throw your hands up in defense, “sorry, forgot about your prince duties for a second.”
“yeah whatever,” sunghoon jokes, turning to gaze at the stars, just like at the castle.
you take this time to look at his face, looking hopefully into the sky. like he was hoping a shooting star would come. you let out a breathy smile, to which he hears turning to look at you, making eye contact.
realizing he caught your stare, you look away, your cold cheeks now growing in temperature.
sunghoon chuckles at your reaction, not realizing his reddening cheeks either. he pulls up his sleeve, glancing at his watch. you lean over, looking for the time stating 9:02.
you gasp loudly, making sunghoon whip his head up, looking at you with confusion. “what happened?” he asks.
“i have to be back by 9:15, curfew and all. i’ll see you soon, okay?” he nods, a smile present as he’s waving goodbye, watching as you take off running to get back on time.
sunghoon can’t seem to get rid of his smile after you leave, touching his upturned lips softly. he isn’t sure why his smile’s still lingering even after you left. he doesn’t smile for a while after jay or jake leaves him.
despite the chilling weather that most definitely left him shivering, he can’t get rid of the warm, fuzzy feeling inside of him. maybe he was sick, or maybe he was just prepared for the cold weather. but he knew there was a different reason. one that he wasn’t ready to admit.
06 YOU HAPPILY JOGGED BACK TO THE BUILDING
imagining your member's reactions when you tell them you had met up with sunghoon once again. you push open your dorm room at 9:12, barely making it back without getting a scolding from chaewon.
entering your shared room with eunchae, you take off your jacket, zipping it up to place it on a hanger.
“y/n! you went to the park without me!” eunchae whines from her bed, stretching out to cover it.
you laugh at her position, mentioning nonchalantly, “sorry eunchae! i saw sunghoon there though.
she dramatically gasps causing all the other members to rush in with looks of worry. “what happened?” chaewon asks, standing in the doorway.
“y/n met up with sunghoon at the park!” she exclaims. yunjin reacts first, running up to you dramatically, shaking you by your shoulders. the members exaggeratedly gasp at you, kazuha even pretends to faint.
you roll your eyes, pretending to busy yourself on your phone.
“y/n you have to tell us what happened!” chaewon hurriedly sits down on the edge of the bed, to which everyone else follows.
“nothing really happened,” you giggle, unable to stop the redness from spreading from your cheeks.
sakura pushes you softly, “oh boo, i know something happened, just tell us what!”
deciding to not mention the crying part, you mention everything else.
watching the member's reactions could honestly entertain you for days. whether it was a simple touch or action you two did together, they always had an exaggerated reaction towards it. when you mentioned how he had caught you staring at him, yunjin had dramatically fallen off the bed. hitting the carpet floor with her hand clutched repeatedly.
after you finished the story, they left as giggly as you came in. you quickly get ready to go to sleep, not wanting the exhaustion to get to you before you brush your teeth.
laying on your bed, you weren’t sure why they were so dramatic over some interactions you had with sunghoon. i mean, you were just a boy and a girl hanging out.
nothing weird about that.
okay sure, he did have really nice hair, pretty eyes, and a really gorgeous smile. and he was so sweet and funny but also comforting, and you like being around him and always wanted to be around him. but what does that have to do with-
oh.
oh.
no, it couldn’t be it, you weren’t that far in deep right?
was love what you were feeling? love for the man you had randomly met in the kingdom? love for the man you had barely met but had spent hours talking to?
yeah, maybe you did love him.
and maybe, you wanted to plant his soft lips onto yours the next time you saw him.
but he was too good for you.
like the brightest, most beautiful star in the sky, loving the dimmest, and unpleasant.
it would never work.
you sigh, pulling over the blanket over your cold body. peacefully closing your eyes.
07 CONFIDING IN SAKURA WAS ONE OF THE WORST IDEAS YOU HAD
you would think the oldest person had the best advice, but truly she was set on you doing one thing.
“confess to him!” sakura exclaims as soon as she hears the news. rolling your eyes at her idea, she lightly frowns.
“what? can’t you just tell him? i don’t get it.” she huffs, slightly lifting the hair on her face. you furrow your brows, “and risk him not liking me back?”
“okay so what if he does like you back?”
that simple question leaves you speechless, it’s not a crazy question, but as stupid as you sound, you didn’t think that would happen. nor was that a chance you would want to take.
“i don’t think he does, i mean we just met recently! he barely even knows me.” you’re shortly given a questioning look, followed by “don’t you meet like, every day?”
you sigh in defeat, “okay yeah we do, but that’s not the point! the point is that he doesn’t like me back.”
“look, he might not like you back, so why don’t you get it over with? the worst he can say is no.” her shoulders lift for a second, continuing back to focus on her phone.
“okay, no is definitely not the worst thing he could say. he could say like, “ew no you peasant! get away from me you dirty scab.” sakura dramatically sighs.
“are we talking about the same guy? the same guy who spent hours talking to you outside his own party?” you huff.
“yeah, but it’s still a possibility! you never know how royals are,” you argue. she quickly bites back, saying.
“exactly!” her eyes widened, “you don’t know how royals are, so you never know if he likes you back! which i’m sure he does.”
“okay so i confess to him, and he says no. what if our relationship changes and we can’t fix it because i made things so awkward? what would i do then?” you cry, she furrows her brows.
“you never know until you try.” she finishes, finally laying back down to go to sleep.
“fine.” you grumble, tiredly walking back to your room.
maybe you could confess to him.
you quickly throw yourself onto the bed. landing with an ‘oof’ sound on your stomach. brainstorming ideas or even just imagining scenarios. you hadn’t realized until two minutes of thinking was that everything you thought of was probably a normal occurrence for him.
picnics? you were sure he had done it many times. a restaurant? his chefs probably cook better and you’re both famous. movie date? even you didn’t want to do that idea.
giving your mind a rest, you rolled around on your bed. kicking the blanket off your sweaty feet, you grabbed your phone. opening safari.
i mean, it can’t hurt to look right? you quickly typed up the words, embarrassed at the dilemma you were in right then.
you scrolled through the websites, opening “15 best date ideas for you and your boyfriend.”
sure you weren’t at that stage, but it had to have at least one good idea.
scrolling through the options you stopped on one, thinking of what could happen then. painting together, that seems like it could be fun?
you quickly prepare yourself for the text you're about to send, staring at it for a while before actually sending it.
you
sunghoon are you busy this weekend?
sunghoon
not on saturday, but on sunday yeah.
why?
you
do you want to go painting with me 😁😁
sunghoon
sure, where?
you
yk the bench we met at like two days ago
we can meet there at 2pm ??
sunghoon
sure, see you then.
you
see youu
you slam your phone into your mattress, silently screaming to yourself imagining how the date would be. you prayed that sunghoon wasn’t some kind of artist who would laugh at the market's paint you had bought because it was such poor quality to him. sunghoon wouldn’t do that, he’s really sweet. you remember you check your calendar in the living room, writing down the date for saturday.
you scan the calendar, in three days you’ll confess.
08 YOU WEREN’T SURE YOU COULD PAINT WITH SUCH JITTERY HANDS
you had managed to get there at 1:58 seeing sunghoon there already. scanning his outfit, you found the gold details on his navy blue suit to fit him well, it was similar to the letter the palace had sent you but you didn’t want to point that out.
realizing how professional he looked, you quickly feel embarrassed at your outfit. some simple jeans with a crop top and a sweater, and a mask covering your face.
“hello y/n,” he smiles at you, helping you place your stuff down.
“hello sunghoon! here-” you hand a canvas to him, “this is for you, and you know how to paint, right?” you mentally slap yourself, of course, he knew how to paint y/n!
his eyes slightly squint in confusion as he chuckles, “of course, i know how to paint y/n, what do you wanna paint?”
you lock eyes with him, trying your best not to get flustered saying, “i don’t know yet, probably like the river in front of us. what about you?”
he looks around, suddenly smirking at the idea he must’ve had. “i’ll surprise you,”
“whatever,” you playfully roll your eyes, handing him his canvas and palette. his hands brush yours, lingering longer than they should.
you ignore it, carefully dipping the paintbrush into the water, then into a light grayish blue. you gracefully spread the paint around, trying to replicate the water to the best of your abilities. the blue slowly runs out, your paintbrush becomes dryer than your liking. so you delicately press the paintbrush into the water, swirling it around before dipping it back into the same blue color you were using.
while you’re doing that, you glance at sunghoon to see him sketching a person with a pencil. “who’s that?” you ask, he looks at you seeing you stare at his sketch.
his eyebrows furrow, “you can’t tell?”
you scan the canvas again, noticing the outfit looking very similar to yours. you squint slightly, “are you drawing me?”
he grins, “no.”
“what? that literally looks exactly like me!” you argue.
“it’s your mom.”
you sigh, rolling your eyes and turning back to your canvas, he laughs at your reaction. “i hate you so much,” you lie.
“right. you know i can get you thrown into prison right?”
“yeah you could, but you like me too much to do that.” you boldly state.
he gives you a side eye, nodding sarcastically. “whatever you want,” he says, you triumphantly continue painting, finishing the sky before starting on the river and the scenery.
you add more paint to your original color, brightening it before starting your river. making sure you get each detail.
while you’re working on your river sunghoon starts painting the background, realizing he forgot to do that.
you two continue with small talk, conversing about favorite music, events that are coming up, and even events happening recently.
you’re reminded of his birthday party, how he never finished his answer before he got pulled away by the crowd (or whoever was calling for him).
the conversation slowly dies down, sunghoon decides to start a new one before you could.
“how’s it like being an idol? like getting to do whatever you want and still be liked.”
you give him a bittersweet smile, “i don’t really get to do whatever i want, but i probably have more freedom than you do.”
sunghoon sighs, “yeah, sometimes i really hate being a prince, i wish i had more freedom like you.”
“well, i don’t have that much freedom, but i don’t really care. i just do whatever i want and hope i don’t get caught,” you chuckle, sunghoon smiles at you,
“you don’t get scared of the consequences you could get?”
“not really. if anything, i can just debut again.”
sunghoon clearly taken aback by your confidence covers it with a smirk, “are you always this confident?”
“not with you,” you blurt out, not realizing your mistake until you see his face visibly turning red. he quickly turns away, pretending to add finishing touches to the painting with nothing but water on the brush.
now you realize, its time. you quickly build up your confidence, not wanting to stay in this awkward silence any longer.
“look- i don’t know how to say this. but i like you, so much.” you can see sunghoon’s mouth slightly open, eyes widening as well. you continue, “and i know your idea of love isn’t that fond. so i hope we can still be friends after this. but please take my feelings into consideration.” you slightly smile at him.
he’s still in shock when he answers. “y/n, i don’t like you back-”
you blank for the rest of his sentence. realizing now that you should have left those words unsaid. so, so many words that should’ve been left unsaid.
he stops talking, waiting for your reaction. you aren’t sure if you feel like crying or screaming, but one thing you were sure you felt was that you wanted to get out of there.
you nod in disappointment, taking your canvas and paint with an awkward goodbye. you walk away, trying your best to ignore the slight blur in your vision.
09 “SHE WHAT?”
was the first thing jay said when he told them about the date. jake gave sunghoon a look of disbelief, and heeseung laughed at him.
“dude, we know damn well she did not say that.” heeseung smirks, stifling a laugh.
sunghoon eyebrows furrow, “what? she did say that! and i don’t know how to feel! she also isn’t answering my calls so that’s why i invited you over, not to have tea and biscuits.”
jake quietly puts his tea cup down, missing when sunghoon rolls his eyes at him.
“okay so what’s your opinion on her?” jay leans slightly forward, looking at sunghoon with an eyebrow raised.
“well-” sunghoon abruptly stops. how could he put this into words?
for one he always has a smile on around you, whether it’s a smirk or a genuine smile. either work.
two, he thinks you’re pretty, like the moon in an empty sky, or a person seeing a sunset for the first time. but that would surely get him teased, so he keeps quiet on that one.
three, he thinks you’re kind, too kind for your own good. just yesterday when you had bought all the supplies for painting when you both knew he could’ve rented out the whole park for you two, or when he offered to pay for the drinks you got for your members after the time he bumped into you, to which you declined fully knowing his economic status.
yeah, you’re kind.
sunghoon barely manages to get out, “she’s… kind?”
jake scoffs, “just kind? after all the date’s you’ve had with her, you don’t think she's funny or pretty or anything?”
yeah i think a lot of things. he thinks. deciding to also keep that to himself.
“i mean she’s pretty and funny.” sunghoon blankly states, not wanting to overshare.
“c’mon dude! i know you’re thinking some poetic shit but are too scared to say it to us. we won’t judge!” heeseung argues.
jay laughs at heeseung’s last comment, knowing full well it was a lie.
sunghoon rolls his eyes for nth time, realizing he’d have to say something anyways.
“well i think she’s pretty, but like so pretty you can’t describe it.” he thinks for a moment, trying to put it simply, “also her smile,” sunghoon lets out a breathy smile. making his friends all seem disappointed.
“it literally just sounds like you’re in love with her. your girl problems are too easy,” heeseung sighs, taking a bite of the biscuit waiting to be eaten.
“well, i’m not in love with her! i just enjoy her company.”
“i enjoy jake’s company but i don't dreamily sigh about his smile,” jay adds, to which jake winks at him.
jay gives him a disgusted look, turning to focus on sunghoon and his problem.
“okay well i don’t want to be in love with her!” he says, throwing his hands in defeat.
“why? what’s so wrong with liking a girl?” heeseung asks, his voice slightly muffled by the food he was eating.
sunghoon furrows his brows in disgust. “okay, first of all, don’t talk with food in your mouth, and second of all…” he pauses, does he really want to get that personal right now?
the answer is no.
“second of all, i don’t want to fall in love just to be disappointed in the end.”
jake sighs, “man, if you don’t want to fall in love that’s fine, but just think about the good things that could come out of it.”
sunghoon nods, taking in his words. what good things would come out of it? unrequited love? heartbreaks? being married to someone else because you’re a prince?
he didn’t think anything good would come out of it.
so sunghoon decided he didn’t love you romantically. and he never would.
010 YOU WERE STILL IGNORING HIS CALLS
every text left on delivered, every call left unanswered and sunghoon didn’t know what was wrong.
well, yes he did know what was wrong but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. his friends certainly hadn’t helped and he had no one else to ask.
so maybe he had to take matters into his own hands.
his plan was to host a ball then formally invite you to it. you couldn’t decline an invitation personally from the prince could you?
then he would just go with the flow, talk to you and apologize and become friends again. easy, right?
convincing his parents to invite you to the ball was simple. even if his mom was a little uneasy, she was delighted he wanted to personally invite someone to the ball they were hosting.
for once sunghoon left them with a smile on his face.
now all he had to do was wait. he knew it would never happen but everytime he got a notification, his face lit up. frantically checking the message for any sign of the word “y/n”. but he never found one.
all sunghoon did that week was wait for a text back. it hurted his brain honestly, all his worries were constantly flooding it. everytime he tried to focus on whatever his teacher was saying he couldn’t. not when his friendship was at stake.
he wasn’t sure why he was so worried about you, considering you were just friends. but the more he thought about it, the more confused he got.
but when the day finally came, he wasn’t as ready for it as he should’ve been.
yes he mentally prepared himself, and he made sure everything at the ball was perfect. but he forgot the most important part.
planning the apology.
sunghoon wouldn’t say he was the best at apologies. when people say that the words should come from the heart he laughs. it’s not like the heart has a mouth to speak with, he always thinks. but this time, he’s really relying on those words said by others.
but stupid phrases couldn’t help now.
so, sunghoon took a deep breath. and foot by foot, he entered the ballroom.
011 HIS FACE TURNS A WARM PINK WHEN HE SAW YOU
wearing a grayish-blue gown with sparkle lined layers towards the bottom. you had a huge smile on your face, talking to another woman.
he was so busy scanning your features he hadn’t noticed all his friends crowding around him. they all continuously teased him for the love struck look in his eyes. one that i don’t have. he thinks, ignoring the comments they had made.
he notices the look in your eyes, slowly growing less happy as you scan the beautiful lady in front of you. your smile slightly falls, but still evident in your face when she leaves. you look around, locking eyes with him. your smile falls this time, not hiding the slightly dreading facial expressions you had.
sunghoon calls you over, seeing the bright smile on your face return to meet his friends.
you happily greet each of them, each sharing a small fact about themself. you try to listen to each one, even though you’ll most likely forget it in an hour.
finally, you shake sunghoons hand. ignoring the awkward tension between you two.
jake quickly starts a conversation, saying, “y/n! you were the band that played at hoon’s birthday right? what instrument did you play?”
you nod, “yeah i play the bass! i also do some singing but i’m not the lead singer,” you chuckle. jake nods, taking a sip of whatever drink he had.
you look at sunghoon finding his eyes already latched onto yours. you look away quickly ignoring the interaction.
jay senses the tension, finding an excuse to lead his friends away from you two.
sunghoon mentally lets out a sigh of relief, realizing he had to start his apology soon.
“y/n look- can we talk about last week?”
you sigh, nodding.
“i was just thinking about it and i realized how rude i was that day, and that i’m sorry for that,” he braces himself for your reaction, a wash of relief goes over him when he sees your soft smile.
honestly, you don’t even remember what he said, but he must’ve been pretty mean.
“you don’t have to be sorry for rejecting me sunghoon, i get it. let’s just move on. okay hoon?” you tease, to which sunghoon rolls his eyes, barely keeping his smile in.
he doesn’t think anyone else can call him that anymore.
sunghoon makes eye contact with his mother, urging him to join the dance floor ever so near him.
you give a knowing look to him, dragging him to the ballroom floor.
the floor is filled with people, sunghoon leads you through the people, all moving in a unison formation. you finally find an empty spot, stopping there.
he laughs, “you remember how to dance right?”
“of course i do,” you answer, placing your right hand on his shoulder, softly holding his other hand.
he starts moving you two around, twirling you and lifting you up. you two laugh every time a small stunt comes up. but for a majority of the time, you’re just waltzing around, engaging in some small talk.
“you know i’ve always wanted to play an instrument?” sunghoon asks.
you shake your head, slightly frowning, “if you told me i could’ve started teaching you how to play bass guitar!”
he laughs at your response, taking in the atmosphere around him.
sunghoon can’t ignore the fact that your hands have gotten softer than before, or that you had some makeup on that enhanced your features, or that everytime you would mess up you would laugh it off.
sunghoon can’t help but have a smile on his face around you.
he can’t help but enjoy being with you. he can’t help but look forward to spending time together. he can’t help but find you infinitely gorgeous and perfect.
he can’t help but fall in love with you.
and this time, he accepts it.
soon the music comes to an end, but you're too busy enjoying eachothers company to acknowledge it.
he randomly says, “i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.”
sunghoon knows he’ll regret this, but he does it anyway.
he plants his lips onto yours, softly kissing you. you’re shocked at first. before you return the kiss, wrapping you arms around his neck. you pull out to take a breath, looking deeply into his dark brown eyes.
he smiles at you, and you smile back.
maybe this time sunghoon will give love a try. and maybe it’ll work out for him.
012 EXTRA
this was the fourth time sunghoon had tried to sneak you out of your schedule, everytime he tried something new but it never worked.
but this time he had a new plan.
you had just finished your stage at music bank, and still had hours to go until awards were announced.
sunghoon’s job was to distract the staff, and let you sneak out unnoticed.
he arrived at the back door, starting small talk with the staff in front of the doors.
“hey have you seen my new selfie?”
“do you like this theme for the next ball?”
“which suit should i wear?” he repeatedly asks, nudging his head as a symbol for you to go.
you, watching throw a small crack in the door, open it and take off running out from the side which was slightly out of their view. you run as fast as possible. foot after foot, step after step. ignoring the weird looks sent your way, you finally stop at a familiar tree.
a few minutes later he comes running to you, waving at you.
before you say anything he tackles you into a hug, almost knocking you over.
“someone missed me huh?” you tease, softly caressing his shoulder.
“yeah i really did,” he smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.
“how’d you even distract them for that long? they always keep their eyes on the door.” you furrow your brows, worried they were chasing after you.
he smirks, keeping eye contact while putting your hair behind your ear. you quickly get flustered, dropping the subject.
sunghoon truly was quite the distractor.
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I've had a headache today so I've very much been Girl Who Lays Down but I'm still thinking about Wamen 🥺💖💖💖
#jane journals#self insert talk#🎸 hard rock hearts 🎸#thinking abt how my s/i plays the bass guitar and theyre kind of an underrated instrument#if youre a bass enjoyer ily and ur a good one 💖💖#but waaah barb being lead guitarist and saying that every band needs their bassist with a little wink yanno >//< 💖💖💖#not saying my s/i would be like a shy softgirl but she is easily flustered by barb and VERY gay#she admires barb ofc and thinks shes a great queen idk maybe theres a hint of toxic yuri in there#i imagine barb trying to show off to her too with her fancy guitar tricks cause shes ALSO gay#wants to impress her yanno even tho she doesnt rly need to try#its about the principle#also my s/i would be friends with riff!! love him#bassists support their drummers 💖💖
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was playing idsb today in the car
me: ratatatatatatata
Boy: ratattatatata see I can do that too
#i then proceeded to tell him how she came up with the ratatata and how it was her voice but pitched etc#and he goes so Taylor swift is an instrument? and i said yes#this was after he played one of his songs and he said his mom is always like turn it off it's scaring me#so when the bass hit in idsb hes like stoppp its scaring meeeee#and I'm like taylor swift is scaring you? 😂#🎸
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The retro shark gang!✨
Finished artwork of this adorable trio who appeared to me at a time when I needed peace! In the future I will make more of their world.
I was exploring ideas of shark characters for my secret stories. This time I had the inspiration to make an teen indie band from to enrich a retro worldbuilding of sharks that I created!🦈🎶
🎤- Aria Marinsoul is a Zebra Shark, she would be the lead singer.
🎹- Tyson Stripes is a Tiger Shark, he plays a synthesizer.
🎸- Rocky Malletfin is a Great Hammerhead Shark, he plays a bass guitar.
I feel that sometimes these characters “manifest” to cherish me in times of turbulence. I like it a lot, it brings me a lot of peace. And their characteristics are a very deep reflection of my subconscious, such as:
🌙 - Rocky is mysterious, he likes esoteric things and attracted to the occult, he seems like a bad guy but he has a good heart because despite his big body he has a soft and melodic voice. He has several lunar symbols on him like a moon phases symbol on his shirt, tattoo of crashing waves, stars and a misty moon. If I were to give him a sign, it would be a mix of Scorpio and Pisces. The name 'Rocky' is a nickname given by Tyson, he is actually called Robert!
☀️ - Tyson is quite fearless and courageous but under an aura of sensitivity and calm, attracted by geek things and video games. Sometimes he is very distracted and intense. The symbol on his blouse is a mixture of the zoadical signs of Aquarius and Cancer, which would be the sign mixture that would give him. Rocky sometimes nicknames him Tiger!
⭐- Aria is introverted and quiet, but she is optimistic, inspiring and full of passions, sometimes she creates a lot of expectations and is very frustrated when not achieved. She is a guiding star symbol who inspires her two colleagues to persevere in their dreams. I imagine her being a cross between a lion and cancer signs.
There are more secrets I thought about them, but I will share at another time.
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🇧🇷Para nós brasileiros, eles tem nomes diferentes!
⭐O Grande tubarão martelo se chama Roberto Marreto!
⭐O Tubarão Tigre se chama Tiago Tigrado!
⭐Enquanto a pequena tubarão zebra, chama-se Arielle Almarina!
A cidade em que vivem fica em algum lugar onde milhões de anos atrás existia o litoral brasileiro, provavelmente a Bahia.
Ainda não pensei em um nome nem em inglês e nem brasileirado para a banda deles. Apenas cheguei a pensar que o primeiro álbum musical deles chamaria-se "Verão em Tons Pásteis"🏝️🎶
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mx ☆ p.wb - 01
park wonbin x fem reader
you bump into a hot guy at a band concert, but what happens when you realize the hot guy is a member of the band?
🎸 cw. foul language
despite it being a small venue, it was packed. you were shoulder to shoulder with people as you made your way through the crowd, holding your breath as you tried not to inhale the must of peoples sweaty bodies. you see the bar, looking up and squinting slightly at the very limited drink menu. you settle on a white claw, you don't want to be too intoxicated, places like these have all your senses heightened and you just want to relax a bit.
you’re not a big fan of general admission concerts, they’re too pushy and you hate having to stand outside for hours to get remotely close to the stage. not that you care too much about the view for this concert, you’re not too familiar with the band playing but your friend had convinced you to come since its a band she’s recently got into, and they’re still considered “underground”. she played you a few songs before and they were good,
as you turn back around to go back to where your friend is, you underestimate the amount of space you really have and bump into someone, the liquid in your can threatening to spill as you try to balance yourself
“easy there, princess” you almost didn’t hear the voice of the person you bumped into, his voice mixed in with everyone around you along with whatever song the speakers were blasting. you look up to see the face that voice belongs to, and you have to stop yourself from dropping your jaw. damn, he was handsome. tall, blond curly hair, abs peeking out from his cropped t shirt, that face, what a gorgeous face.
“princess…?” your voice lingers in confusion, processing the pet name this complete stranger just called you.
he laughs, his eyes narrow as he eyes you. they go from your face to your shirt quickly, not wanting to stare too long where he would look like a creep.
“your shirt, it says princess?” he says it like its a question but you finally remember that you had worn a cute tee with the word princess in big pink letters.
“oh, i guess you’re right,”
“i guess so,” his voice lingers, he eyes you again and he feels drawn to you, like he doesn’t want the conversation to end. “you a fan of the band?”
“i like a few songs, my friend is a big fan though. she told me to come tonight.” he nods, understanding that you weren’t a fan. for now, at least. “what about you?” you look up to him, taking a sip of your white claw while you wait for his response.
“i’d say i’m a pretty big fan, you’ll enjoy the show, trust me. especially the guy on bass, he’s really good”
“i’ll keep that in mind,” a grin falls on your lips, keeping the conversation light and flirty before realizing you might have been gone a bit too long.
“i should probably go back to my friend before she gets worried, we stood outside for 3 hours to get barricade” you shift your weight to one of your feet while you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time.
7:30. show starts at 8.
“no worries, princess. my name’s wonbin by the way. hopefully i see you around here again” and with that you were sucked into the crowd once more, wonbin nowhere to be seen as you push through people to get back to your friend.
“girl where the fuck have you been?” karina shouts once you’re close enough for her to see, it was even louder by the stage, you have to lean into her so you can talk directly into her ear.
“well i went to get a drink, and i bumped into a guy. a really fucking hot guy”
“did you get his number?”
“no, but he said he hopes he’ll see me around. said his name was wonbin”
she punches your shoulder. hard.
“wonbin? park wonbin?”
“i dont fucking know his last name! but yes wonbin, he was about this tall,” you gesture to a height you felt best represented the male you talked to minutes ago, wanting to give karina the best description you could. “and he was blond, long hair. really hot”
“you’re fucking lying,” she punches you again in the same spot, the already growing bruise makes it hurt even more.
“okay stop hitting me, and what are you talking about? do you know him?”
“girl, you talked to park wonbin… he’s literally part of the band.
your eyes went wide.
“no way, no fucking way. you’re full of shit” it’s your turn to punch her arm now, not believing her at all. there’s no way you just bumped into a flirted with a member of the band. why would he even be in the crowd if he had to get on stage soon?
“are you sure he said his name was wonbin?”
“yeah, but plenty of guys are named wonbin. i think you’re over exaggerating” she shrugs, believing that you had talked to one of the band members and had no idea.
it's just a coincidence that his name was wonbin and fit the description perfectly, right? its not a big deal anyway, it was just some harmless flirting. plus he’s in a band, and guys in bands flirt with everyone!
but none of that matters because the wonbin you spoke to was not the one in a yband.
you were wrong. you were so, so wrong.
it was him. the hot guy you spoke to at the bar was on stage right now, playing bass and singing to the crowd, grabbing the attention of hundreds of people.
you could barely focus on the music, you were so focused on wonbin. your eyes fleeted to the other members, you don’t know anyone else’s name but they were all breathtakingly beautiful. you’re not surprised though, if wonbin was that hot it would make sense the rest of the band would be.
you think back to what he said, when he subtly shouted himself out by hyping up the bass player. of course he wanted you to keep your eyes on him the whole concert.
and you did. you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he was so mesmerizing on stage, the way his hair shined with the stage light, the way you were conveniently on the side of the stage where he was, it was easy for you to keep your focus on him the entire time.
once the concert was over and the noise was dying down, you and karina were turning to join the line of people leaving the venue. you were in a trance, you can't get the image of wonbin out of your head. karina really was a big fan of the band, you somehow underestimated her interest until now, with the way she’s already talking your ear off about what happened moments ago before she asked you what you thought about the show.
“it was him, rina” you sigh, not sure if you should be excited or not.
“i knew it!”
“but now i don’t have a chance!!” you whine, the excitement of tonights events slipping through your fingers.
“if he flirted back with you, then you probably have a chance. just don’t become a groupie y/n,” she nudges your shoulder, and you know she’s serious but there’s still a tinge of humor in her tone.
“no promises, the rest of them were hot as fuck too so who knows” you wink, and you two giggle as you walk back to your car.
you don't know how, but you were going to get him to yourself. if you caught his attention tonight, how hard could it be to get it again?
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TTN oneshot request :): reader who's been invited to one of the parties after Hobie's band gigs. Hobie,being his usual teasing self,tries to make r dance with him to one of the songs that come from the speakers but he can't dance at all,so reader ends up teaching him.
-🎸 anon
Ahhh 🎸 anon!! I love this prompt thank you for sending it 🫶 I changed some things around hope u don't mind ❤️❤️❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 1.3k
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (r is mentioned to wear makeup though) cw drinking, poop jokes lol, TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader. FLUFF
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You lean against a railing overlooking the spacious backyard. Watching Yuri dismiss the third man who tried his luck tonight is better than any cable tv, she scoffs, waving the disappointed man away with her long nails. Yuri notices you giggling by yourself, she beckons you over to the dance floor with a smile. You shake your head with a laugh, gesturing to your half empty cup. She sighs dramatically, miming a crying face. You blame the booze in her system on why she's so lively. It's a nice change though, you love seeing her prance around the dance floor, looking for a more worthy partner.
The bass booms, playing all the classic punk music in the speakers. The sky is dotted with twinkling stars, cool air blowing past the grassy backyard. Roaming your eyes around the venue, you spot James chatting up a familiar figure, his arm slung comfortably around her shoulders. She laughs at something he said, her curls bouncing on her shoulders. You smile softly, happy for them both.
You turn around to face the inside of the ridiculously huge house. The home is packed with bodies bouncing around, the glass shakes from the loud music blaring inside. You see Ned becoming an unwilling bartender, mixing drinks for everyone after he got a particularly nasty bloody mary from someone who's so drunk they shouldn't even be near the kitchen.
With all the people watching you're doing, there's one person you haven't seen in a while. You wonder what he's up to, hopefully not to sneak behind you to carry and throw you into the icy pool—
“You're not very good at sneaking up on me anymore, Hobs”
Hobie groans right behind you, looking over your shoulder, you smirk at him. “How?” He effortlessly lifts himself up on the railing, arms envelope around you, his chin resting comfortably on your shoulder. You help secure him with your hands around his elbows.
“I can sense you a mile away.” You whisper the next part. “I think I got your spidey senses from hanging around you too much”
“You make it sound like a disease!” The alcohol makes him all gooey inside, just for you. “Y’know I have the cure right here”
You quirk an eyebrow. “Oh? What is it then?” Turning around, you face him fully, his arms never leaving your waist whilst your hands never leave his skin.
Hobie points at his lips quickly before he falls on the ground (like you would even let him fall with your hands holding him steady)
“Here”
“Ah! Is your cure tried and tested? Peer reviewed by scientists?”
“Only one way to find out”
You giggle, meeting him halfway to kiss his lips. He tastes of beer and licorice he's been chewing on since you've arrived at his friend's' house. Your hand blindly slides to the back of his neck, fingers scratching lightly. Hobie smiles into the kiss, his hands tucked into the back pocket of your jeans.
Unfortunately, you need air to survive so you reluctantly pull away. He chases your lips making you peck him thrice to ease his suffering from apparent lack of kisses.
“I think I just overdosed on your cure” you hold him close even with the wooden railing between you.
Hobie chuckles, “You'll be fine” he swipes away the sheen left on your lips.
“So considerate. Where have you been, huh?” You lean close to his ear. “Did you go out and fight crime? Are you okay?”
There's goosebumps on his arms, not from the cold. “Nah, I was in the bathroom, taking a huge dump–”
You clasp your hand over his mouth, Laughing through it. “I literally just ate, babe”
“Just answerin’ your question, Gromit. ‘m being honest it was big,” he measures using his hands, “this big. Record size” Hobie loses his grip on the railing, falling flat on his ass.
“Huh, I see a bigger one right here” you look down, seeing him feign offense with his hand clutching his imaginary pearls.
“I should've thrown you in the pool when I had the chance and then we’ll have a floater” he nonchalantly rests on the grass by his elbows. Looking up at you with a smug grin.
You roll your eyes, walking down the steps to help him up before he gets grass stains all over his leather jacket. Hobie clearly doesn't need your help getting up but he would take any opportunity to hold your hand. Your hands are still slightly cool from the drink, a stark contrast to his warm ones, a welcome difference to the both of you.
Heaving him up, Hobie meets you in a tight embrace, smothering you in his hold; you love it though. Slowly he sways you to the beat of a punk song you recognize from back when you and Hobie were in highschool together. A reminiscent of your younger days with only homework and school to worry about and the deep longing you have for your best friend now turned partner.
If only your younger self could see you now, she’d think you did well for yourself. She'd be proud of all the things you've accomplished with the love of your life with you.
“D’you remember this song?” Hobie whispers in your ear, his piercing kisses the shell of your ear.
“How could I not remember?” You lift your head from the comfort of his chest, eyes staring fondly at Him.
He chuckles, you feel the happiness vibrate from him. “Yeah, but d’you know the backstory?” you shake your head.
“I requested this song to the bloke who was holding us hostage with his shitty songs.” You chortle, Hobie continues his story. “I had to bribe the wanker,” he sighs. “So I could ask you to dance with me.”
Your eyes soften, heat behind your sockets, your hold on him tightens.
“Then I realized I can't fuckin’ dance and I'll make a bloody fool of myself in front of you. So I let the music play and continued to talk to you throughout the party because that was enough for me.” He pauses, your eyes are glossy, glimmering under the porch lights. “Being with you was enough.”
You feel the tears fall so you hide your face on his chest once again, feeling sorry for soaking his shirt, you let your hug tell your feelings.
“Don't hide from me right after I poured my heart out to you.” He laughs, his fingers spread across your nape, rubbing softly, finding you endearing. “C’mon, I need to see my Gromit”
You look up with red eyes, mascara and eyeliner smudged. “Fuck you” you say with tears on your cheeks, trying to sniff it away. But your wide smile and grip on his shirt tells your true feelings. “You're such a little shit”
Hobie laughs loudly, fingertips cleaning away smudged makeup. “Yeah, yeah, but you love this little shit”
You lean up to kiss him, as gentle as he holds you, as affectionate as he loves you.
Sighing, you cup his face. “I do, so much.”
He presses your foreheads together, enough to make tears escape your eyes once again. Hobie's fingers catch them, wiping it away from your skin.
“If you let me teach you will you ask me to dance with you?” Whispering, you loop your arms around his neck, swaying with the beat.
“I might be a lost cause, love.”
“I'm patient, don't worry” you can't seem to keep your lips away from him as you kiss the corner of his lips.
Hobie suddenly pulls away, leading you towards the makeshift dance floor. “Alright then, no time to lose!”
You let him guide you, laughing all the way. He shimmies on the dance floor, long limbs flailing about, eyes staying on you.
You've got your work cut out for you.
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A MULTI-INSTRUMENTALIST MUSICIAN 🎸🎹🎙️🎶
Voice is an instrument but it certainly was not the only talent Elvis Presley had in his life. He played guitar, piano and sometimes even bass for his recordings, being specially skilled on the piano, but often fooled around with other instruments like the drums, accordion, ukulele, flute and even violin. He couldn't read or write music and had no formal lessons but, as a natural musician, he played music by ear. He would simply hear a song, pick up an instrument, and play.
Let's see some pictures.
GUITAR: It was the first instrument Elvis had real experience with. By the age of 11 his mother gifted him with a guitar she purchased for his birthday (January 8, 1946) at Tupelo Hardware store for $7.75. He used that guitar all through high school, and even in his early career. He owned many more, and much nicer, guitars during his career, and used many prop guitars in his movies. One of the most famous ones is the 1955 Martin D-28, used by EP in his early career during the Sun Records era. It had a custom made tooled leather cover with his name "Elvis Presley" blazoned across the front. If you want to learn more about Elvis' guitars, I recommend you to visit scottymoore.net.
PIANO: About the pics of Elvis in 1956 playing the piano while Liberace plays his guitar, I find it very interesting considering what kind of musician Liberace was. He was a prodigious talent with the piano (began playing the piano at the age of 4). Elvis must have felt very confident to play the instrument around him. EP's friends spoke many times about how EP was great playing the piano. It was his instrument, despite being best remembered with his guitar in his hands. Over time he got better and better. Elvis played the piano for recording sessions and onstage throughout his career.
BASS: When The Beatles visited Elvis in California in 1965, they all jammed, with Elvis on bass.
DRUMS:
ACCORDION, VIOLIN AND CLARINET*:
Update: Apparently, the last instrument is a clarinet, not a flute, and EP is playing around with it other than seriously playing. It's typical of him. Some of them he really dedicated himself to learn, some others he played just to joke around with his friends. The intention with the post is actually just show how Elvis was curious about instruments and music and general.
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Bitches and Bros, Trans Thotties and None Binary Hoes! 🎸
Hobie shouted out loud, "Aye, Bitches and Bros, Trans Thotties and None Binary Hoes! We Spider-Slayers!" He did the horned sign with his hands before the crowd cheer for his band as the concert starts, every punker in London came to see him and his band. Pure Chaos, mash pits and loud screaming and shouting adoring him.
The loud burst of energy from the audience brought much pleasure, and aggressive joy. The crowd wanted more and more as the music roars into the city of London. Hobie sticks the middle finger at a photographer, then jumps into the crowd as they carried him around while he did his guitar solo.
After the concert, Hobie sat with a couple of women sitting against, their hands on his chest as they giggles at his jokes. He would flirt, putting his English charm making them blush, and flirtatious. Yes, this is the life of a famous punk band. "So I said no you dimwit, that's not a fucking spliff, that's Nettle tea leaves. Fucking wanker smoked tea." His low chuckle had this dark allure to it.
The two women giggles along the story. "Oh Hobie, you're such a funny bloke. Have you ever thought of being a comedian instead?" A female punker with pixie dye green tips hair, pierced nose ring and black lipstick asked.
"Me a comedian? Now, that's funny." Hobie chuckles, as the two laughs with amusement. They flirted, kissed with him, with each other. Hey, he ain't complaining, he's always willing to share and always willing to sleep with everyone and anyone. Sex is about the fun, the enjoyment. Pfft, who says it needs to be about love?
The twenty six year old pulled away from one of the girls, as his eyes open to find his drummer glaring at him. One hand on her hip, with an annoyed arched eyebrow. Hobie pulls away from one of the girl's lips just to say, "Gwendy! What's wrong, luv?"
"We need to talk about you sleeping with Pav! You know, he got a girlfriend!" She crosses her muscular fitted arms being upset, "He's our bass player! You know, Gayatri is our-" Hobie got up to calm her down, "Gwendy! Gwendy, darling! Relax, luv." He took her hand to pat, "Pav didn't tell you that I slept with him and his girlfriend!"
"You did not! Hobie that's fucking crazy." Gwen said with her blue eyes widen in shock, she pulled her hand away.
"Nothing wrong with consensual threesome, darling. Now, this anger I'm getting is uncalled for." He went back to sitting with his women.
"No, you know what you're doing is wrong. Pav is our friend! You had to play with his emotions like that- Why?" Gwen asked being extremely annoyed, this wasn't the first time he did this. "He's our bass player! It's bad enough our other guitarist left because you slept with his partner! We were lucky to get Margo!"
"Yeah. Yeah. Gwendy, luv. It's alright. Pav and Gayatri will get over it. I only helped Pav figure himself out." Hobie wave his hand away from Gwen, "Now, darling, would you be so kind and get daddy some beer?"
"Fuck you, Hobie. You're such a fucking ass sometimes! And no! I'm going to look for my friend, he finally got to see our band!" She shouted going into the crowd.
"Whatever." Hobie rolled his eyes as his drummer went into the crowd. The singer merely slept with the bass player and his girlfriend to ease their curiosity. Whatever, Pav had or thought should be forgotten, because this singer isn't about love. No love is foolish, filled with lies and rejection.
As the party went on, so did him enjoying his time with his ladies. Then at one glance his eyes caught someone wearing a bright yellow sweater with sunflowers designs, he did another take being surprised at someone's bold choice. After all this is the punk scene, everyone dressed in edgy dark clothing, yet this person wore something so bright. Granted there are certain people wearing bright clothing but this person just caught his eye.
Hobie leans forward spotting the young man; a black young man, with a densely coiled afro, he's tall, too. Not tall as him, but tall enough to be spotted in the crowd. The person wore his bright yellow sweater with some light blue washed ripped jeans, and Air Jordans 1 Retro High OG in red, black and white. The singer held his breath when the guy turns around revealing his face; a beautiful handsome face. It's like the sun kissed his cheeks causing them to glow, his eyes big a doe, and blushed plump lips look so kissable.
"Who is that?" He finally asked out loud being enchanted by this beauty, he reminds him of a Sunflower. When the young man frantically looks around, he went to his Smart phone trying to text someone. "What's this? Have he been stood up?" With a sly grin on his face, "Well, time to give the ole' Hobart Charm."
Without warning the singer got up leaving the two ladies behind him, "Hey! Where you going?" One of them asked being upset.
"Sorry, luvs. I have someone waiting for me. Maybe next time," He winks at them. He could hear them calling him an asshole for ditching them. It didn't bother him, they will come around.
The tall singer made his way through the crowd of people getting close to the mysterious Sunflower, he grabs two beers from the bar without considering who order them. Nah, Hobie takes and never pays like he needs to. As he got close to the young man, he could smell his soft cologne and mango shea butter, "Heh, cute." Hobie thought.
The young man stood, still looking head trying to spot his friend. Just then, his honey-brown eyes widen by a random beer appearing from his face, "Huh?" He glanced up following the mystery hand.
"Hello, luv. Care for a beer?" The singer from the band he saw is talking to him.
"I'm..." He awkwardly said, "Well-you see- um, Sure!" He gladly took the beer from the singer's hand, "Thanks. Your, Hobie, right?"
"Yes, it looks like my name precedes me." He grins widely showing off his charm.
The man with the doe eyes gleam by the singer's handsome small, in person he's a lot more cooler. He held the beer bottle in his hands, "You and your band were amazing!" His face turns brighter as he smiles wider.
Hobie stood looking at the fan's face, "Cute." He lick his top lip trying hard not to get flustered by this beautiful angel. "Thanks, darling." He leans over to closely use his charms on the stranger, the young male blushes so red that his cheeks turned warm, "Say what's your name?"
Good it's working. "My name is Miles! Miles Morales," Being extremely shy all of sudden, then awkwardly said, "You can just call me, Miles- I mean of course since that's my name, but- I don't really have any nicknames so yeah..."
"Sunflower."
"Huh?"
"If it's alright for me to call you, Sunflower?" Hobie calmly asked having to take a sip of his beer, "You remind me of a Sunflower, beautiful and bright." His eyes soften at Miles, with a sly grin.
Miles' could feel his face turning bright red like an anime character with small heated steam coming out his head. His eyes widen and quickly said, "Me beautiful? Nah, man. You're just saying that. Hahaha, but now that you mention it, sunflowers are my favorite flowers." He chuckles having this cute snort at the end.
If Hobie can turn pink, he would. He felt his face warm, surprising himself by these feelings. This was new to him, it's been a long time since he felt this way. The party around them were all avoided as they lock eyes being focus with each other.
"Oh yeah?" Hobie asked without thinking, it's like his body went on autopilot.
Miles nodded, "Yeah, I love them. They make me happy when I see them." He took a small sip of his beer, "I don't mind you calling me, Sunflower... but we just met?"
"No worries, Sunflower. I'm very friendly." He shrugs, "I'm sure we will get to know each other very well after this."
"Oh? Are you planning to make me one of your groupies?" Miles asked with his eyes fixed on Hobie's posture. "Because- mmm sorry, man. I'm more a romantic."
"Heh, wow you're a quick lad." Hobie let a small 'heh' before grinning wider, "I like that."
"Do you, Mr. Brown?" The young man rested his chin on his hand being amused. "I do like this. I think your an interesting guy."
"Really? I've been called many things but interesting."
"Oh please! You know you're cool and play sweet ass music. How they never told you, you're interesting?" Miles arched his eyebrow.
"Who's they?"
"They people, the paparazzis, anyone! Besides," The twenty five year old looks down at his beer with his honey-brown eyes, "I think your very inspirational, too."
"Now, that's a word they haven't used." Hobie said sounding a bit flabbergasted by the word choice. He's been called so many things because of his controversial beliefs and hectic performances. Hell, most of the time a riot will start, and to avoid fucking pigs he had his lawyers always ready with permits and waivers for their concerts. So that's a win. Yet the public eye view him to be some sort of terrorist or nuisance, it's all too funny really.
"Yeah, I think you're very inspirational. This world is full of bullshit, and you really given people to be more involved. I dunno how to explain it." Miles placed his index finger on his lush lips trying to find the right words, "For me, I like how you giving power to the people, a voice, their rights! We need that. I think you're a great role model for the younger generation." He smiles widely at him. "So yeah, you are inspirational!"
"Stop pulling my leg."
"No, I think you're amazing, man. I really do believe we need more people like you out here. You're making a different." Then Miles lift Hobie's face to meet his own, his honey-brown eyes serious and his voice stern, "Don't let anyone one say other wised! The media can suck ass, because they don't know what we go through. You get us, you're special! Don't ever forget that!"
Hobie could feel his body froze and turned pink, metaphorically speaking, his cheeks went into a darker shade, eyes widen as if he felt his a pang in his heart. His stomach fluttered with an uneasy swooshing feeling, he felt all words gone from his thoughts when he look at the shy man in front of him. "I love you." Were the words came right out of his mouth.
The two stood in shock hearing the party around them. Miles' blink a couple of times then shouted, "EHHHH?"
Hobie quickly cover his mouth, "What was that?" He mentally scream in his head. "Quickly. Say something else!" His mouth open trying to apologize instead his body had his own thoughts.
"I love you. I love you, Miles." His words kept coming out, "Be with me."
Miles rub his lips together never feeling so bashful before. When Hobie took his hand placing it on his chest, he could feel his heart pounding against his chest. "Sunflower..." His eyes soften with love.
"I-I..." The twenty five year old can't say anything else being wooed and flooded with panic. His emotions all over, how did this handsome singer loves him? He pulled his hand back to his chest feeling his own heart beating super fast.
Hobie was about to reach over to kiss him, until- "MILES! THERE YOU ARE!" They turned to hear a voice they know.
"Gwen!" Miles' face brightens to find his friend.
Gwen came from the crowd pulling Miles' into a hug, "Oh my gawd! It's so fucking good to see you!"
"How you been!" Miles hugs her back.
Hobie pouts seeing how he's being ignored. Not until, Gwen glanced over at him then scowls. "I see, you met Hobie. Word of advice Miles' stay away from him. He's not committed to honest relationships!" She closely wrapped her arms around her best friends shoulder around, the two being equally tall. The blond drummer scowls and pointed at Hobie with two fingers then back to her eyes a sign that means I'm-watching-you-buddy.
Miles could only giggle, "Huh? I kinda figure when I saw him making out with two girls... nothing wrong with that." He quickly added, "It's just... I'm a very basic person to date."
Hobie placed on hand in his leather pants' back pocket, "Heh, I'm open to all sorts of relationships, luv. Perhaps we can meet each other," He eyes at Gwen, "alone, for coffee."
Gwen puffs her cheeks getting mad that her friend is trying to get with her best friend. "No! Miles, you and I made plans!"
"Oh this cockblocker!" Hobie smile waved by his drummer attempts to have them separated.
"It's fine Gwen. You told me, I need to experience London... so maybe," Miles' eyes on Hobie's crotch to his face playing the shy act, "I like to try it all. How about tomorrow?"
"Perfect, darling. How about noon? I might have a terrible hang over." The singer jokes.
Gwen could only sigh, "Okay, Miles. But don't say I didn't warn you. I'm just protecting you for guys like him!" She's honest, and worrisome for her best friend, she knew Miles is too honest, and pure with relationships. Maybe that's why his last one didn't work out.
"I know, Gwen. I'll be fine." Miles cutely pouts. Then turns to Hobie, "By the way, that introduction speech was funny. Will that be made into a shirt?" He asked.
"Huh?" The singer looked confused.
Gwen crossed her arms, "He's talking about your Bitches and Bros!"
"Oh!" Hobie deep laughter got Miles' awning at his handsome face, "I was saying shit outta my ass, sunflower."
"No shit. Trans thotties?" Gwen snorted.
"Got a bit butt hurt, darling?" Hobie jokes with his drummer.
"No!"
"I thought you would be offended because you're not a thottie." Hobie shade her for her lack experiences.
"Ugh, you're such a dick, Hobie!" Gwen said out loud.
Miles laughs, "Awe, Gwen. I think your a Thottie."
"Thanks, Miles. See, a true friend. Fucking hurt him and I will fuck you up, Hobie!" Gwen puff her chest out having to threaten her singer.
"Gwen, be nice!" Miles whines.
Hobie could only laugh in amusement, "Darling, it's fine. I've dealt with her all the time."
"Hey!"
Miles could only laugh out loud while Hobie lovingly watches him.
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[ PROFILES.01 ] く secret kiss 🎸 ₊☆
SECRET KISS : a band at decelis high, formed by five (5) teenage girls. y/n plays the electric guitar and sings while yujin plays the drums. jiwoo is the main vocalist. chanelle plays the bass guitar and she’s the lead vocalist. hanni plays the keyboard and she sings backup, sometimes getting a solo.
LEE Y/N : as the younger sister of one of the most popular boys at school, y/n had always felt overlooked. it was hard for her to let people in because most of them just wanted to know heeseung through her. when she got the chance at popularity through a dare, she immediately took it. now, she’s the leader of her band.
AHN YUJIN : yujin is y/n’s lifelong best friend. they met in preschool after finding out that they had a crush on the same boy. y/n dumped her yogurt onto yujin’s head and they were forced to make up. now, they’re inseparable.
SON JIWOO : at the top of her class, jiwoo always told herself that she didn’t have time for friends. that was until she met y/n and her friends. although maintaining her grades, she allowed herself to let loose around the girls. it’s always been her dream to sing in a band and she finally got the chance to do so when y/n invited her.
HANNI PHAM : hanni is a transfer student from vietnam. she mainly plays the keyboard and sings but she dabbles in playing the violin and other string instruments. y/n saw her playing a really hard song on the keyboard one day and immediately wanted to be friends with her. obviously, she was invited to join the band.
CHANELLE THOMAS : when chanelle moved to south korea in 6th grade, she didn’t have any korean friends. the two were introduced for a biology project and became friends. y/n didn’t know chanelle could sing sing until two weeks before the band was formed so she was definitely included when the time came.
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[ description ] く at decelis academy of the arts, a band called enha has risen to stardom. everyone knows that it's impossible to get on their level of popularity, except for you. on a dare, you and your friends started a band called secret kiss. when enha finds out, they're pissed. they know that their spotlight will be stolen as soon as a new group comes around so they try their best to sabotage you, which elicits an extremely long prank war. ₊☆
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IF EOX HAD TUMBLR
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Playing with my touys
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Hi guys please remember that unfortunately while i would love to allow you guys to do whatever you want, please remember bass sometimes watches the cams!
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DAY 1031 OF WAITING FOR BASS TO KILL HIMSELF
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SHE PLAYS BASS! (teaser)
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synopsis : prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.
featuring : le sserafim, hyung line of enhypen
warnings : reader uses she/her, swearing, angst, parents w broken relationships, crying, kissing, reader wears makeup for performance, sunghoon is REALLY bad at conversations, bad parents, will update as writing!
wc : teaser is 0.97k but i expect like 5-7k words but idk bc this one seems longer LMFAO
pairing : prince!sunghoon x afab!reader
release date : idk actually… maybe mid/end march?
taglist : open! comment or send an ask !!
a/n : ok long fic num 2 🫶🫶 im not as nervous for this one but we’ll see!
cut glitch :)
NO CELESTIAL WAS ALWAYS YOUR FAVORITE SONG TO PERFORM.
you enjoyed playing the guitar riffs and singing until your lungs went out. you enjoyed the small portion of choreography you had and the energy it brought to the crowd. but as much as you enjoyed the melody itself, you enjoyed the lyrics even more.
to you, no celestial was about breaking the standards and just being yourself (ex. lyrics “angel-like perfection, bye” in first verse). but the song also meant that you can’t be perfect, and to not be afraid when someone realizes that. no celestial gave you a sense of freedom, like nothing else mattered but the sounds of your voices. and you would do anything to have that freedom.
well, it was the kind of freedom you already had until the attention’s eye was on you. now, you couldn’t even meet up with an old friend before someone turned it into a dating rumor. it was hard to ignore those rumors and continue on, but that was what you had to do to make it far.
and, you weren’t sure if it was worth it until now.. staring in shock as you open the intricate blue envelope decorated with gold lining. on the back, is text stating “The Royal Palace”. Yunjin squeals in excitement as you carefully pull out the paper, reading the contents hidden inside.
Dear, Source Music
It has come to our attention that your band, Le Sserafim has been spiking in popularity in our kingdom. As the Prince’s birthday is coming soon, we would like to formally invite Le Sserafim to perform at the Royal Palace on December 8th to entertain our guests. Please arrive at 3:30 pm or before as you’ll be performing at 4:15. All food and drinks will be provided for you, outfits will also be provided and we’ll have to schedule an appointment to get some measurements. Please tell us what kind of concept to go for, and we’ll do our best to achieve that. We trust that the band will perform well as always. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Sim Jaeyun
you look at your members in disbelief as they do the same before kazuha breaks the silence.
“we’re going to perform at the royal palace!” she excitedly squeals, as the room explodes into excited laughter, deciding what songs will be performed.
“well we have to perform fearless! it’s our hit song,” yunjin begs, trying to get nods of approval from the leader of the group.
chaewon sighs, looking back at yunjin, “we’ll have to see how many songs we can perform and if they want us to perform any particular ones. we can ask our boss at our next meeting. he’ll probably have all the details we need,” she smiles warmly at her members, stretching out her arms and engulfing them in a warm hug.
“wait- when’s our next meeting?”
🎸
no celestial was not on the setlist. nor did your boss even think about performing it.
as the stubborn girl you are, you immediately asked why no celestial wasn’t on the list, and your boss laughs at you. stating that the palace didn’t choose the song and it wasn’t the right place for it. you thought that the song would be able to be performed anywhere (except, maybe a funeral but that’s not the point) but it apparently went against palace rules. it was stupid to you, isn’t that what the song’s telling you not to do? follow the rules?
you were surprised the great mermaid was picked, considering the amount of ‘foul language’ in the song. but since the prince was turning 21 (or 20 you couldn’t remember) you were sure a swear word wouldn’t hurt him.
it wasn’t until late at night when it hit you, you were performing for the prince in a month.
SUNGHOON WAS NOT EXCITED ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY
all the decorations, outfits, and people were too much for him.
yes, he loved having the party, but having every single person he’s had any interaction with invited? just seemed over the top. he wished only his closest friends to come, but every year his parents would try so hard to marry him off to some random girl his age, which always ruined his mood (and his plan to have a small birthday party). sunghoon knew this year wouldn’t be different, so he didn’t look forward to it, simple as that.
when his parents revealed they were inviting a band to perform on his birthday. his lips had slightly upturned. would it be tomorrow by together? or seventeen? maybe even red velvet? his face immediately dropped when he heard the name. who the hell was le sserafim?
after he was dismissed sunghoon immediately looked up the band that was recently introduced to him, playing the first few songs that popped up.
out of the seven songs he listened to, he liked the song “sour grapes” the most. sunghoon didn’t look much into the lyrics of songs, as a song was just a melody he sang along to. but the rare times sunghoon did (which was when he was listening to sour grapes), he didn’t understand most of the lines. what did they mean by love is sour grapes? because to him, he didn’t think love resembled any kind of fruit.
well, what did love resemble to him? sunghoon didn’t know. after seeing his parents grow apart over the years, sunghoon wasn’t one to ask about the subject. and nor did he ever want to be.
the small number of lyrics he understood, made it even more obvious why love wasn’t that appealing to him. his reason was it would always end in heartbreak, which is why he vowed to himself to never fall in love. but deep down, he knew it was something he could never admit.
he was scared.
#she plays bass 🎸༄!#yen’s teasers •*#sunghoon scenarios#sunghoon x y/n#sunghoon x you#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon smau#sunghoon au#sunghoon fic#sunghoon fics#park sunghoon imagines#sunghoon drabbles#sunghoon fanfiction#enhypen x reader#enhypen au#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen fics#enhypen fic#enhypen fluff#enhypen angst#enhypen scenarios#enhypen smau#enhypen reactions#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#niki x reader
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just a random question i like to think about, which instruments do you think the rescue team would play?
Ooooh this is fun ok ok
Heatwave: listen this guy’s instrument of choice is either gonna be the softest calmst instrument like the Harp, or loud and hardcore like Drums, no in between for him zhhzhshsh (tho I like to believe he’d be more on the calm side <3)
Boulder: piano 🎹 , it’s a delicate instrument just like Boulder is <3333
Chase: Violin 🎻 , it’s a really hard instrument to learn but I feel like Chase would master it, Chase is a really hardworking bot
Blades: Trumpet 🎺 ,really energetic instrument so I feel it suits Blades, and y’know i gotta picture the hilarity of it cause he literally will be like
Honestly either that or the saxophone <3
Quickshadow: Double Bass! cause i mean.. come on
Blurr: Electric Guitar 🎸(he and Miko are electric guitarists buddies <33333)
Salvage: Harmonica! (Yes absolutely based on the show dhhdhd) but i do feel like it fits him a lot
Hightide: the flute 🪈 , nothing like an old instrument for an old grandpa
Charlie: classical guitar, and y’know he played it a lot for Ms.Burns before she disappeared for whatever reason
Kade: Accordion 🪗, Kade loves to have fun and accordion is a fun instrument :D
Dani: Trombone, she and Blades are jazz buds
Graham: Tambourine, I feel like it suits him a lot <3
Cody: honestly I feel like Cody’s the type of kid that learned a buncha different instruments for fun, but he mainly uses the Harmonica (he and Salvage are Harmonica buddies :D)
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She plays bass 🎸
#chainsaw man#chainsawman art#csm#csm art#kobeni chainsaw man#csm kobeni#kobeni#kobeni csm#csm manga#chainsawman manga
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Another random sketch of shark characters for my secret stories. This time I had the inspiration to make an indie band from to enrich a worldbuilding of sharks that I created! The name of the band for now I thought of: Friendzy (Friends + Frenzy)🦈🎶
🎤- Aria Marinsoul is a Zebra Shark, she would be the lead singer.
🎹- Tyson Stripes is a Tiger Shark, he plays a synthesizer.
🎸- Rocky Malletfin is a Great Hammerhead Shark, he plays a bass guitar.
I feel that sometimes these characters "manifest" to cherish me in times of turbulence. I like it a lot, it brings me a lot of peace. And their characteristics are a very deep reflection of my subconscious, such as:
🌙 - Rocky is mysterious, he likes esoteric things and attracted to the occult, he seems like a bad guy but he has a good heart because despite his big body he has a soft and melodic voice. He has several lunar symbols on him like the shirt says "Moontides" moon effect on tides, tattoo of crashing waves, stars and a misty moon. If I were to give him a sign, it would be a mix of Scorpio and Pisces.
☀️ - Tyson is quite fearless and courageous but under an aura of sensitivity and calm, attracted by geek things and video games. Sometimes he is very distracted and intense. The symbol on his blouse is a mixture of the zoadical signs of Aquarius and Cancer, which would be the sign mixture that would give him.
⭐- Aria is introverted and quiet, but she is optimistic, inspiring and full of passions, sometimes she creates a lot of expectations and is very frustrated when not achieved. She is a guiding star symbol who inspires her two colleagues to persevere in their dreams. I imagine her being a cross between a lion and cancer signs.
There are more secrets I thought about them, but maybe share in the finished version of these arts.
At some point when I'm more free I'll finish these arts and put colors! Hope you like it!✨
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i think i need to expand on my losergirl ayana agenda bc lord have i become hyperfixated (buckle up bc i have gone absolutely insane over this) (this might also end up becoming a hc dump uh oh) (also bear in mind thanks to all the recent art ive been seeing of her ive been on a real ayana kick when it comes to ships n shit so yeah some hcs with the other characters imma mention can be interpreted romantically too teehee) (and also!!! more general ayana hcs too :333 i have a cavity in mein cranium that can only be filled with soft ayana content)
also quick emoji keys for dialogue i may add for this ^_^
🎸 - aldryx
🩻 - tabi
🔻- ayana
🎧 - dalia
📼 - agoti
some of the many reasons i believe ayana is an absolute girlfailure is her complete and utter failure in her previous relationship/s (I SAY THIS BC SHE PROBABLY HAS BEEN IN A FEW THAT HAVENT WORKED OUT LONG BEFORE SHE MET BOYFRIEND,, also shes just awkward as hell but thats a story for anotha time)
NOT ONLY THAT BUT HELLO??? she appears so calm and collected whenever shes engaging in simple conversation but internally shes freaking out and she has no idea where anything is gonna end up going and often times she can and she WILL let stupid things slip out of her mouth and immediately she regrets it
and let me tell you this she gets more and more pathetic and losery around dalia,, this woman is in LOVE (hence that stupid doodle i made where aya's just freaking out over the slightest bit of affection given to her) (looks like she might have abandonment issues sorry what)
IN FACT. GIVING PHYSICAL AFFECTION TO EVERYONE. SHES ALL FOR THAT SHIT,, hugs, kisses, stroking hair, you name it, this girl is a massive cuddlebug you cant convince me otherwise
i mentioned my pastry chef ayana hc in passing but i'm gonna fully expand on that now: SO. also aya family hcs bc people should talk ab that but ayana's dad is a chef (no specific speciality, but he does make a lot of baked goods) and growing up she would often mirror what he does and that eventually led to her practicing and honing her skills! :D (she also studies culinary arts at college teehee) ALSO!!! she brings all sorts of baked goods she makes over for all her favourite people to enjoy constantly whether that be cookies, pastries, cakes, all of that yummy stuff
despite being an absolute loser girlfail idiot she can jam on the bass like its no tomorrow. IM TALKING ABOUT SLAP, FINGERPICKING, YOU NAME IT, SHE CAN DO IT ‼️‼️ here's an example of the bass playing style i had in mind for her, very energetic and fluid heuehehehehehe
SPEAKING OF (and this ties in a little with my band au) and whenever she drops an epic bassline everyone just stops and stares at her totally being in the zone
🔻: –casually having the time of her life playing a bassline like theres no tomorrow–
🎸: "yo holy crap aya where has this energy been this entire time"
🔻: "huh what do you mean"
HAIR EXTENSIONS!!! ive talked about this on discord before but ayana with naturally shorter hair so she wears hair extensions! (also bc gender euphoria but shhhh)
i also believe that aldryx and tabi had zero idea that she wore them and just believed her hair was naturally long. this is how their conversation went trust;
🔻: " hey guys ^_^"
🩻: ".....did you cut your hair?"
🔻: "no? my hair has always been short"
🎸: "IT HAS??!!??!!??! 😨 I THOUGHT YOUR HAIR WAS JUST REALLY LONG"
🩻: "ME TOO— jesus christ my life is a lie"
🔻: "theyre hair extensions not the holy grail calm down 😭😭😭"
AND NOW THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT AYANA INTERACTING WITH THE OTHERS, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO MY AGOTI/AYA DUO HC BC HELLO romantic or platonic these two are fucking adorable, the loserboy + losergirl pairing ever frfr (also bc i hc that theyre really close in age bc iirc ayana's birthday is january 28th so that would make her around 3-4 months younger than agoti to me at least teehee)
those two gossip about anything and everything and every single night they do each other's hair n spend time doing full fledged spa routines while talking shit about anyone and everyone bc theyre high maintenance as hell and take pride in their combined collection of bazillions of good smelling bodywashes and shampoos
🔻: "oh my god, goti i cant believe i forgot to tell you about some crazy interaction i had with someone earlier today i swear its driving me crazy"
📼: "BITCH AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME SOONER? YOU'D BETTER START FROM THE BEGINNING I NEED DETAILS IN FULL"
🔻: "OKOK SO WHAT HAPPENED WAS—"
also she works as a seamstress in her spare time when she's not doing music or baking ^_^ she often uses her expertise to create some outfits (with the help of sketches done by either tabi or agoti) and often has trouble finding someone to be her muse so she often gets dalia to help
she takes this VERY seriously by the way if she hears a singular complaint she will go insane
🎧: "how long is this gonna take 😔😔 my arms are getting sore babe i cant stand like this for much longer"
🔻: "dee i love you but i swear to god if you say that one more time i'm going to stab you with this needle until your arm is red and swollen BE PATIENT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭"
🎧: "😀😀😀😀😀 youre gonna WHAT"
also. shes got a BIG sweet tooth — she and tabi bond over sweets and trying all sorts of new things together, especially chocolatey things bc theyre both obsessed with chocolate anything
🩻: "aya i went to the store and i found this wafer cake thing and i thought you and i should try it"
🔻: "TABI THAT LOOKS DELICIOUS OMG go grab two spoons right now you and i are eating all of this right now"
🩻: "OKAY SURE :] i can already tell this is gonna taste good"
also sometimes she forgets to eat proper meals and will consistently only have sweets and snacks all day until someone calls her out on it, shes very forgetful, oopsies!
#this is what nearly three years of hyperfixating on ayana does to a person#anyways!!!! aya my beloved#I HAVE WAY MORE THAT I COULD PUT HERE BUT THIS MAY END UP BEING AN ENTIRELY SEPARATE POST#also yes i am capitalising on the fact that ayana is so shippable w anyone especially w the four i mentioned in this post#this girl is in LOVE#also people should draw more short hair ayana i will happily eat that shit up#like pleasepleaseplease i need to see short hair ayana drawings#anyways yawl can already guess that i am ayana's biggest fan and her unofficial ceo so...... what i say is instantly right/j#fnf ayana#fnf tabi#fnf agoti#fnf aldryx#fnf dalia#my art#digital artwork#headcanons#fnf headcanons
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HI IM THE BASS GUITAR ANON 🎸 !!! I didn’t think you’d see my ask so I giggled and kicked my feet reading ur reply 😋 I’m so excited for whatever ur cooking up.
Band au / drummer hazel has been running through my mind 😵💫😵💫 like if it took place while fight club was happening imagine them having to play all banged up. Bruised knuckles sliding over the guitar frets (gorgeous).
This gives the vibes that reader is one of those super cool students who everyone seems slightly intimidated by but then there’s hazel beautiful nerdy loser vibes 😋 HAZEL!!! Everyone is divided on how did this nerd bag HER!! And also how did the quiet punk girl bag LITERALLY HAZEL! Hazel is so fine fr fr.
Like imagine the reader playing a solo song with hazel waiting in the wings / or in the crowd and being able to glance over at her like YES BITCH THIS IS FOR YOU!!! I’m imagining she plays some fun mitski 😝
Obvs u don’t have to include this! I just like rambling . I just needed to pour these thoughts out❤️❤️❤️👩❤️💋👩
(Also side note: pianist or violinist Isabel u can’t change my mind)
HI MY LOVE!! IM SO HOOKED RN I MIGHT MAKE A SECOND DRUMMER!HAZEL DRABBLE!!
i love u pls check in daily with ur ideas cuz ur keeping my writers block away 🙏🙏
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