#🎸 – | The Band ! |

[ozzgin]

What if there was a shy!reader who's the biggest fan for a monster band and absolutely LOVES their music, showing up to their every show and having all of their merch. They would have the biggest crush on them too but is too afraid to do anything about it.

One day, they decided to have a meet and greet after one of their shows. You quietly came up to them to ask for an autograph but no words came out and you started to panic a little.

They looked at you like you're the most adorable thing they've ever seen and signed your poster along with your shirt without you saying anything. You bowed your head down as thanks and walked away in shyness.

Now, in every show they perform in, they would look around just to try and find one particular face, yours. The moment they lock eyes with you, they don't stop. Why would they? You're the cutest fan they've ever met.

- 🎸

That's actually such a great idea. Monster!Band, a fan favorite among the monstrous population. Unbeknownst to them, they have one singular human follower: you.

The concert venue is always crowded, so your existence remains a mystery. Not even the other attendants notice that a human frequently sneaks its way closer to the stage.

At the latest meet and greet, a pair of foreign hands reaches out for an autograph. The members take a moment to stare in silence, earning a flustered shuffle from you. Have you said something wrong? Did you skip your place in the queue? No, they simply didn't expect to see a human. As a matter of fact, it's the first time in their life. An encounter of a lifetime.

Thankfully they're quick to regain their composure, smiling and signing your merch, then following your figure with a pang of regret. It would've been improper to ask for your contact, especially before the hungry, envious eyes of other fans.

They begin searching for you every night, walking onto the stage and scanning the area with an almost pathetic need to find you. A cheeky sort of competition develops between the band mates, taking turns in approaching you, winking in your direction, or targeting you for interactions. You've suddenly become the lucky owner of several items thrown into the crowd; the priceless goods always land in your hands.

You might think of yourself as their biggest fan, but the beastly artists have taken quite an interest in you, too. That photo you managed to snap after their show? It's the lead singer's phone wallpaper now. Remember the time your bracelet somehow flew at the feet of the guitarist? He was ready to kick it away, until he realized it's yours. It is now his most prized possession.

Indeed, it seems that the fan behavior is slowly shifting the other way around. If only they'd find a way to get closer to their human.

[spicycinnabun]

Eddie tapped his pen against his clipboard, sighing loudly as the second to last auditionee left the stage, accordion and all. He crossed the name out on his sheet. “Okay, no way in hell.”

He shook his head and glared when Gareth weakly protested, “He was okay…”

“No, man. My grandmother has more vocal talent than him, and she had a laryngectomy in fifty-five. Let’s hope this last guy is better, or we’ll have to put out more ads.” Eddie climbed up onto the table, sitting cross-legged on it. It had been a long day of auditions, and he wasn’t feeling particularly friendly. He double-checked his clipboard, then called out, “Steve Harrington? Come on out.”

The sound of footsteps echoed through the theatre. Eddie’s spine straightened a little at the figure who appeared from behind the curtain and stepped into the spotlight, his eyes narrowing.

First of all, Steve Harrington was preppy. There was absolutely nothing Corroded Coffin about this dude. He was perfectly coiffed. No piercings, no grease in his hair, no visible tattoos. From his clean white t-shirt to his mom jeans, down to his sporty Nike’s, he couldn’t be less metal if he tried.

Secondly, he was gorgeous. There were no ifs, ands or buts about that. Eddie fought to keep his indifferent, slightly disgruntled expression on his face. Fought harder to keep his heart from beating a little faster.

This was stupid. There was no way this fucking angel-haired, Ken dolled, boy band of a man was going to have their sound.

Eddie’s pen was already poised beside Steve Harrington, about to cross it out.

Then Harrington leaned into the mic, introduced himself with a confidence and swagger reminiscent of Presley, and started singing.

Eddie’s wrist jerked, his pen halting. His eyes widened. Behind him, Gareth and Jeff shared an equally wide-eyed look, Gareth grinning like a loon.

Well, shit.

…So, maybe Eddie was wrong.

[misswqrld]

She’s gorgeous!!!!

[no1-omega-fan]

　𓏴 ; found photo off pinterest!

HES SO PRETTY HERE AAAAAAUHHH!!!!!!! what the frickkk what the freaky i love this photo really bad.

[vulcanette]

killed thattttt

[kissingarthurclaus]

Toki ran into his fave celebrity and asked for a selfie!!! ( ☆∀☆)

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[silvergyus]

dragging a friend to see your work crush hueningkai play with his band in a shitty diy venue. after he cracked a joke that no one would actually show up to see them you're determined to support him. the bar is tiny and parking is horrible, but you shush the annoyed complaints that come from your friend as you pay for both of your tickets. you breath a sigh of relief that you aren't the only faces in the small crowd that gathers, but the room is small enough that you're sure he can see you past the dim stage lights. when his brown eyes lock with yours it feels like the room melts away and it's just you and him and the music.

you buy him a drink after his set and notice how his sweaty hair shines in the low, multi-colored bar lights as he dabs sweat off his face. his cheeks are flushed from playing and your praise. your crush has only deepened and as you're standing there, telling him how good he sounded up there, you can't help but think how truly and fully down bad you now are.

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

AWOOOOOOGA lemme kneel between his knees 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[memow-kris]

Bruce and Bruce Jr.

I love Bruce’s family so much ☹️

[go-go-devil]

Analyzing the Mouthwashing Cast by Their Assumed Preferences in Prog Rock

Swansea: Your average senior prog rocker. It's not his absolute favorite genre, but he enjoys a good amount of the classic 70's bands (and occasional obscure curve balls like Crack the Sky and Klaatu) without much interest for where the genre went afterwards. As long as the instrumentation and singing don’t sound "too goddamn weird" for his tastes he'd be willing to give any classic-sounding prog band a shot. Would certainly get into a LONG conversation about his feelings on Dark Side of the Moon and Leftoverture if he's in a good enough mood... or when he gets drunk enough.

Daisuke: Out of the whole crew, he's actually the most well-versed in the genre; from the 70’s and beyond. A combo of him inheriting his parents' CD's and also utilizing online music forums to take him down all sorts of prog and jazz fusion rabbit holes to find good job hunting music that certainly won't distract him at all! Generally prefers listening to individual songs rather than full albums since sometimes he just doesn’t have the patience to listen to multiple long songs back-to-back, but he certainly has a good variety of proggy songs under his belt. Definitely the only one who's ever graced the Tulpar knowing who Kenso or Liquid Tension Experiment are.

Him and Swansea's shared love of Yes is one of the very few music overlaps the two share, and his gushing about how awesome they are are some of the only times he’s able to break the ice around his boss and have a genuinely good-natured conversation with him.

Anya: To immediately assume that she wouldn't know a single thing about progressive rock would be a highly reductive line of thinking. Sure if asked about her favorite prog album she’d probably just say Hounds of Love, but that alone would not be enough to fully analyze the depths of her very specific tastes in the genre. In her pursuit of picking albums solely for the sake of their “vibes” she has ended up gaining a love for artists like Art Bears, Neu!, FM, and National Health (the latter she thought would be great to listen to while studying for her nursing exams). She has songs from Robert Wyatt’s Rock Bottom abruptly stationed between electronic ambient and pop songs on her mixtapes, her favorite Peter Gabriel album is Up, and she would be surprised to learn that Sally Oldfield’s brother also made a few of his own albums.

Suffice to say, if she ever tried to seriously focus on expanding her prog horizons the results would be GLORIOUS!

Curly: Unfortunately, the captain is this ship is the saddest case when it comes to knowing any prog rock. It's honestly quite tragic. He truly thinks that any 8-9 minute track is "pretty long" for a song and would be baffled to learn that Genesis wasn't always just an 80's pop rock band. The only Pink Floyd album he has ever listened to in-full is A Momentary Lapse of Reason, and his favorite song on it is "Learning to Fly." While his willingness to learn more about the genre prevents him from being a total lost cause, the captain still has a LONG way to go before he can even reach noob status.

Jimmy: There are exactly two paths that he could take on this subject...

The first (and most merciful) would be that he's just as lacking in knowledge of the genre as Curly and only ever listens to the same five power metal bands he likes during his weight-lifting sessions.

The second path would be that he does have a fair enough knowledge of prog rock and is just about as insufferable as one would imagine. We’re talking the full-mile here: Flexing on how cool he is for all of the “deep” albums he listens to, telling the guys long, drawn-out about all the incredible trips he’s had while listening to them in his “man cave” back on Earth (while failing to mention how smoking weed actually makes him paranoid instead of relaxed), quoting Frank Zappa lyrics to Anya then immediately quipping about how she just "wouldn't get" them, relating very closely to Pink from The Wall without the smallest speck of self-reflection as to why that might be. All that kind of bullshit. Fucking PRAY he never discovers Zeuhl music.

[post-punk-author-anthony-day]

Hi (I find that people like to say mean things to me because I put a little $$$ on my blaze, I didn’t really know it’s for art per say but I do know that my playlist is worth it…hear me out!!!)

I was born in a affluent family of African American/ Portuguese/ Golden hill Paugussett indigenous heritage

Mom listened to Mick Hucknall, originally at the Sex Pistol gig! Went on to form Simply Red. Dad listened to only black music, I used to get beat for listening to Editors, Interpol and Tokyo Police Club, bad too… fucker broke my shoulder and then took me to the doctors lol

Dad left, so I got to expand my taste. For awhile I just discovered British bands

This collection is not just music I heard that I put on a playlist, half of it is dear to me! Very dear! I wouldn’t be the same person if it weren’t for the collective of dark subgenres. Please, enjoy over 300 hours featuring no particular annoying order, perfect for random searches and long nights of … well painting and studying!!!!

I’ll admit I do have some color…

[riddlelily]

that fucking bird that i hate. elli's now part of a really underground akatsuka band instead of a florist and that's how he gets to meet choro - choro develops a "celeb" crush on him (despite his denial) they become friends yadda yadda

[visions--of--collisions]

Miles' unstoppable urge to slap tag Hobie's guitar at every opportunity vs. Hobie's immovable protectiveness over it (and his stupidly wide range of motion)

[no1-omega-fan]

 𓏴 ; found on pinterest!

this pictureeeee kicks my feet and giggles. i need this ghoul really bad you don't get it

[kiochisato]

♡　＃　𓂃 　Sakiko togawa twitter Layouts ! ❥　.　➶　 requested by anon. enjoy !

transparents made by me ! :3

[minhosbitterriver]

💐 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ( xdinary heroes )

❛ As you step into a new, more masculine identity, your nerves are eased by the unwavering support of your friends and boyfriend.

𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 + trans boy reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 7 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This is probably one of my favorite pieces I've written, it was so self-indulgent as a masc non-binary fan of XDH, so I absolutely adored this request (made by my wonderful 🩷 Anon! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Established relationship, Y/N recently came out as a trans guy, mentions of wearing a binder for the first time, the rest of the members of Xdinary Heroes are dressed femininely to support you since it's the first time you go out in public dressed so masculine, mentions of anxiety, mentions of people staring.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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You anxiously pace around your apartment, your steps quick and uneven, a reflection of the turmoil inside you. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second echoing your mounting nerves. Every few moments, you dart back to the mirror, adjusting the binder Jiseok had surprised you with and smoothing out the more masculine clothing you’ve chosen for the first time. The reflection staring back at you is both unfamiliar and oddly liberating, but the anxiety still gnaws at you like a persistent shadow.

Jiseok, lounging on your couch, watches you with an expression that blends amusement and tenderness. His phone lies forgotten in his hand, abandoned in favor of observing your restless movements. His eyes, filled with warmth and affection, follow your every step, a silent but reassuring presence amidst your growing apprehension. Despite his frequent reassurances that you look undeniably handsome, the unease remains, a gnawing uncertainty that refuses to fade.

This moment is significant for you, a departure from the familiar into uncharted territory. The binder and the new style represent more than just a change in wardrobe; they symbolize a step toward embracing a more authentic version of yourself. Yet, even with Jiseok’s repeated affirmations, the anxiety of stepping into this new self is palpable, a heavy weight that clings to your chest.

You cast another glance at your reflection, searching for flaws, for something that might unravel the confidence you’re trying to muster. The mirror shows a version of yourself that feels both empowering and vulnerable, a delicate balance that is hard to navigate. Each adjustment of your clothing, each smoothing of your hair, is an attempt to find comfort in this new skin, but the anxiety persists, whispering doubts into the corners of your mind.

Jiseok’s eyes, however, remain fixed on you, his amusement softened by a deep, unwavering support. His presence is a quiet counterpoint to your inner turmoil, a constant reminder that you are not alone in this journey. Though the anxiety continues to gnaw at you, the steadfastness in Jiseok’s gaze and his gentle reassurances offer a flicker of hope and a promise of acceptance.

Suddenly, your lifelong best friend and boyfriend excuses himself into your bedroom. You barely have time to wonder why before a knock on your front door interrupts your pacing. Heart racing, you sprint to answer it, only to be rendered speechless by the sight before you. While you had expected to find your friends, you hadn’t anticipated their striking transformations.

Gunil stands confidently at the forefront, his cropped top revealing a sliver of toned midriff, and his eyes accentuated by grungy makeup that sharpens his features. His bold look radiates a daring defiance, setting the tone for the unexpected ensemble before you.

Jungsu catches your eye next, sporting a mid-thigh length plaid skirt that sways slightly with his movements. His shirt is neatly tucked in, giving him a polished yet rebellious air, and his hair is adorned with colorful clips that contrast playfully with his otherwise composed appearance. The sight of Jungsu, usually so serious, embracing this vivid and whimsical style stirs a mixture of surprise and admiration within you.

Seungmin’s outfit is equally captivating, his cropped top paired with a flowing black skirt that grazes just above his knees. The eyeliner framing his eyes adds a dramatic flair, highlighting his expressive gaze. The combination of soft and edgy elements in his look mirrors the complex layers of his personality, leaving you both intrigued and impressed.

Hyeongjun, in a long denim skirt you've seen him wear before, exudes a quiet confidence. His hair is styled into a half-up, half-down look, softening his features and adding a touch of elegance to his casual attire. The familiar yet refreshed appearance of Hyeongjun brings a comforting sense of continuity amidst the surprising changes.

Finally, Jooyeon stands out with his short plaid skirt paired with fishnets, his hair styled into playful space buns. The juxtaposition of the classic plaid and daring fishnets creates a bold statement, and the space buns add a whimsical charm to his look. Jooyeon's daring fashion choice radiates a fearless confidence that resonates with your own journey of self-expression.

As you take in the sight of your friends, each embracing their unique styles with unapologetic confidence, a wave of emotion washes over you. The anxiety that had gripped you moments ago begins to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of camaraderie and support. Their bold transformations echo your own struggle and triumph in embracing your true self, reminding you that you’re not alone in this journey.

Your heart swells with gratitude and admiration for your friends, who have shown up not just in presence, but in spirit, celebrating your courage with their own. The sight of them, so different yet so authentically themselves, fortifies your resolve and fills you with a renewed sense of confidence. With a deep breath, you step forward, ready to embrace the evening with the unwavering support of your lifelong friends by your side.

"You all look amazing," you manage to say, still trying to process the vibrant array of styles before you. As they step inside, your eyes remain wide in shock and admiration. Their response is immediate and heartwarming; they shower you with genuine compliments, each remark about how handsome you look in your new style making your cheeks flush a deep crimson. The sincerity in their voices and the pride in their eyes fills you with a warmth that eases your earlier anxiety.

Just as you begin to relax into the moment, you hear Jiseok clear his throat dramatically behind you. Turning around, you gasp at the sight that meets your eyes. Jiseok stands there, still wearing the striped sweater he had on before disappearing into the bathroom, but instead of jeans, he’s now donning one of your old, long black satin dresses underneath the sweater. The elegant fabric sways slightly as he moves, creating a surprising yet strangely harmonious blend of casual and formal.

The absurdity of his outfit doesn't stop there. Perched atop his head is a plastic tiara, catching the light and adding a whimsical touch to his ensemble. His lips shimmer with glittery lip gloss, completing the playful and unexpected transformation. The sight is both ridiculous and endearing, a perfect encapsulation of Jiseok's ability to make you smile even in the most unexpected ways.

A light chuckle escapes your lips as you take in the full extent of his getup. The laughter bubbles up, mingling with the lingering remnants of your earlier anxiety, and suddenly, the room feels lighter, filled with an unspoken understanding and acceptance. You step forward, closing the distance between you and Jiseok, and press your lips against his in a tender kiss. The glitter from his lip gloss transfers slightly, adding a touch of sparkle to the intimate moment.

As you pull back, your eyes meet Jiseok's, and the look you share speaks volumes. In this small, affectionate gesture, there is an acknowledgment of the journey you've both been on, the courage it took to embrace your true self, and the unyielding support you have from him. Surrounded by your friends, all uniquely expressing themselves in your honor, and with Jiseok by your side, you feel a profound sense of belonging and love that fortifies you for whatever comes next.

Once the flurry of compliments had settled, you all made your way out the door, heading to a nearby restaurant as planned. The group walks in unison, a vibrant parade of diverse styles and unapologetic self-expression. As you move through the streets, you notice the curious and occasionally puzzled glances from strangers. However, the once-daunting stares no longer feel as terrifying with your friends and boyfriend by your side, their bold attire a testament to their unwavering support.

Gunil’s grungy makeup and cropped top, Jungsu’s plaid skirt with colorful hair clips, Seungmin’s flowing skirt and eyeliner, Hyeongjun’s elegant denim skirt and styled hair, and Jooyeon’s plaid skirt with fishnets and space buns create a striking visual that draws attention. Despite the occasional odd look, there is an undeniable sense of solidarity that envelops you, making the world feel a little less intimidating.

The endearing sight of your friends and boyfriend dressed so uniquely to support you fills your heart with warmth. Every step you take is lighter, buoyed by the camaraderie and love that surrounds you. The anxiety that had once gripped you now feels distant, replaced by a profound sense of acceptance and belonging. 

As you approach the restaurant, the looks from passersby seem less significant, their judgmental gazes overshadowed by the strength and unity of your group. Your heart swells with gratitude, knowing that these extraordinary individuals have not only embraced their own authenticity but have also empowered you to embrace yours.

The evening air feels crisp and invigorating as you walk together, and with each passing moment, the bond between you and your friends deepens. Their willingness to step out of their comfort zones and dress in a way that challenges societal norms just to support you is a testament to their love and friendship. The thought fills you with an overwhelming sense of pride and joy.

Jiseok’s hand remains firmly intertwined with yours throughout the entire walk, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the sea of emotions swirling within you. Every so often, he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear, and whispers how ridiculously handsome you look, how he can’t get over the transformation. His words are like honey, sweet and soothing, each one sinking into your heart and settling there.

He tells you how obsessed he is with you, his voice filled with a sincerity that makes your heart flutter. Each declaration of his pride in you, his honor to be your boyfriend, sends a fresh wave of warmth coursing through your veins. The intensity of his feelings is palpable, wrapping around you like a protective cocoon, and you can't help but blush profusely at each affectionate confession.

With every step, Jiseok’s grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, a silent reassurance of his unwavering support. His presence, his whispered affirmations, create a bubble of intimacy amidst the bustling streets and curious onlookers. It’s as if the world fades away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in a moment of pure connection and love.

His words are a balm to your anxiety, each one meticulously chipping away at the insecurities that have long haunted you. The way he looks at you, with eyes brimming with adoration and pride, makes you feel seen in the most profound way. It’s not just about the clothes or the outward changes; it’s about the courage to embrace your true self, and Jiseok's endless support amplifies that courage tenfold.

Every time he leans in to murmur his adoration, your cheeks heat up, a blush spreading across your face. The sincerity in his voice, the warmth in his eyes, makes each compliment feel like the first, filling you with a sense of joy and affirmation that you hadn’t realized you needed so desperately. 

As you walk together, hand in hand, Jiseok’s unwavering support and constant reassurances weave a tapestry of love and confidence around you. His pride in you is evident in every word, every touch, and every glance. With each affectionate whisper, the bond between you strengthens, reinforcing the belief that together, you can face anything the world throws your way.

By the time you reach your destination, the anxiety that had once threatened to overwhelm you has dissipated, replaced by a profound sense of love and belonging. Jiseok’s constant reminders of how handsome you are, how proud he is of you, and how honored he feels to be your boyfriend, have fortified your spirit. Blushing and beaming, you step into the restaurant with him by your side, ready to face whatever comes next, knowing that with Jiseok's love, you are unstoppable.

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