#*equals more concert opportunities*

[gonuclear]

i need to be right about copia dying at the la shows you don’t UNDERSTAND

[author-ssi]

Singing in the Shower ~JJK

➜Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

➜Genre: Smut, One-Shot

Warnings: Description of Jungkook's body (and yeah that deserves a warning!), reader is feral for Jungkook (and who can blame her?), Jungkook is more than happy to indulge her (both orally and sexually). if you've taken all the hints in the warnings, then you're more than ready to start reading! [MDNI 18+]

➜Word Count: 2k

➜Summary: Post-workout Jungkook takes too long in the shower since he's apparently too carried away with singing rather than washing up. At the start, you have all the patience to wait for him; until you get frustrated... sexually.

"I'm done. I'm gonna get a shower", a shirtless Jungkook leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.

You glance up from your phone, your eyes immediately transfixing on his bare chest for a good minute before trailing down to his low-waisted jeans, the CK underwear waistband peeking through.

Thank God for that collab...

"Why did you work out while wearing jeans? You have a closet full of sweatpants".

When he answers that it was because he decided to work out on impulse, you simply shake your head in disbelief.

Classic Jungkook doing things on a whim.

"Alright, go. I'll wait for you so we can sleep together", you shoo him away, a soft smile gracing your lips nonetheless.

Jungkook chuckles before he slowly strides up to you.

You don't miss the way his bicep flexes when he presses his one hand on the bed, leaning over to lay a short but somewhat promising kiss on your lips.

"Mm, I'll be quick", he hums playing with his lip piercing, not drawing away from your lips just yet.

"You better", you whisper leaving another, equally promising kiss on his lips seizing the opportunity to briefly touch his broad chest, in the guise of playfully shoving him away from you.

He chuckles as he walks backwards, slightly cracking his knuckles, which causes his biceps to flex - a sight your eyes don't fail to miss yet again.

Except this time, he catches you in the act...

Smirking smugly, he winks at you before disappearing from the doorframe. You swear the teasing of this man will be the end of you!

~~~~

Alas, what you expected to be a few minutes of waiting, soon turned into a whole hour!

Honestly, you should have known by now that when the sound of the water running is accompanied by Jungkook's singing of various songs, his short shower session is bound to turn into an hour-long bathroom concert.

Most times, you just leave him to it; simply enjoying the sound of his melodic voice echoing through the bathroom walls and eventually reaching your ears.

However, his previous teasing has significantly lessened your patience making you daring enough to become a bit shameless.

Getting out of bed, you start to discard every item of clothing off your body while you make a beeline for your stalling boyfriend.

Upon entering the bathroom, you bite your lip at the sight of his bulky silhouette showing through the steamed-up shower glass doors.

"Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot... at the body shop... doing something unholy".

Jungkook's too lost in his singing to notice you sliding into the shower.

What a coincidence; the title of the song totally matches your current thoughts about him.

You barely stifle a cheeky giggle at that, before you extend your hand towards him, grazing your fingertips over his shoulder blades and then sliding them down his spine.

Jungkook instantly halts his singing as if he suddenly forgot all the following lyrics, but still, he doesn't turn to face you.

Instead, he closes his eyes as he relishes the feeling of your hands running up and down his bare back, noticing how your breath gets heavier with each move.

When he finally turns around, what he comes to witness has his unrestrained cock instantly hardened.

You look absolutely erotic.

Your naked body has been decorated with water droplets from the shower that's still running behind him.

Your eyes have darkened - gaze so heated it sends blood right down his cock.

You were never the type of girlfriend to hide just how much you lusted over your boyfriend and that's one of the things he adores about you. In private (and sometimes in public too) you never attempted to conceal your thirst over his body and even if he'd tease you endlessly for it, in the end, he always indulged you.

Even now, he's almost tempted to make you beg for it and watch you slowly give yourself up to him.

Almost is the keyword here, because honestly right now, he is too horny for that...

His lips devour your own.

God, this man really knows how to kiss...

Your lips weave together perfectly in sync.

Jungkook's large hand slides from your neck to the side of your face, ultimately nestling in your damp hair.

Your arms snake under his own latching onto his massive back, dragging your fingers over the prominent muscles.

He hums against your mouth pressing his lips harder against your own, causing you to let out a breathless whine.

Hearing your voice seems to spur him on to slowly probe his tongue into your mouth.

One hand still tangled up in your hair, he presses his other on the small of your back finally pulling you flash against him.

You shiver at the contact, triggered not just by his wet skin but also by the intimate closeness you two suddenly share.

Too lost in the kiss, your legs step closer to him, your body pushing further up against him.

As a result, his own body moves back to the point where his back comes into contact with the bathroom tiles.

Their coolness causes him to grunt against your lips, his grip on you tightening, yet he refuses to break off your deep kiss.

By the time your mouth reluctantly parts from his, you're both breathless.

Jungkook's eyes trail down your heaving chest, a smirk playing over his lips at the way your perked nipples are rubbing against him.

"Come here, baby", he beckons with a low voice before he switches places with you so that you're the one whose back is currently pressed up against the bathroom tiles.

"Let me appreciate you", he hums eagerly laying a small, wet kiss on your jaw. He then leans over to your neck, starting to leave open-mouthed kisses and gentle nibbles on the skin.

Endless moans start spilling out of your mouth as he continues to ravish you, moving lower and lower until you realise that he's now kneeled in front of your pelvis.

With bated breath, you gaze down at him awaiting his next move; your bedroom eyes are more than enough for him to know exactly what you want him to do to you.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips suggestively and your thighs quiver impatiently, in desperate need of his face between them.

"Jungkook", you whine swaying your hips towards him, practically pleading for him.

"I know baby, I know", he coos at you pressing a wet kiss on each of your thighs, enjoying the way they once again quiver in need.

Finally heeding your plea, he flattens his tongue before sliding it over your folds, groaning contentedly at the sweet taste of your arousal.

You gasp, muscles going taut, as the pleasure spreads throughout your whole body.

"Let me hear you, baby", he rasps against your pussy, now starting to properly eat you out.

You don't need to be asked twice.

Your fingers tangled in his short hair, you lean your head back letting soft moans spill from your lips again.

Jungkook touches the blade of his tongue on your clit before starting to suck on it, earning the sweetest, little cry from you.

His eyes set on you, the intensity of his gaze being the testament to his fervour in pleasing you.

It's not until he starts rapidly lapping at your folds, like a man starved, that you feel the pulsation of your approaching orgasm.

"Jungkook, I'm about to-", you attempt to warn him but he seems to already know what you're about to say.

"Mm, yeah I know you love this, baby. I know this will make you cum".

He quirks his pierced eyebrow at you, giving your thighs a tight squeeze before getting back into it.

Your hips heatedly stutter when your entire body finally dissolves into pleasure, Jungkook gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in place so he can help you ride out your orgasm.

He swears he could gaze at your beautiful blissed-out face forever.

But he's not done with you yet...

"Why don't you turn around for me, baby?", he smacks his lips sloppily against your flushed pussy, making you jump at the sensitivity still too dazed by that orgasm.

And yet, unsteady as you are, you comply as you turn to face the bathroom wall.

Meanwhile, Jungkook has stood back up to position you properly; guiding your palms to rest against the white tiles and your back to arch towards them.

Oh, you're in such capable hands...

Soon, the sound of hips snapping against hips starts to resonate in the bathroom.

Jungkook grips your love handles tightly to keep you steady as your breasts are now pushed up against the bathroom wall.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good".

A loud whine is the only response he gets from you in return as you rest your cheek against the cold tiles, keeping your back arched for him.

Removing one hand from gripping you, he runs his fingers down the length of your back making you shudder.

But you know this serene stimulation isn't meant to last for long.

After all, Jungkook isn't known to be a patient man...

The sound of a slap echoes through the bathroom and the pleasurable sting on the skin of your ass signals the first signs of Jungkook's impatience.

Still, it catches you off guard.

Instinctively, you push yourself off the wall, your back now up against his chest.

"Didn't see that coming, huh baby?", he teases you before burying his entire length inside your pussy.

Gasping, you latch onto his shoulders in an attempt to keep your balance.

He immediately notices, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist.

"Jungkook, kiss me", you pant angling your face to find his mouth.

Both your lips and bodies now joined as one, the two of you relish in the shared intimacy.

However, your current position soon alerts you of how uncomfortable it actually is.

Once again, reading into your discomfort, Jungkook draws the kiss to an end before slowly pulling out of you as well.

You whine in spite of yourself, bothered by the sudden feeling of emptiness, and quickly turn around to latch yourself onto him again.

Jungkook lets out an amused chuckle and grabs onto your hips, easily lifting you up against him and trapping you between himself and the wall.

You're about to wrap your legs around his waist, but the moment he fills you with his cock, you let out a hum feeling them go limp.

"Hold onto me, baby, yeah?", he urges you as his grip, now on your thighs, tightens and you wrap your arms around his shoulders instead.

When he starts thrusting into you again, setting a rhythmic pace, this time you rest your forehead on his, your soft moans mingling with his light groans.

"You'll give me one more, won't you baby? Such a good girl for me".

If you weren't already close by his cock rocking into you, you'd surely come undone just by those words of his.

"Yes, I'm gonna cum, Jungkook-", you gasp feeling the familiar waves of pleasure wash over you, bringing your orgasm ashore.

It feels as if your body melts against him and you relax yourself against him, gently hugging him.

"I'm not done yet", he states picking your almost limp body up and carrying you out of the bathroom.

His statement barely registers in your hazy post-orgasm mind, so your gullible self chooses to ignore it as you wrap your arms and legs against him, nuzzling your face against his neck.

He grabs a towel, one hand remaining around you to support your weight, and then heads back to your bedroom.

Spreading the towel over your sheets, Jungkook lays you on them and climbs over above you, eagerly guiding his cock to your entrance.

Your eyes, droopy from the previous pleasure, now widen in surprise.

"Jungkook, you can't mean-", you're about to protest when his eyes laser into yours, a predatory instinct shining in them.

"I said I'm not done yet".

[tojipie]

I'm a huge fan of your work and I would love to see a dilf!toji fan fiction where you accidentally walk in on him changing and it goes a bit further while megumi's home🙏🙏🙏

part 1 here

shaking crying and throwing up as the kids say

warnings: dilf!toji x reader, nsfw, almost getting caught, age gap

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“think that’s it for tonight.” megumi mumbles, turning the newly painted mound of clay to the side to gauge your shared work.

it goes without saying that you and your closest friend had spent the weeks leading up to the deadline planning, but not actually doing your final sculpting project, leading to an equally desperate and passive aggressive all-nighter.

you both of you were absolutely caked in paint, but the satisfaction of finally being done was well worth it. you stand up for the first time in over 4 hours, hissing at they way your back protests.

your feet tingle as blood rushes down to your legs, the aches in your body becoming more apartment.

“god, what is it— like 11?” you ask, massaging your neck with the back of your hand.

megumi grabs his phone to look at the time, scratching off a smear of dried pain with a scoff.

“it’s 1 am.” he laughs, tucking the device into his pocket with a sigh. “you ubering home or do you want my dad to take you?”

you perk up at the second option, gathering yourself before you respond.

“i mean yeah i feel like that’d be a lot safer.” you say, only half lying. “is he still up?” you knew he was up, in fact you knew if you hadn’t been practically right outside his bedroom for the past 4 hours he’d be texting you right now.

your sculpting partner motions to the kitchen door with a nod of his head, wordlessly gathering his materials up. “go check, i’m going to bed.”

you laugh, gathering your things and padding out into the hall.

“nite gumi.” you tell him, hoping it wasn’t too late in the night for the both of you to get a decent nights sleep.

———

you secretly hope toji is waiting for you as you fix your makeup in the mirror, leaning down to meticulously washing the paint from your hands and arms in an attempt to look presentable.

megumi hadn’t noticed it was you in his father’s bed the last time you snuck over, taking toji’s sly suggestion to “drive his little friend home” as an ill intended joke.

he opted to drive himself to the concert instead, accepting the ridiculous $100 venue parking fee in exchange for his peace of mind.

you, on the other hand, had gotten the opportunity to wail your lungs out as loud as you needed once the house was empty, going round-for-round with the massive wall of muscle that was your best friend’s dad.

and now, here you were in his bathroom, washing up in the sink as quickly as you could before feeding yourself to the lion.

you slip into the dark hallway as quietly as you can manage, cringing at the stale creak of the bathroom door.

the house is barely lit with the dim light from the kitchen gone. you figure megumi had shut it off before going to bed, thinking you and toji had already left.

you feel your way down the corridor of rooms, silently opening the door to your destination before stopping cold in your tracks.

“you should knock ya’know.” a deep voice crones.

you yelp as you’re pulled into his bedroom, the sound muffled by a solid hand over your mouth.

“shhhhh.” toji chuckles, caging you against the door. the older man leans down to mouth at your neck, feeling you up as you catch your breath.

“you have a real volume problem, pretty girl.” he teases.

you laugh, cradling his head as it settles in the curve of your neck. his shirt is half off already, bunched around his shoulders. you must’ve caught him changing.

“what, were you waiting on me?”

“men have needs don’t they?” he says quietly, leaning in to kiss you.

thick hands settle around the curve of your waist just under your breasts and pull you backwards, leading you towards the bed.

“was—fuck—gonna text you.” toji whispers between kisses, palming your chest underneath your shirt. the older man pulls you into his lap from where he sits on the edge of the mattress, rucking your shirt above your head to mouth at the top of your breasts.

“yeah? why didn’t you?”

“knew you’d come find me.”

your cheeks burn at his admission. he was right, as embarrassing as it was you both knew how often you found yourself under him on nights like these.

and whether or not you’d begun hanging out at megumi’s just to see his dad was a question you didn’t want to address, and one that toji already knew the answer to.

you say nothing, opting to palm the man below you through his boxers while he finally undresses his top half. toned abs clench tight as you squeeze his cock through the fabric, guided only by the small sliver of moonlight bleeding from his curtains.

“harder.” he groans, bucking into your hand.

“miss me?”

“always miss you.” toji mumbles, motioning for you to stand so he can strip you of your bottoms.

you’re pulled on top of him as soon as your shorts hit the floor, leaning in to kiss him again. the older man licks into your mouth with fervor, toying with the waistline of your thin panties.

toji breaks the kiss, snapping the elastic against your hip. you flinch at the sharp sting, whimpering into his neck as he grips your ass

“you wear these for me?” he asks.

you nod, letting him slip them off. he gives them a once over, smiling as he reaches to throw them onto the night stand.

“keeping em.” he laughs, pulling himself free from the confines of his bottoms.

he’s throbbing, steadily leaking onto his own thigh with every passing second. you lean down to accept him into your mouth, pausing when he pulls you back up to him.

“just get on top of me.” he begs, grabbing hold of the backs of your thighs and reclining into the pillows.

“need it that bad?” you ask, genuinely curious. you watch as he grabs hold of his cock, lining it up with ease—practically muscle memory.

“wouldn’t need it this bad—oh fuck— if you hadn’t been busy the entire night.” he groans, complaint interrupted by the feeling of you sinking down onto him.

“could fuck me when the sun’s out, you wouldn’t have to wait all day that way.” you suggest, only half serious.

“the only thing stopping me from doing that is work, pretty girl.” toji mumbles. you gasp as he twitches inside you, sinking down all the way to watch what little composure he still has crumble.

your knees protest as you bounce on the older man’s cock, body still sore from the workload you’d dealt with earlier.

“you could’ve just—fuck— came out and said hi.” you add, noticing the way the scar on his lip contorts when he smiles.

“can’t really walk around with a hard-on.” he admits with a sleazy grin, taking one of your breasts into his mouths for good measure.

your shared moans grow louder with every thrust, the sound of skin-on-skin becoming unmistakable.

“fuck is that noise?” a sleepy voice yells from the hallway.

you freeze. pulling away from toji to gauge his reaction.

“fuck, get underneath.” he chuckles, practically pulling you off of his cock with how easily he manhandles you, making space for you to crawl into the sheets.

you’re struck with what feels like another heart attack as a knock at the door pierces the air.

“do you have another girl over?” megumi scoffs pacing behind the doorway.

“you sleepwalking or something?” toji lies, clearly not considering the consequences of getting caught.

you feel him pull the sheets over your head with a soft laugh. warm hands rubbing over your sides through the thin fabric, a sweet attempt at calming you down.

“i’m not stupid.” his son replies, kicking the foot of the door for good measure. “did you even drive my friend home?”

“she ubered, kid.” toji lies again, groping your breast over the thin sheet. you yelp at the sudden contact, earning a teasing “shhhh” from the man above you.

“fucking knew you brought someone over.” megumi sighs, trudging down the hallway with vague threats of “you’re paying for my dorm room next year.” and “can’t keep it down.”

you emerge from the covers, arms snaking around toji’s shoulders with a sigh of relief.

“what’d i tell you about that volume problem?” he laughs, lowering you onto his still hard cock with a breathy groan.

“fuck, did you get wetter or somethin?” he asks, clearly in disbelief.

“course not!” you mouth, stifling a whimper as he begins to thrust.

“i know honey.” he teases, biting the curve of your shoulder to stifle a groan. “i’m just fuckin’ with you.”

[hinatiny]

atsumu who...

loves you excitedly.

w.c: 0.5k

atsumu who would come to regret suggesting a certain activity for your first date, had he known in advance you would beat him to hell and back, yet would do it all over again. he found your pleased grin so cute he was grossed out by himself, but that was okay if he got to see you like that.

atsumu who, ever since you clearly weren't opposed to crushing him on that one first date, knew he wants to be with you. it's almost a bit greedy of him, but he can't help it when every day becomes so thrilling just by having someone like you by his side, someone who so effortlessly matches his freak.

atsumu who loves to show you off—and with so much pleasure. he loves holding you close enough in public for others to get what you are, loves posting about you on every social media he's registered on, loves introducing you as "my partner y/n". he makes sure you know that you're his tangible pride and joy.

atsumu who wants to do anything and everything with and for you. his energy goes beyond the world's limit, and he's big on spending it on you. teaching you volleyball, fun dates, late night drives, spontaneus trips, shopping sprees, messy picnics, book spa days, go on concerts, take yoga classes, even axe throwing. check the entire list. things he otherwise wouldn't do, or even dream of, but does it with you because you make him feel like he can do anything.

atsumu who doesn't have to do anything and everything with you at all times. even energetic people like him have their slightly more passive days, almost lazy ones. he can easily survive them on his own, but he loves spending them with you too. you can be body doubling or you can cuddles-turned-naps together in the comfort of your home, and he'll consider the day productive.

atsumu who can never get enough of your kisses. give him one and you've brought an issue upon yourself, because he'll lean in for another one, and another one, and another one—sweet pecks to the most, quite literally, breathtaking kisses. with him, you can never tell what's coming, neither can you tell when it's going to end. he sometimes likes to be smug and act like he's sick of it, turning his head away; he fails miserably every time though, because the moment you walk away feigning equal lack of interest you suddenly have a heartbroken puppy running after you.

atsumu who won't pass a single opportunity to tease you. everything between getting you flustered by playful flirting and making you (jokingly) re-consider your relationship as a result of him (jokingly) making fun of you. there's rarely a moment of peace, safe to say.

atsumu who can be so self-centered at times, yet it's so easy for you to bring him back down to earth again. it catches him off-guard sometimes, how easily it happens, but rather than feeling humbled, he feels at ease.

[milqueandsugar]

What if,, a band/artist rivalry between Adam and reader?

Since Adam outright says he's in a band in the first episode,, let's say that there's a rising artist who making themselves big in the music industry in Heaven, maybe even the same genre that Adam's band is in, and he gets ticked off.

So out of curiosity, he goes to one of their concerts (presumably to judge the music itself) but then when they start playing, he's just kinda.. in disbelief. Like the music is good?? And the person singing is hot??

Idk that would be something cool and funny to read,, love your stuff btw, been following since like last year 🙏🙏 I'll be 🥐 anon if that's cool and not taken ofc!

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Adam

A/n - thanks for following for so so long! This was fun to write!

| Adam/Rival!Reader|

Listen, alright he only went to investigate

Too see what it was that made you sooo much of a competitor, because upon first glance there was nothing that interesting about you

Like you had cool clothes and hair he wanted to run his hands through, and the most kissable lips he's ever seen, and you pretty much sweated sex appeal but like you were THAT cool

So he takes the chance when an opportunity arises to get seats for your show, he'll take the scolding for the expensive purchase from lute later, the information he could gather was worth far more than any currency

So he goes, fights through the crowd for drinks and then fights through the crowd again to get to his spot

Your fans are insane, thats the first thing, like he's used to fans throwing bras and underwear on stage but these people are screaming and cheering for you like you were on stage, the openers hadn't even started yet wtf was going on??

The crowd hype was real though and by time the openers, who were mid, closed he was feeling the buzz of excitement the crowd carried

It was contagious and his ailment of adrenaline was only worsened when you came on stage and started your first song

Fuck

Yeah he got the appeal

Seeing someone so confident, so in love with their passion made him fall equally in love with you, those are like the two sexiest things and angel can have and you've got them falling out of your pockets babe!!

He buys more tickets to up coming shows and a shit ton of merch while leaving the venue, he would have done it during the show but he couldn't tear his eyes away often enough to blink let alone do anything else

Any sense of envy or competiriveness? Gone, just like the money from his wallet

He only realizes when he's considering buying a signed shirt that he's acting like one of HIS groupies

Oh no

Decides then he needs to quit, you have a sick band, he respects you and has all your songs on vinyl and on his phone but he's not some fucking low life that stalks their celebrity crushes all right?

I mean he's going to keep the merch but hey it might be valuable one day!!

And he'll go see the shows for the tickets he already bought but otherwise it'd just be a waste so whatever it's totally normal

This is such normal behavior, just, be cautious if you ever mention HIS band in a positive light on social or in an interview, he is already heavily considering buying some back stage passes don't force his hand now, come on

[st4rgzer]

you’re so vain (spencer reid)

summary: singer!reader x flirty!spencer. spencer shows up at your gig and you unsuccessfully call him out

genre: fluff, maybe a bit more suggestive…?

cw!: kissing, sexual innuendos

a/n: sorry i haven’t been posting much, i’ve been sick and busy with exams but i have some ideas for fics coming soon!

you wiped your hands on your satin dress, clammy as your nervousness increased by the minute. thankfully, you had the talent to turn on an imaginary switch in your head that gave you the confidence to step on 1000 men’s feet. which came in luck for times like this.

you gripped the mic and you noticed how the bright lights suffocated you, luckily they dimmed after the crowds voices faded.

“son of a gun” you whispered into your mike in a velvety voice, anticipation gleaming from the crowd as you subdued them with your words.

just a little before the chorus, you noticed a familiar face grinning from the audience, spencer reid, to be precise.

the man you had had a seemingly frivolous encounter with the other day, and the day before that. was listening to you sing with a massive grin plastered on his face. you needed help with a stalker and he found a way to leave an imprint on you the following days after the case closed.

“you’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you, don’t you, don’t you?” you sang directly at him, not daring to break contact.

after the song finished, and the wave of applauses dried out, you headed backstage to be met with that man again.

“following me, are you?” you said absentmindedly, taking off your white gloves and placing them on your dresser.

“you just dedicated a song to me, i don’t think youre the one who should be questioning me in this situation” his hands dug into his pockets, you looked up at his calm, collected expression. one you couldn’t emulate this time.

you responded with a simple roll of the eyes, you knew that he noticed how you refused to meet his gaze. like two equal ends of a magnet, repulsing each other. you felt as if, if you did look, he’d be able to see right through you.

“i like your voice, do you think i’d be able to get a private concert?” his voice sent explicit chills down your spine as you took off your heels. you sat up, appalled by his comment.

“i fear i don’t think you’d be able to afford it” you grin, standing up and resting a hand on his shoulder, tilting your head to him with a mockingly pitiful expression.

he laughed, looking down as he bit back a smirk. he placed his hands on your hips, grip tightening slightly as you hesitated to take your hand off his shoulder.

“if that’s what you think. maybe i could offer a different kind of payment in return” he drags you in closer. you have a seemingly collected expression on your face, but you’re wondering if he can hear your heartbeat break the silence.

“and what would that be?” you bite your lips slightly in anticipation, your other hand coming up to be placed on his other shoulder. his eyes loom over you with an expression you’re yet to decipher. that is, until his head dips gently to place a soft kiss under your ear.

your eyes widen in stupefaction, then quickly closed shut as he nipped the skin of your collarbone, hands lingering further down your waistline.

then as quickly as it started, it ended. with a rapid open of the door and your agent screaming your name. spencer quickly retracts his hand, and you’re left with a yearning sensation and a missing feeling of his lips on your skin.

“i’m sorry, was i interrupting something?” your agent speaks, pointing in between the two of you.

“no-“ you try and respond, you’re abruptly cut off by him

“i don’t care, you have to talk to a possible business opportunity so put those heels on, retouch the lipstick, and meet me there in 2” he walks out and his voice drags on for a few seconds before being completely gone.

“guess you have someone waiting for you” spencer grins, reaching into his pockets as you stare sheepishly.

“here’s my card if you wanna do this again sometime, maybe over coffee”

you’re left with your mouth opened, confused by the series of events that happened so quickly.

“wait! where’s the card?” you ask as he briskly exits the room. he points to your puffy hair, and smirks as he heads out.

you reach into your hair and pull out a card with his name and phone number on it.

“son of a gun.”

a/n: unfortunately this was better in my head.

taglist: @potatovoyager @lvtilzs

[veronicaphoenix]

Series: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits | masterpost. Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader x Oliver Sykes

Heart Like Ours. Additional multipart. Chapter 1: The Snakes | Words: 3k Summary: Reader suffers a breakdown due to her mother’s disapproval of her relationship with the boys, but neither Oliver nor Noah are there to comfort her.

Tags and TW: established polyamorous relationship, angst, anxiety, reader’s mother does not approve of her daughter’s relationship with oli and noah, psychological abuse, mentions of alcohol, implied sexual scenarios that are not described, only mentioned. Author's note: I've changed the narrator to 3rd person. Chapter not beta read.

She burst into tears as soon as she closed the door, shutting out the world behind her. 

 The weight of her mother’s words had choked her during the drive home, but she had refused to let the tears fall until she reached the safety of her home. 

         A home that these days felt empty and devoid of the male voices that brought her so much happiness. 

         Noah and Oliver had been away from home for nearly a month and the three hadn’t seen each other except through cell phone and computer screens since they both left on their respective tours. 

         Bad Omens’ European tour kept Noah continents away, with four agonizing days left until his return. 

         Oliver was on the other side of the country, bound for a whirlwind of gigs before flying off to festival in Mexico. 

         Had circumstances been different, she would have accompanied them. She would have gotten on the plane with Noah to be with him for a week in Europe, they would have taken the opportunity to do some sightseeing in the few hours Noah had free between concerts, they would have made love in a hotel room overlooking one of those rivers that cross several European cities or even the sea, and they would have gorged themselves on all kinds of typical foods from the countries they were in. Then, from there, she would have flown immediately to the city where Oliver was and repeated the same thing with him. She would have followed him from one concert to the next, sending him flying kisses from the side of the stage as he performed and showering him with her love and affection when they were back at the hotel.  

         But today, precisely today, she was alone. They boys were miles away from her, and despite longing for their presence more intensely than ever, she made a conscious decision not to call them, refusing to burden them with her tears and pleas to return. She recognized her own maturity, knowing that calling them and crying about needing their kisses and arms around her, would only undermine her strength and autonomy.  

         So, she cried, her back pressed against the door of their home. 

         Noah’s running sneakers, neatly aligned on the shoe rack, seemed to stare back at her, reminding her that the last time he’d worn them had been nearly a month ago, when he had kissed her goodbye with the passion of a soldier going out to war when he was actually just going for an hour run. Nearby, one of Oliver’s sweatshirts hung on a hook on the wall beside her own jacket, their proximity only serving to amplify the ache of his absence. Though their clothing brushed against each other, the physical touch she craved with him remained out of reach.

         “You’re a whore, what else do you want me to think when you come in here and tell me you’re thinking of marrying two men?” Her mother’s words echoed relentlessly in her mind. “It’s not even legal, because that’s a barbarity! You’re letting yourself be groped like a bitch in heat and now you come up with this? That you want to get married?”

         She gulped, a lump forming in her throat. She had sensed that the conversation with her mother wouldn’t go well, but she hadn’t thought it would go so badly, that she would say those things to her. 

         She fought the urge to retaliate with equal fervor.

         “I love them,” she explained. “And despite what you think, they love me. I know polygamous marriage isn’t legal. We don’t care. We just want to have a celebration with our closest family and friends.”

         “For God’s sake, daughter. Everyone’s going to see what a whore you’ve become, don’t you think? I’ve tried to stay out of this very... sinful relationship you’ve been having with those two, believing that at some point you would realize what you were doing. But instead, you come to my house and tell me you want to get married. You’re not well, honey. And I don’t think your brother is quite in his right mind either if he’s okay with this.”

         Fifteen minutes after arriving home, she kicked off her shoes, shrugged off her jacket, and let her purse fall to the floor by the door. She walked with weak steps to the downstairs guest bathroom. She didn’t recognize herself in the mirror. She wore hardly any makeup, but her mascara had run, her eyes were red and sunken, her cheeks swollen, and every inch of her face betrayed the sadness engulfing her.

         Every time she recalled her mother’s expressions while saying all those horrible things, she was overcome by sobs she couldn’t contain. She leaned on the edge of the sink for a while until she managed to compose herself a little. She could keep crying as much as she wanted, but that wouldn’t change anything. Her mother wouldn’t come to her senses, and Oliver and Noah wouldn’t walk through the door to hold her in their arms.

         Just then, as she eyed the double-band silver ring on her fourth finger and as if they could feel her pain, her iPhone chimed with the sound of an incoming notification. She ignored it. A few minutes later, it chimed again. Almost cursing under her breath, she went to fetch her phone and pulled it out of her purse. A trembling breath caught her when she saw that the notifications were respective to a message from Oliver and another from Noah in the iMessage group they shared, the same one they had created about three years ago when they decided to sleep together for the first time, in the midst of a tour in the UK.

         She hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to open the conversation, her thumb hovering over the message notification. She would have preferred not to reply, knowing that both of them had some uncanny ability to sense her mood through her words, even if she had written a lie.  

         With a resigned sigh, she tapped open the conversation.

         Oliver: Just tried the best vegan tacos! Wish you were here to try them. Haven’t heard from you guys in the last four hours and I can’t stop thinking about you. Has the princess eaten dinner yet? Pretty boy, did you sleep well? Are you awake?

         Noah: Awake and hungry. Send a couple of those tacos to Stockholm. I’ll pay you back with a good blowjob when I get back.

         As their messages danced across the screen, she found herself smiling, the weight on her shoulders momentarily lifted. 

         But as quickly as the laughter came, so too did the tears, a relentless tide that threatened to engulf her once more. 

         She typed with shaky fingers.

         Her: I’m going to fix myself something to eat and watch a movie. Wish you were here. Miss you both. x

         She pressed the send button and after waiting a few seconds to see if either of them was still online, she decided to lock the screen. 

         She closed her eyes, drew a deep breath, and walked back to the bathroom.

         After washing away the remnants of tears clinging to her skin and tying her hair up in a messy bun, she ignored any reason she had to go upstairs to the master bedroom. She didn’t want to go in there because, in her state, she knew what would happen. So instead, she looked for something to occupy herself with in the kitchen. 

         The prospect of idling away in the kitchen wasn’t very exciting, but it offered a temporary respite. She pushed aside the temptation to grab a cold beer from the fridge because it wouldn’t take her any time to open it and drink it. At least, making coffee would keep her occupied for a few more minutes.

         She was about to pour the coffee into a mug when the doorbell rang.

         She wasn’t expecting anyone, much less at this hour. It was Friday, and it was almost dark outside.

         She didn’t expect to find her brother standing in the doorway, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders slightly hunched against the cold breeze that had just picked up.

         “Jack?”

         It only took him a few seconds to look at her to know that she was a mess. He clicked his tongue and hugged her right there, in the entryway of the house. She held her breath, letting her brother envelop her in his arms for a while until he finally let go and encouraged her to go inside and close the door, which she appreciated because she was about to burst into tears.

         “Mom called me,” he announced. 

         That’s why he’s here, she thought. 

         “She told me you went to see her and tell her about the wedding... She didn’t hold back, and she called me some ugly names, too,” he shrugged his shoulders, as if unaffected. “But I was worried about you.”

         He extended an arm to touch her cheek affectionately.

         “Yeah,” she replied with a hint of detachment. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate him coming to her house to make sure she was okay or to keep her company; she simply didn’t want to think about her mother any longer, not today. Perhaps not for the rest of the week and the foreseeable future.

         “Have you talked to them?” Jack inquired, looking around the kitchen as his sister made her way back to the counter where an empty black mug waited for her.

         At the question, she sighed, filling the coffee mug to the brim. She knew sleep would elude her that night anyway, so no problem in having coffee at those late hours.

         “I sent them a message a while ago.”        

         “A message?” Jack quirked his head inquisitively and raised an eyebrow. Sensing her reluctance to elaborate, Jack rested his hands on the kitchen island and leaned closer to his sister, standing on the other side.

         “Baby sis, you have to tell them what happened. I get that they’re miles away and you won’t be able to see them for a few days, but they deserve to know what’s up and how you’re holding up. If you don’t, they’ll figure it out anyway. Those two have a radar or sixth sense for this stuff when it comes to you,” he said, almost earning a smile from her at the comment. Sometimes their wavelengths aligned perfectly. and to think that Noah and Oliver were such attentive partners made her stomach flutter, even after all these years. “And if you keep ignoring their calls, you know they’ll end up calling me, and I will tell them.”

         “Jack...” she began, tired.

         “I’m serious. I don’t want you stuck here alone in this massive house feeling like crap.”

         “Fine,” she conceded, still clutching her coffee mug but not yet taking a sip. “I’ll call them.”

         It wasnt true, but she needed to lie to get Jack off her back. Oliver would be back home in a few days. She would tell him then. But until that day, she had to prove to herself that she could handle whatever came her way without relying on anyone else, without needing not only one, but two shoulders to lean on. 

         “Good.”

         “Want some coffee?” she asked, lifting her mug to shift the conversation.

         “No, thanks,” Jack declined. “Actually, speaking of coffee, there’s another reason I”m here.”

         She furrowed her brows, taking a sip. 

         “Oh? What’s up?”

         “Sylvie has stopped drinking coffee,” he announced, prompting his sister to raise an eyebrow. “Well, the caffeinated kind, anyway.” A grin spread across Jack’s face, and his sister’s eyes began to widen. “She’s pregnant.”

         “Oh, Jack! That’s great!” She nearly dropped her coffee in excitement. She swiftly moved around the island to hug her brother. 

         “I know. I’m going to be a father. Crazy, huh?”

         “How’s Sylvie? How far along are you, guys? I’m going to be an aunt!”

         “She’s good, been a bit nauseous for a few days, but nothing unexpected. Both her and the baby are fine. We had our second routine check-up yesterday, and well, Sylvie wanted to tell you three when you were all together, but after talking to mom today, I thought maybe I could lift your spirits a bit with the news. I don’t mean to overshadow your strife with this, I hope you know that.”

         “Jack, for fuck’s sake. Don’t be silly. This is the best news I’ve had all month. I can come over to your place tomorrow to see Sylvie.”

         “Sure. She’ll be thrilled. She was really looking forward to telling you. But please, do me a favor and call the guys, okay?”

         He wasn’t going to let that slip onto the back burner. She had tried, at least, but her brother was as attentive and supportive as theyb come, and she couldn’t fault him for it. If anything, she should be grateful. 

         “Yeah, yeah,” she replied. “Can I tell them about the baby? Oli’s going to be ecstatic. He loves babies. Noah, though, he’s still a bit weird around them.”

         Jack laughed, nodding. “Absolutely, go ahead and let them know after you talk to them about today,” he said while he kept his gaze firm and expectant on her. “We’ll get together once they’re back to celebrate.” 

         Jack stayed with her for about half an hour, talking about Sylvie’s pregnancy, discussing their future, and sharing tidbits he knew would keep his sister’s mind occupied. 

         But of course, as soon as Jack left, she found herself once again enveloped in the silence of a house that felt too big for herself whenever she was alone.

         With an empty stomach, she finally found herself compelled to go upstairs and enter the master bedroom, where she was welcomed by that unusual order and tranquility that she had begun to detest as the days Noah and Oliver spent away from home grew longer. She appreciated order and cleanliness, but on days like this, she hated crossing the threshold and not finding Noah’s dirty socks scattered here and there or Oliver’s jeans piling up on the armchair in a corner by the windows, the water bottles they always left on the nightstands, Noah’s vitamin gummies, or the books they would sometimes start reading while she finished showering after late work shifts. 

         After changing into comfortable clothes and deliberating for a while, she eventually crawled under the sheets, turning off the lights, and turning on that TV that Oliver had insisted on installing in the room against her and Noah’s wishes. The device had been there for over a year, and yet, she could count on one hand the times the three of them had bothered to watch a movie while in bed. 

         She resumed the series she had started watching alone after the guys left, but found herself struggling to concentrate on the storyline. Her feet felt cold beneath the duvet, and she couldn’t shake the sensation of feeling small in the vast expanse of the bed, with no one beside her. a little girl in the middle of a bed so big with no one beside her.

         She ceased her nail-biting to retrieve her phone from the bedside table, cluttered with Oliver’s stuff, and checked her messages. There was a missing call from Oliver that she missed to attend while in the bathroom, along with a string of messages from both him and Noah. After her previous message, Oliver had sent a couple of selfies, earning a compliment from Noah, which was rare. Despite being together for three years, Noah still seemed somewhat reserved when it came to complimenting his boyfriend—now fiancé. On the other hand, had shared a series of photos of the city where he was with the band.

         She replied with comments about the architectural beauty of the buildings and remarks about the nice weather. She made an effort to write something funny about Oliver’s selfies. Then, she informed them she was in bed, mentioning how cold it felt without them, before bidding them goodnight.  

         Just as she felt herself drifting off to sleep, memories of her mother’s harsh words flooded her mind, shattering any hope of rest and bringing forth fresh tears. Struggling to suppress both the tears and the haunting memories, she shifted in bed, confronted once again by the empty spot Noah should have occupied. 

         Her thoughts transported her back to the last night they had spent together, to the tender way she had traced the lines of the snake tattoo adorning his neck, followed by her affectionate kisses and nibbles before she straddled him, his erection seeking the familiar warmth between her legs that he called home.

         The memory only served to exacerbate her unease and sadness, intensifying the ache of his absence. 

         Sitting up in bed, she cast aside the sheets as a sudden surge of heat enveloped her. She despised how her sobs reverberated off the bedroom walls, amplifying everything she felt. 

         She stared ahead into the darkness for a few seconds until her vision adjusted to the dim visibility of the house shrouded in the night, and when she began to make out the silhouette of the furniture, the corner of the huge rug at the foot of the bed, she saw herself there on her knees, with Oliver standing in front of her but with his back turned to her. He was shirtless, and she was pulling down his jeans and underwear to reveal the snake etched across his lower back and buttocks.

         As she exposed it, a smile played on her lips before she began to trace it with her tongue, slowly. Oliver practically growled into Noah’s mouth, who was in front of him, also shirtless, and holding him close with a hand behind his head, pulling on his hair. 

         With a sob louder and more despairing than before, she rose from the bed, almost angry with the two men for not being there even though it wasn’t their fault. 

         She felt pathetic. 

         Making her way barefoot to the closet, she retrieved one of Oliver’s shirts, then one of Noah’s, and hurried downstairs, nearly tripping over her own feet.  

         Around three in the morning, exhaustion eventually overtook her. She fell asleep on the couch, curled into a corner, the shirts pressed tightly against her chest, each preserving the distinct masculine scent of its owner. She had cried until there were no tears left to shed. 

CHAPTER 2: THE ANGEL OF DEATH - COMING SOON

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PAIRING. victoria de angelis x fem!reader

SUMMARY. y/n is the other female member of the band, who has had feelings for vic for a while now, but was too nervous to say anything. one night after a concert in new york changes that after the bassist overhears a conversation between damiano and y/n.

WORD COUNT. 1,111

Y/N L/N DREAMED about performing from a young age. She started to enjoy the art of singing and music due to her family’s interest in the arts. It was a big part of her childhood and teenage years so the fact that she got to do what she loved with some of her best friends, well it was a huge thing to her.

Going on to win Eurovision in 2021 opened doors for her and her band, giving them opportunities they never thought possible. Måneskin growing as a whole was great but the more time went on, the harder it got for the girl to hide her true feelings. She was in love with her fellow band member and best friend, Victoria de Angelis.

The boys always teased her about it and it scared her honestly. She was always open about her sexuality, like Victoria and Ethan were, but it always felt different when Vic was involved. She would get more shy when alone with the bass player and it started to gain more attention from the public, which is something Y/N kind of wanted to avoid.

The three boys and two girls never hid any affection for one another but everyone knew that it was more friendly where the H/C haired girl was concerned. However, deep down she wanted more with the blonde. How could she not? Vic was stunning and one of the nicest people she knew. Anyone would be lucky to have someone like her.

The band had just finished a concert in New York, Y/N and Damiano being the first two backstage. The two singers did not hesitate to sit down on the couch in the dressing room. The crowd had been wild and the vibe was electric to say the least. It was one of the best crowds they’ve had on this tour so far.

“When are you finally going to tell her how you feel?” Damiano’s question snapped the H/C haired girl out of thought, her eyes moving to focus on her friend.

An unimpressed expression was painted on her features but the L/N remained silent for the next couple of seconds. She did not like the boys mentioning her secret when Victoria could just walk in and hear what was being said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She feigned innocence.

Damiano rolled his eyes at her response. “Yeah, okay. N/N, we all see how you are with her, even the fans have started to see it. You can’t keep this a secret forever and I don’t understand why you would want to. It is obvious that she likes you too.”

Y/N shook her head. “Absolutely not. There is no way that she likes me. Have you seen her? She’s way too good for me. We are just friends so I doubt she sees me as anything different.”

“You can be so stupid sometimes. Vic is in love with you too. It may be hard for you to believe but she does, so you should try to tell her how you feel. You have had these feelings for how long now and still haven’t tried. I can promise you that it will work out in your favor.” Damiano’s words were meant to be encouraging as he just wanted to see his friends happy.

The female sighed. “It’s not that easy. You know this but every time I’m around her, it’s like butterflies are in my stomach and I get so shy. I have things I want to say but I never want to mess anything up in front of her. She is so perfect to me and I want to be able to be equally as great.”

Damiano smiled when he realized that there were people standing in the doorway. The others had come back and had heard everything pretty much, including Victoria, who had a smile of her own. Y/N had not seemed to realize though, her eyes having been closed and her head laid on the back of the couch, trying to calm herself.

It wasn’t until the bassist spoke that she opened her eyes and seemed to freeze. Vic had heard what she said, there was no way she didn’t.

“You have a crush on me? It’s a good thing that I have feelings for you too.” Vic had a slight teasing tone laced in her words but she meant what she said, which really did surprise the other female.

Damiano stood and walked towards the doorway, whispering something the Ethan and Thomas before glancing at his female friends. “We’ll leave you two alone.”

The three walked away from Y/N and Victoria, going to do God knows what. The L/N was shocked to hear Vic’s own confession and it was obvious, which made the blonde laugh. She went to sit on the couch in the same spot that Damiano had just gotten up from.

“Did I hear that right,” Y/N voiced aloud, not really meaning to.

The bassist nodded. “Yes, you heard that correctly. I have had feelings for you for so long. I thought I had been clear about it but I guess my attempts weren’t enough. So, yes, I love you and it’s something I’ve wanted to say for a while. You really thought you were not good enough for me? You are more than that to me.”

Y/N couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes but she didn’t allow them to fall. This was really happening! Vic actually loved her. She had dreamed of this moment but it felt impossible for it to really happen. However, she couldn’t be happier.

She was speechless at first but soon regained control of her brain. “Really? I just thought you were being friendly to me. You are the most amazing person so yeah, I did think that you wouldn’t see me as anything other than a friend.”

Vic glanced down at N/N’s lips before focusing back on her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

It was such a simple question but it held so much power over the L/N, who was quick to nod and agree. Their lips met and it was better than Y/N imagined. The two pulled away after a couple more seconds and the H/C haired girl smiled.

Vic wrapped her arm around the other girl’s body before asking the important question she had on her mind. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Y/N L/N laughed and her smile never faltered. “Yes, of course! I would love that.”

Victoria brought her now girlfriend closer and rested her head on top of Y/N’s, the two staying like that until they eventually had to get up.

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CSD 2023 The annual CSD (Christopher Street Day) Pride Month in June is a celebration of the LGBTQ+ community and a significant milestone in the history of the LGBTQ+ movement. The origins of Pride Month can be traced back to the events of the Stonewall uprising, which took place in June 1969 on Christopher Street in New York City.

The Stonewall uprising began as a response to repeated police raids on the Stonewall Inn, a popular gay and transgender bar. On that fateful night, the bar's patrons fought back against police harassment and discrimination, marking a turning point in the LGBTQ+ movement and serving as a catalyst for the modern fight for LGBTQ+ rights.

One year after the Stonewall uprising, the first Christopher Street Liberation Day Parade was held in New York City, which is considered a precursor to the CSD Pride Month. In the following years, similar parades and events were organized in various cities across the United States and around the world. These parades became a symbol of pride, visibility, and solidarity within the LGBTQ+ community.

Over time, the CSD Pride Month has evolved into a comprehensive program featuring various events such as parades, demonstrations, concerts, film festivals, exhibitions, and lectures. Its aims are to promote LGBTQ+ rights, combat discrimination, and celebrate the diversity of sexual orientation and gender identity.

The month of June holds symbolic significance as it commemorates the Stonewall uprising and celebrates the progress made in LGBTQ+ rights since then. It serves as a time for reflection, remembrance, and commitment to building a more inclusive and just society for all gender identities and sexual orientations.

Today, the CSD Pride Month is celebrated in many countries worldwide and has garnered broad support from LGBTQ+ organizations, associations, businesses, and individuals. It provides an opportunity to stand up for equality and acceptance and to support the LGBTQ+ community.

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HideDuo HCs bc we are going through it

The March drought is getting to me y'all. I don't know about all y'all but the anniversary isn't the best thing ever, especially with the Hatsune Miku incident.

I think we deserve a little treat for being dedicated to our favorite roommates. Hence these ramblings.

The following applies to the OSMP characters, not actual streamers themselves. This is gonna be very all over the place, overall cursed, and is projecting. I hope yall enjoy-

Fit:

Can play any sport, but hates all of them (except for ice skating, he fucking loves it but he'll never admit it and he can't skate for shit)

Has read fanfiction before

Knows about dreamsmp lore but doesn't know what it all means in context, very much "Did you know a guy fucked a salmon and had a fox as a child?" "He started a country later? The fish fucker???"

Is into more fru fru coffee drinks than he lets on. Like- fuck yea 9/10 times that mother fucker be drinking that shit black, but he loves some good pumpkin spice- tooty fruity-cuchie deluci frappuccino. He'd only give in around sunny tho.

Was a smoker for a hot minute, quit tho when the ashes nearly lit a TNT. Hasn't picked it up since

Is a slut for pig step

Has read The Art of War

Had a celebrity crush on Philza. He still has it but it's defo diminished since he knows him personally.

Showers daily. I don't care that he's a war-torn mf, that man loves taking showers and will never pass up the opportunity to get one.

Has a poster of Miku Binder Jefferson. Someone gave it to him as a secret Santa present and he has no idea who or what to do with it. He's tempted to burn it but he's kind of afraid of it. It's so cursed that it shows up in his nightmares.

He thinks about Forever a lot more than he wants to admit. He's afraid of the possibility of turning into a monster since he was exposed to the black concert a lot. He understands the fear is irrational since it was long ago but the intrusive thought lingers.

He's thought about marriage in general and with Pac. He'd never admit it but he planned out everything from the venue to the music to the vows. He'd easily swipe it all away if Pac said he had an idea of what he wanted it to be like.

is fluent in Morse code

Knows sign language

Hearing aids mf

Has a family somewhere out there, one that he lost or left only to be dumped into TB2T

Loves crosswords, especially during breakfast and right after Ramon goes to bed.

His favorite smell is cinnamon and cocoa butter

Believes in Herobrine

Can't do long division to save his life

Hates the sound of Velcro

Pac:

Likes the Pacman TV show

Smells like cinnamon and cocoa butter

Has too many scars from the cats he's owned over the years.

Married Mike for tax reasons in the past. They play it up that they're bitter divorcés from time to time

Doesn't shower as often as he should, not because he hates it but because he has a long routine and enjoys baths far more

Enjoys tea and coffee equally

Was a homestuck fan (yesIFUCKINGDIDTHATTOHIMWHATAREYAGONNADO???)

Gay awakening was Rufio from Hook

watches Reading Rainbow as an adult

paints on his prosthetic all the damn time

Has a Post-it note collection. He barely uses them but he has a rainbow of them and each color represents a member of the island.

Has a sticker collection

Always carries small snacks for his pocket dude (I heard about this through the wiki, apparently Pac has a pocket boy? If not then he does now lmao) mostly gummy bears and crackers

Is afraid of the ocean. Idk why that just sounds right for him and if it is it recontextualizes the date he had w fit lol

knows Morse code

Knows some phrases in American sign language (fit is teaching him / is learning for fit, whichever is cuter)

Has hacked into a government-locked server, left lobster porn in place of any files he took. Idk which government it was or why he did it, but he did and they haven't recovered since

Is the type to listen to Jon Bellion and Talor Swift. No, i will not elaborate

Has very vivid daydreams. Aside from drugs and PTSD, he has some really nice ones all on his own. Mostly about Fit tbh.

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As the last of the families finished smiling and posing for photos with Jonathan Groff and Miss Amie Vanité (drag performer Christopher Paolini) after the second of two story hours at the Lancaster Convention Center Saturday afternoon — in support of Lancaster Pride and the Lancaster Public Library — the two had a few minutes to talk about the day, and Groff, a bit about his Tony Award experience and his career.

This Q&A has been edited for length and clarity.

Jonathan, you’re here doing an event raising money for the Lancaster Public Library, as well as Lancaster Pride. Is there a book you’re reading, or have read recently, that you can recommend?

Miss Amie Vanité: He recommended I read Barbra’s book.

Jonathan Groff: That’s the one. Thank you! I am now over halfway through the audio book of “My Name is Barbra,” the Barbra Streisand memoir. I’ve gotten up to her directing “Yentl.” I was just listening to it yesterday while I was making dinner.

Which library did you go to as a child?

Groff: Lancaster Library and Strasburg Library. And the libraries in my elementary school, Smoketown [Elementary], and middle school. My library teacher was here today! Did you have a school library you went to, Miss Amie?

Miss Amie: I had a school library that I was in all the time. I went to the Reading Public Library and the Wyomissing Public Library.

Groff to Miss Amie: What was your favorite book that you read today [at the story hour]?

Miss Amie: That’s a toss-up between “If You Plant a Seed” [by Kadir Nelson] and ��One Equals Many” [by Sonny Dean]. They’re so short, but they’re so poignant and so important.

Jonathan, you have been involved in Pride events in bigger cities. You were the grand marshal of the New York City Pride Parade (in 2014). This is your first event for Lancaster Pride ... .

Groff: This means more to me than anything I’ve ever done, at any Pride event. To be back in Lancaster, to be sitting next to Miss Amie. This combination of celebrating Pride and being in my hometown is unparalleled. It’s incredible.

Miss Amie: I was so blown away and excited that you wanted to come and do this and be a part of us here. It means the world.

Groff: To me, too.

Jonathan, a lot of the interviews you did with national media, leading up to the Tony Awards, seemed very introspective. You talked a lot about the 20 years since you moved to New York, and how your career has evolved since then. What did you learn from that?

Groff: It’s part of why I’m here right now. That opportunity of “Merrily [We Roll Along],” for the actors and the characters and also for the audience, was to really become introspective and look back on your life — things that worked out, things that didn’t work out, regrets, mistakes you’ve made, and when I read about what had happened in March with Miss Amie [the cancellation of the library story time and threats received], I was in the middle of the “Merrily” run. And I can’t believe I’ve done all of these gay events and I’ve never gone to my hometown. I’ve gone home to celebrate the theater, and the theaters I’ve worked at, but I’ve never gone purely for Pride. So, when this happened, and I was receiving these articles that my friends from home were sending me, it felt like such an obvious invitation to pick up the phone and call Lancaster Pride and Miss Amie, and make good on what happened in March.

Can you talk at all about what’s next for you, professionally? It was reported in Deadline and elsewhere that you were performing in an industry reading last month, of a musical about [1960s pop star and activist] Bobby Darin, called “Just In Time” [with the possibility of it being developed for Broadway. Groff had performed a Bobby Darin concert at New York’s 92nd Street Y in 2018].

Groff: Yes. We did that, and it went great. And it was really fun, and we’ll see what happens.

Has the type or volume of the [job] offers that you get changed since winning the Tony Award?

Groff: Yes. It’s more emails, more texts. It’s amazing.

I put Lancaster in the first sentence of my [Tony acceptance] speech because I love this city so much and I love this county so much, and I really prepared what I said in that moment, because I thought, if I get the chance to speak, I want to make sure I’m very intentional about every word that I’m saying. Because I’ve officiated five weddings now, and I started to, at the second and third wedding, comprehend the value of what you say when people are listening. And that goes from that moment, that opportunity I had to speak at the Tonys, all the way to this moment today with Miss Amie. It matters. It matters what we say and what we do, and it’s important to be intentional about those things. I learned that from that experience. And I’m feeling the ripple effects of that even months later

What was going through your mind between the time you heard your name called [as the Tony winner] and the time you got to the stage to make your speech?

Groff: I was really conscious of the people I was embracing. So I remember seeing my mom, my dad, my brother, our director, Maria [Friedman], who had just lost in her category ... and I lifted her up [off her feet]. Saw Dan [Radcliffe, his “Merrily” co-star], and then I remember thinking I have to get this out as fast as possible, because I have, I think, 45 seconds, and I wanted to say what’s in my heart. So that was the big goal.

Anything else you’re working on that you can talk about?

Groff: Unfortunately, I can’t. But when I can, I’ll let you know.

Is there any category of entertainment job — writing, directing, Shakespeare, a superhero film — that you’re especially anxious to explore?

Groff: I’m open to everything. Today it’s story time with Miss Amie.

[dearweirdme]

Is there you Rain, or anyone here who can talk about 2018 at length. I'm kinda new to taekookery and doesn't understand 2018-2019 period. That whole set up and disghuising or hiding Taehyung when Jungkook got sick. What was that? Didn't army find it weird? It's not even taekookers randomly linking things. It's open if you wanna see it. And I don't know if it is 2018 or 19 but taekook interaction on concert became less. A lot of things they used to do with each other was either given to do with Jmn or Jin. And it's not only about both.

2017 Taehyung attracted lot of attention and suddenly in 2018 you see him all the members equally (well except Jungkook) and this weird narrative that started in 2017 about Taehyung being too rude and disinterested in group escalated. You think along with Taekook Bighit had a major 🦴 to pick with Taehyung. Like he was getting too much attention. I can't forget how he cried on stage. That's the first time I've seen him so overwhelmed.

I don't know how true is this but I've read this somewhere. BH doesn't fear too much that Taehyung will leave the group but he will take Jungkook with him. I think it's correct to an extent. I don't mean it by saying Taehyung is any less than Jungkook. Just two people leaving would be a huge blowout for the company especially when one of them is main singer and one of the main dancer.

My thoughts are scattered. If you have any comments on this, I would appreciate listening to your thoughts or anyone who can expand and simplify this.

Hi anon!

I can't really speak in depth about 2018/2019, because I wasn't around then. If anyone has experiences or takes on this to share please do! I also think Kayla's blog is a great source to visit, because it gives a great chronological recounting of events @taekooktimeline , but you probably already found her.

In general I feel the separating began before 2018. I think when it became clear to the company that Jk and Tae were a couple they likely made rules and boundaries for them to adhere to. Tae and Jk were probably told not to be too close on camera (which must've been real hard in practice, because they would have had to find a balance between too close and not too awkward). So I think they themselves tried to hide their relationship. Aside from that, staff would also have had instructions on how to deal with them. WHich resulted into things like Tae not being with Jk when he was sick. Peoples minds work black and white sometimes, so I think for the people involved some situations would have been easier to detect as 'risky' than others. When Jk got sick for instance.. that clicks as an important moment and they would know not to have Tae too close. On other stuff though.. such as a Run episode.. we'll see Tae and Jk super close just becasue those times it wouldn't have clicked as a risky moment perse.

On your thoughts about BH not minding Tae leaving... I don't really agree. Tae has a huge fanbase and is amongst the most popluar members.. if not the most popular at times. Even though he doesn't get the most singing opportunities out of all members, I think his voice is really important to BTS's sound and aside from Jk I think his vocal skills are the strongest (not hate to any members, just stating my perception). Tae is also a great performer and a great dancer. They make such use of him as a visual. Aside from that, losing a member is a scandal amongst kpop groups.. it would've refelcted badly on Bh and BTS. I think.. had Tae not been as valuable as he is.. they would've kicked him to the side when they discovered Tae and Jk were more than friends. Though they treat him like shit, I don't think BH want's Tae to go at all.

[harryssyndrome]

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Summary: Walking in one of the largest cities of world can be tiring, YN can come with kinda crazy solution and be memorably funny for the duo.

Word Count: 2k approx

Warning: None

A/N: I don’t know if things could really be this easy, maybe one I will try🫣 but I don’t recommend it for anyone, so don’t!

Also I’m sorry if it’s not great tho I tried my best. I’ve been outta touch for some time. Hope you enjoy!

Quarter past midnight, Harry saw the time on his wristwatch as he and YN walked around the 57th Street of the city that never sleeps. The boys were here five days earlier for their concert, which gave the duo this opportunity to spend time together, exploring when there were less chances of being recognized by fans or being caught by paparazzi.

“Aren’t you tired? Even I am tired now. You were rehearsing earlier and now this… what did you ate today?” YN turns to face Harry, taking a sip of her cold coffee.

“We ate almost the same thing! You’re even important to me and deserve my time equally. You spent your whole day watching me, I can spend my night adoring you and talking about tired? I am but just a bit.” YN smiled through glistening eyes at her boyfriend, falling in love with him even more. He never fails to make her feel loved by him.

“Thank you for everything YN. You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world and I’m lucky enough to say I’m yours.” Harry says as YN pulls him into a slow yet soft kiss.

Pulling apart YN said “I know a way you won’t be tired anymore but still travel around” Harry rises his brow up, sipping on his drink “Doesn’t sound good” earning a playful punch on his shoulder.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Harry says wide eyed.

“It’s gonna be fun! Trust me!” YN said casually, looking at entrance of Hotel Four Seasons as valet opens the door for new guest’s car.

“We’re gonna end up in jail! Trust me!” Harry copied YN, who rolled her eyes playfully and smiled at him saying, “then you don’t watch enough Hollywood movies, I have a plan.”

“I watch them enough to know it’s not possible in real life. If your ‘plan’ - Harry air quotes - goes a single percent wrong, then we’ll spend the whole night sitting in jail and then don’t tell me ‘I told you so’ becau-” YN cuts him off “We’ll pull this off! It’s not like we’re stealing it… we’re just you know, borrowing the car without telling the owner.”

“Isn’t that called Stealing?” He pointed out.

“Shut up dude. Just do as I say and I promise we’ll make the best midnight memories and everyone should have once in a lifetime for everything even jail I guess.” YN then leaves his side and starts to walk towards the hotel.

“YN!” Harry whisper yelled and she just waved back, leaving him with no choice but follow her.

That’s what it was like to be with YN, a carefree girl who challenged everything and wasn’t afraid of anything, there was a different adrenaline rush when around her. He jogged down to her, he pulled out his handkerchief and started fake sneezing as they approached the entrance, it was easy to walk inside as there was not much rush.

They sneaked into the laundry room and YN stole a uniform to disguise her into a staff member. Just changed her coat into the hotel suit, “how do I look?”

“Hot as ever” Harry commented, “c’mon lover boy, we’re halfway there” they paced out of room without getting caught but the game is not over yet.

Upon reaching there, YN stopped Harry and said “stay here and wait for my signal.” He nodded, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he watched YN heading approaching the vehicle of a new guest.

“Welcome Sir! Hope you had a pleasant journey” YN greeted as she opened the door for the man who smiled with a “very well” while heading inside. YN helped the unknown hotel porter in taking the luggage out of the boot and transferred into the carrier, then she took the keys from the valet saying “oh let me park this car! I’ve never driven a Audi before, I want feel the engine” truth to be told, YN has driven the more powerful beast - Harry’s Audi S7.

Fast and Furious franchise inspired her to learn drift, driving like formula one race car on tracks or better like cops are chasing. She’s so into cars, to an extent where she can guess the problem of the car, the type of engine it has by the sound, maybe that’s why she’s called the encyclopedia by Liam. “You want the adrenaline rush? Get in the car with YN” as the boys say.

YN hopped inside the car, her eyes glanced at Harry was peeking out the whole scene. According to plan, he came out of the hiding and told the valet to “get his suitcase”, he ran out and sat into the co-passenger seat. He wasn’t able to close the door when YN hit the gas hardly making the engine roar, echoes running through the lonely streets.

The couple laughed out loud uncontrollably “I can’t believe that worked!” Harry grabs his girlfriend’s palm, placing a few kisses.

“So… should I say ‘I told you so’ instead?"

"Well we didn't end up in the 'tation and you got hands the wheel so yeah, it's on me... and you do know we have to return it back the way it was right?" as the car slowed down at the red signal, YN signed before facing him, "Can't you enjoy the moment and forget about that part? and I can't give it back as it was" YN saw Harry's expression and chuckled "it's not like you think. I'm not gonna reck it of course, but actually use up the 'free' gasoline."

The green light signaled YN for another crazy idea, she hit the gas and the engine roared to life as she drifted to right lane, making Harry fall into her, she giggled while moving the car like butter on the road, slipping between the cars. Harry’s eyes were filled with adorable and his face displayed joy. She was right, he thought - they were making one of the best midnight memories. He broke out of his trance by YN when she let go of the steering wheel raising hands in the air, shouting “Take the wheel, take the wheel!” He immediately took control over it, laughing and shouting back at her “YN YOU CANT JUST LET GO OF THE WHEEL IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROAD!” “THAT’S WHAT THE FUN IS H!” She screams back, Harry chuckles, shaking head in disapproval.

“Louis and Liam are still getting used to my crazy driving style, I don’t how you don’t get scared of your life like Zayn sometimes!” She said, remembering the one time Zayn had her stop the car because he was scared just within 39 minutes into their journey while the boys at the backseat were looking at each other, laughing.

Driving through the Times Square it didn’t felt like the time was almost 2 am. “I trust you with my life just like boys. I don’t want to remember the way it was before you, I feel truly alive in every moment you. Without you there’s nothing to live for. I love you YN and I wish to be ‘ere with you forever.” He confessed, eyes glistening at YN who too was emotional. She suddenly the car without warning disturbing the traffic, turning off the car in parking then she removed her seatbelt and jumped across the seat into Harry’s lap, he placed his hands on either side of her and pulled her into long desperate kiss.

Desperate need of air made them to break the kiss, forehead against each other “I love you” YN whispers.

After a little make out session, Harry get out of the car and reaches to open the door for YN. The couple walk their way to the Times Square, hand in hand. YN starts to capture the moment in her phone. Now it was Harry’s turn for something kinda crazy - he started to do his little dance.

They requested an old woman passing by to record them dance together and gladly accepted. The lady smiled fondly at young lovers while some fans recognized them so they too started to record them in their phones. As she was done recording the lady handed the phone back to them and bid goodbye.

They travel around for some more until they finally decided to wrap the night. YN had Harry to drive back into the hotel car parking lot then she went to keep the keys back into place and as she about to leave a porter came and questioned what was she doing, YN did acted as if she’s sobbing and crying, she took off the uniform she was wearing and gave it to him saying “I quit!” She didn’t give the man time to ask anything further, she quickly paced back to Harry who was waiting by other side of the street.

On the way back to their hotel in the taxi, YN told Harry about everything that happened, Harry joked about how he felt sorry for that employee.

Next Morning

“How was the night guys?” Asked Niall, falling on the couch, the duo gave a mischievous look “kinda crazy” as the boys looked at each other confused.

“What do you mean?”

[mooniety]

Ever thought about how Susie most likely went an incredibly long time without any hugs?

I can't imagine there was anyone for her to hug during her time in Another Dimension, and I feel like Haltmann wasn't willing to accept hugs from her when she came back considering he forgot her existence.

Tragic deprivation of hugs. (and many other things)

Probably the last time she was hugged was from her dad before the AD accident.

I bet Susie would break if someone hugged her for the first time post-AD accident. Whether it be crying or some other incredibly dramatic emotional reaction out of the norm of what she'd be like at that point. Regardless of whoever it may be that gives her that first hug after so long, depending on one's headcanon (whether it be Kirby, or Meta Knight, or Taranza, or Magolor, or whoever in general)

She could use a hug for sure, I think.

i have! now here's a significantly longer answer to this!

i apologize for the late response as well, i really wanted to give this ask the most appropriate answer i possibly could & may still do additional edits after posting:

i agree that susie probably wouldn't be hugging anything but herself in the another dimension - i assume that being deprived of any human connection, especially physical touch, for at least a decade would be the equivalent of sitting in an insane asylum for an equal amount of time, or even more when you consider the sphere doomers & their funny little enderman powers

furthermore, i also can concur with haltmann being generally against giving/receiving hugs, it's pretty difficult to imagine an egomaniac businessman (when we meet him in robobot at least, beyond that is all dependent on personal headcanons) willing to suck up to someone of a lesser position than himself, especially if it's his very own conglomerate

however, there's something that keeps me from completely settling with that notion, specifically in regards to susie:

throughout robobot, we can see that susie has a very large presence in haltmann's life besides just being his secretary, whether it be the gold statues that heavily resemble her, her image on the hwc currency as shown in haltmann's 2.0 boss battle, how she oversaw the mechanization of popstar (although that one could be easily chocked up to just being his secretary), haltmann's approval of the ice cream factory, her concerts for him as seen in the 100% completion cutscene, & a little personal headcanon of my own:

giving her the opportunity via arduous tasks to join hwc without any sort of previous resume nor prestige, possibly due to sympathy after hearing her story about being his long lost daughter & having really nowhere to go after that - the way i imagine it is similar to a situation where someone in need directly asks you for help, although you may not be personally acquainted with that person, it would feel wrong if you didn't at least try to provide them with some sort of help to get them back on the road

susie clearly means a lot to him despite his negative & usually apathetic disposition & shows that he's potentially already crossed his own personal boundaries once if not multiple times for her & would do so again in a heartbeat --but only under the pretense that she would have to ask him first

i specifically mention "ask" as a majority if not all of haltmann's "canonical" affection towards susie can be easily regarded as implicit. in spite of that, with the amount of care he's shown, i feel confident enough to say that he most likely wouldn't be against the idea of giving susie (& ONLY susie) something like a hug as well as may even view giving her a hug a minor thing for her of all people to ask for

but let's think about why SUSIE wouldn't ask/hug haltmann? some immediate reasons i can think of are:

a bad reaction from him when she first hugged him after returning from the another dimension (perhaps before explaining her story to him)

out of respect as her higherup/boss (remember, haltmann's affection towards susie has been up to this point very indirect, i doubt he himself would actually offer to hug her, so she'd probably never know if he wanted a hug/to hug her)

abiding to company etiquette

or going into crack headcanon territory, quietly waiting for the day he'll get all his memories of her back. & with how overly imaginative & grandiose susie tends to be, she'd probably be more than just willing to wait to hug her father for that one special day (which of course, never happens.)

but this is all assuming that she'd still even be willing to hug anyone let alone seek physical connection in correlation to her time in the another dimension, as although haltmann is her father & she may have hugged him in the past, sometimes our more recent personal experiences weigh more. & after her very fun trip to disneyland, i imagine she's learned to be paranoid & generally distrustful of others, perhaps stemming from previous life-or-death situations in which she believed she could trust others only to be immediately betrayed by those same individuals

for example, think about all our battles with the sphere doomers in kirby's return to dreamland: initially, we're led to believe that after finishing the extra stage we can immediately obtain the energy spheres via reaching for them in the middle of a suspiciously boss-like platform. however, as soon as we actually reach them, a sphere doomer suddenly forms around the spheres as a sort of surprise attack, forcing us fight in order to obtain them

although we may be able to immediately identify that this is a trap majority of the time, susie was most likely very young & thus naive. combined with the idea that she most likely was also very desperate to survive, it's not hard to imagine that she'd fall for similar traps multiple times before learning not to trust anything in the another dimension

we can even somewhat see her skepticism in a few of her cutscenes in robobot, specifically whenever she mentions the possibility of the mother computer/star dream being imperfect & i can only imagine that it would only continue to further grow as kirby, the person who saved her--the only other person she potentially ever trusted in her life--also led to her father's demise

a hug for susie is like a wrecking ball to a tower entirely made of glass, although it appears tall & encompassing, it's ultimately fragile & unreliable as a source of security

phewwwwww, now i've reached the end with that tangent, i can totally agree that susie would literally shatter into pieces of she were hugged by someone, but i doubt it'd be a dramatic emotional reaction as i can't imagine her knowing how to react, let alone understand the concept of physical connection after such a long period of time

for her, i feel like it's one of those moments where you think about how much you're touching someone, yet, in spite of all the awkwardness, something about it makes you feel a bit more complete than before.

homegirl needs a hug, maybe a bit more than that, but better to start with baby steps than to put all our eggs in one basket

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 14: anonymous sex

monsta x 1.9k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Chae Hyungwon NSFW

🖤 warnings: music as a form of intimacy(?), anonymous sexual encounter, public sex🖤

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You don’t like EDM.

Or, no, it’s not that you dislike it, necessarily. You’ve just never counted the genre among your favorites. It’s unavoidable, though, as the soundtrack of choice for festivals, clubs, and TikToks alike.

And concerts, as you’re discovering tonight.

This is supposed to be a pop-rock kind of show, some band that your friend recommended, playing at a dingy little venue downtown that you frequented as a student. You were younger then, looser with the amount you drank, less concerned with the music playing and much more concerned with meeting someone cute in the crowd to take home (or, far more realistically, to just fantasize about with your friends). Bagging the lead singer for one wild night, meeting your soulmate among the sweaty throngs of moshing music fans…you’ve imagined it all, drunk and ridiculous with your friends.

But now, older and less patient and looking for a simple solo night out with good music and a reasonable number of alcoholic beverages, you’re slightly dismayed to learn that the first act you’ll have to sit through before the headlining band is a DJ.

A DJ. Not even another, lesser-known rock group. But a DJ.

It’s your own fault, you reason, for not checking the ticket listing more carefully, or scrutinizing the posters on the way in. You could have arrived later, missed the opener, and taken your time getting ready.

But you snagged a rare high-top table along the side of the open floor, which is exceptionally good luck, so maybe you’re better off having come early, after all. You’re comfortable, perched on a stool, slightly taller and far more relaxed than the milling groups of people standing around, the brave souls already crushed a few rows deep against the front barrier along the stage.

Even if you have to sit through some DJ’s lame-ass set.

Your interest is piqued, though only slightly, when the lights dim and the DJ himself walks onstage.

He’s kind of unassuming at first glance, just a tall guy in a dark hoodie and a brightly-colored jacket overtop. Even when he faces the crowd from behind his setup, he doesn’t look like much. A mop of dark hair, a small delicate face barely visible under the drooping hood of his sweatshirt.

He kind of reminds you of a turtle, if you’re being honest. The slight point to his thick (…pretty) upper lip gives him a slightly reptilian look, complete with dark tired eyes and a kind of slow precision to his movements.

He introduces himself as DJ H. ONE, which strikes you as kind of funny.

Most DJs would take the beginning of their set to plug their socials, try to hype the crowd, or do something else equally as embarrassing, but he doesn’t. No, he just gets into it, hands right at the turntables, skittering across the laptop that he carried onstage with him.

The music’s not terrible, either.

You still don’t like EDM much, though, so rather than dancing like some of the more excited people at the front of the crowd are doing, you’re just sitting there. Enjoying yourself, sure, but not exactly partying. You’ll be happier when the band comes out.

“You’re so hot!”

The call ringing up from the front row surprises you, and it seems to surprise the DJ just as much. But his bemusement passes quickly, and with a strikingly charming half-smile, he pushes the hood off and shakes out his dark hair.

He…is kind of hot, isn’t he?

It’s a small venue, and under the harsh spotlight you can clearly see how the semicircles of eyesmile stand out on his face. He’s relaxed a little bit now, it seems, as he bounces more intently to the beat that he’s manipulating, bobbing his head to the staccato bass.

The DJ’s gaze passes over the front-row crowd, the equal-opportunity party people who are getting down to his music, and then.

And then he looks at you.

He looks at you, he meets your eye, and he pauses.

You can’t figure out why, for a moment – you don’t know each other, you’ve never met, and after a quick glance downward you conclude that nothing Is noticeably wrong with your outfit – until it dawns on you.

You’re here alone, you stand out from the crowd because you’re sitting rather than standing, and you aren’t dancing. Friends have told you before that you’re capable of some intense resting bitch face, and you’ve probably been aiming it directly at the guy as you scrutinize his good looks and his musical aptitude.

He’s looking right at you, eyes unreadable even as his hands keep working the keys and knobs. He doesn’t seem offended by your lack of reaction. Rather, it seems like curiosity.

He breaks the eye contact, focus returning to the task at hand. He tilts his head to the side, telegraphing his careful consideration.

The song changes, the hard beat he’d been throwing down melting away into something smoother, more melodic, an R&B kind of sway. A few whoops of approval come up from the crowd, taking in the new atmosphere.

But the DJ simply looks back at you.

There’s a question in the shrug of his shoulders, and you’re a little self-conscious that he’s even asking.

This is better, you have to admit to yourself. The sultry slow jams are usually your pick over the loud club bangers, hence your general disinterest in EDM. But this guy is playing a game, and you can’t let him win so easily.

You cross your arms over your chest, and you fix him with a flat look. You can’t help the grin that creeps onto your face, though, as he takes in your stubborn dismissal and nods resolutely.

The music changes again, and this time it’s reggaeton.

You laugh.

Why this DJ has decided that pleasing one particular audience member is his main priority for the night, you can’t fathom. But that’s what he’s doing. It’s undoubtable now. He’s trying to get a reaction out of you, feeling out what kind of music you like.

Suddenly, all the fantasies that your younger self had conjured in this very room, the silly and impossible trysts with artists and rockstars, seem very much possible.

You’d laughed at the sudden left turn, but as the DJ smiles at you, baring small even teeth and wrinkling his nose delicately, you shake your head. If he’s looking for music that’s your style, he hasn’t found it.

His set has to be coming to an end, soon. He’s been onstage for nearly 20 minutes, somehow.

He’s still looking at you, eyes gleaming. You raise your bare wrist and tap it, as if showing him a watch face. Time’s up, dude.

The DJ gives you another nod. He grins even wider.

The reggaeton fades away, replaced with the familiar guitar-heavy opening of a song. Even so, it takes you a few bars to recognize exactly what you’re hearing.

When you put it together, you laugh again, harder. It’s a song by the band that you’re here to see that got heavy radio play a few years back, popular enough that even you, a casual fan by the loosest definition, know every word. It’s remixed, of course, but the crowd goes absolutely wild with anticipation. Smart.

The slightly smug look on the DJ’s face makes you want to be contrary for the sake of the game, though, so you shrug through your laughter. It’s a mixed message since you can’t help but sway along to the music, but that’s fine.

He hasn’t spoken for the duration of the set, but as the last chorus of the song comes around, he reaches for the microphone.

“Getting excited?”

His voice is deep, slightly nasal, and tinged with a kind of whine that makes you wonder what other tones he can take on, in other situations.

The crowd whoops back, a little half-hearted, but he grins. “I can tell.”

You’ve never encountered a person of so few words, because he doesn’t say anything else as he taps and mixes his way through the end of the track. And it ends, resounding, as the DJ pulls his hood back up and settles it carelessly over his dark shaggy hair.

“You’ve been great,” he says, leaning into the microphone as he disconnects his laptop from the rest of the system. “Catch you later.”

It’s a casual goodbye, and you’d be a little disappointed to see him go, except for the fact that he sends you another grin and a little nod toward the opposite corner of the room. Toward the backstage access door, you realize.

He can’t be serious.

Despite the daydreams you’ve made in this room over the years, despite your deep fascination with this man and his intentions, you don’t want to look overeager. You really don’t want to go running to the stage door like a teenage groupie, no matter how interesting or cute of a guy is trying to link up.

The stage crew takes away the DJ setup, and lowers the arrangement for the band. The instruments come out, and the lights cycle through a quick test.

And then the headlining band comes on, with no sign of your DJ.

Must not’ve been that serious.

You’ll enjoy the concert, anyway. Comfortable at your high-seater table, with a drink and a good view over the bouncing crowd, you settle in for the rest of the night.

About three songs into the set, there’s a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, expecting a drunk girl doing whatever it is drunk girls do but not-so-secretly hoping-

The DJ.

Smiling, standing there just behind your seat. He says something, but you can’t hear him over the roar of the band. You just regard him for a moment, his pretty face and his dark hoodie.

It would be a shame to lose this prime seat, and even more of a shame to miss the main act that you paid to see.

You stand up, carefully check that you have all your belongings, and you walk toward the exit.

He's behind you, all the way. You can hear his footsteps. But before you can make it to the outside door, there's a hand on your shoulder, slim fingers and heavy rings.

"You actually trying to dip out?" he asks.

"Did you want me to stay?"

He shrugs broad shoulders, peering at you from under his hood. "If you wanted."

It's not even a closet, but a hallway.

Backstage, mostly dark, dingy crushed velvet on the walls. An ill-kempt attempt at luxury, smelling strongly of cigarette smoke and dust.

It feels kind of nice against you, though, as your DJ crowds you between it and himself.

Hurried, is the word for it. His jeans are down just enough, your bottoms moved out of the way. Both of you still fully dressed. There's no time for formalities, no need for more intimacy than this. His attention from the stage was like foreplay, and his fingers up your thigh, between your legs, was even more.

When he buries himself in you, you swear you see stars.

"Don't you wanna tell me your name?" he asks, into your hair.

You wonder wryly if he wants a name to moan. Something to hold onto, while he loses himself in you.

You fix his hoodie on top of his fluffy hair, brush your fingers down his face.

"Ask me next time."

[rabbitcruiser]

International Jazz Day 

Join your community in appreciating and recognizing the rich culture and heritage of jazz. Visit a local jazz club, or revisit some of the greatest musicians in history.

International Jazz Day is a beautiful time to celebrate the gift of music and to come together as a community. It’s a chance to listen to a variety of musicians and hear their talents live all around the world.

Learning more about the day will help any musical enthusiast to appreciate all the benefits of listening to jazz. Music lovers from around the world will gather to attend jazz festivals, parties, and events to help celebrate the day and this specific type of music. Now is the perfect opportunity to take up a musical instrument such as the trumpet, saxophone, piano or clarinet and start to make music so one can understand what all the hype is about.

International Jazz Day highlights the ability for jazz to unite people from all walks of life and draw together folks from around the globe. No one is left out, as this day brings together artists, schools, communities, historians, academics, and jazz aficionados to raise awareness around this type of music and educate the public about the roots, impact, and future of jazz. There’s a deep-rooted message attached to this day of celebration, such as reinforcing international cooperation and communication.

It brings to light the need for intercultural dialogue and mutual understanding through one of the best ways possible, music. The power of the music will be apparent when participants view people of all backgrounds, forgetting about their differences and joining together to celebrate jazz. Any adverse circumstances from the past or present are suddenly forgotten or pushed aside, and people begin to focus on friendship, freedom, hope, and dignity instead.

The day itself is intended to promote peace, diversity, respect among different cultures, and highlight the need for human rights and dignity. The music itself addresses the desire for eliminating discrimination and promoting the freedom of expression. Youth are also encouraged to participate by enacting change and helping to foster gender equality. One will have the chance to experience how much life and love emerges when the day kicks off, and musicians from all over begin to jam and play their music.

History of International Jazz Day

It all began in 2011 when the United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization declared International Jazz Day as an opportunity to give recognition to jazz music and state its role to unite people all around the globe. It’s been going strong ever since and people look forward to this day each year when music lovers from around the world can share in the experience of listening to and making jazz music.

The idea itself emerged from jazz pianist and UNESCO Goodwill Ambassador Herbie Hancock. Together, the UNESCO Director-General and Hancock chair the event and ensure people from all over come out to participate in the celebration each year. Cities such as Paris, New Orleans, and New York were some of the first to begin to educate the public on the event and draw excitement to Jazz Day.

The Host City goes as far as to organize an All-Star Global Concert which brings together over two-dozen jazz musicians from all parts of the world in or around a historical landmark. It’s interesting to know that the popularity of the day has grown immensely over the years. Now, nearly 200 countries participate in International Jazz Day.

You can visit just about any location and hear and experience jazz music at its finest. You’ll witness artists and onlookers expressing themselves in their own unique and individual way. Cape Town, South Africa is the Host City for 2020, so one should make a note of this if he or she wants to travel and see some of the best musicians perform their music live. Not only will there be music present at the event, but organizers are also planning an extensive educational and community outreach program for people to participate in and as a way for them to expand their knowledge.

How to Celebrate International Jazz Day

There are many ways for how people around the world can celebrate International Jazz Day. There is no right or wrong way to go about it, and all communities may have their unique take and twist on the day. For example, there may be live concerts and events to attend, and people might want to host their own parties.

Not only are there concerts and events taking place internationally, but many will also hold jam sessions and educational workshops and conferences, as well as organize community outreach programs. Anyone can locate and access jazz educational materials from the International Jazz Day website to help them run their event. The public shouldn’t be afraid to insert themselves in the conversation and start an event or discussion around the topic to help create awareness around the day.

The common denominator is that there will be a lot of jazz music to be heard and played. It’s an opportunity for those unfamiliar with this type of music to get more acquainted with it and learn about its roots and history. One can witness people of all ages and backgrounds moving to the music and enjoying themselves while the performers work hard to put on a show that anyone can appreciate.

International Jazz Day is undoubtedly a celebration to be aware of and take part in if a person is looking to expand their horizons and musical knowledge. There’s so much to see and take in around the globe when this day rolls around. There will be no choice but to participate in some sort of event that’s happening in the area. It’s a time to appreciate the musicians and their talents and bring people together to experience this particular type of music without any judgment.

Go ahead and give one of these events or jam sessions a try and see for oneself how engaging jazz music is and witness its ability to bring together people from across the globe and find common ground. Let this year be the year that people let their guards down and allow themselves to experience the day by listening, conversing, and moving their bodies to the wonderful sounds of jazz.

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