#At an inhaler concert no less?? Tumblr posts

[bro-atz]

rollin'

in which: you go to punish san for wearing a revealing outfit, only for him to turn the tables on you.

pair: idol!san/afab!reader

word count: 1.8k

content: smut, pwp, established relationship, nicknames (baby), san goes from being sweet to spicy... oop, they fuck backstage double oop, oral sex, throat fucking, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: based off this video and i fully blame @skteezcursed

You didn't understand the KQ stylists at all. When San asked you to come watch him perform, you didn't think you would see that much of him on stage, and truthfully, you were upset. You didn't like that he was pretty much giving a free show to all of the Atiny in the crowd, and the thought that he was going to be wearing useless clothing like this for the entirety of the tour only agitated you further.

When the concert ended, with the help of some of the KQ staff, you went backstage to meet San. He looked completely drained after the concert, but the second he saw you, his face lit up, and he scurried towards you. Seeing his face giddy with affection made you a little less angry— how could you be angry at him when he gave you the cutest smile in existence?— but you were still upset.

"Hi, baby," he said before leaving a light kiss on your cheek. "Did you like the concert?"

The second you looked at him, San's smile faltered.

"You... You didn't like it?" he asked, his voice slowly getting smaller.

"Come with me," you told him quietly.

Grabbing the collar of his outfit, you dragged him to one of the empty rooms and locked the door behind you. You wasted no time in removing the pathetic piece of sparkly fabric from him, San's eyes widening.

"W-Wait, baby," he gulped nervously. "We have send off... I don't have much time—"

"Then we better make this quick."

Grabbing the back of his neck, you pulled him towards you and kissed him, his hands immediately wrapping around your waist. Despite the fact that he was nervous about the time, you knew that he desperately needed relief based off the way his hips were pressing against your body; that, and the way he was kissing you hungrily and sloppily, his teeth grazing your lower lip every so often.

"Fuck... Why are you doing this, baby?" San asked, his voice incredibly sensual as you left loud kisses along his neck.

"This," you murmured between kisses. "Is revenge for revealing what's mine to an entire stadium of fans."

San shivered when you slid your hands down to his chest, your fingers rubbing along his nipples before moving to his ribs and waist. You trailed your kisses down the middle of his chest and along his stomach, only for San to run his fingers through your hair and grab your roots tightly to bring your head back so that you would look at him.

"You better not be leaving any marks, baby," San warned.

You frowned. As badly as you wanted to mark him to tell the whole fandom that this man was taken, that he was yours, his request (more like order) was reasonable. With a small huff, you sunk to your knees, and you got to work on his pants. You heard him inhale sharply when you pulled his hard, throbbing cock out of his pants, and a groan rumbled in the back of his throat when you left a light kiss on the tip. You briefly took him into your mouth, the man nearly stumbling backwards because of how sudden your movements were.

Rather than properly suck him off, you teased him. You would take the entirety of his fat cock into your mouth, suck, then take it out. You did this over and over again until two things happened: one being that there was a trail of saliva connecting your tongue to his cock, and the other being San completely losing his patience. He pulled you to your feet and walked you backwards until your back was pressed against a wall.

While you weren't allowed to leave a single mark on San, he marked you up nicely. He buried his face in your neck and left light hickeys all over your neck and shoulder while his hands moved up to grip and knead your breasts. You let out a breathy moan the rougher and more impatient he got with you, your hands clinging to his shoulders.

"Turn around for me baby," San whispered in your ear.

You turned and pressed yourself against the wall the second you felt San's hands grip your ass. You decided to wear a dress for the concert, and under the dress, you had nothing but your panties on, which was a surprise to him.

"You thought coming here like this would be a smart idea, baby?" San asked you through gritted teeth as he smacked your ass. "What if someone looked up your dress?"

"How is that any different than being practically naked on stage, San?" you couldn't help but run your mouth.

San smacked your ass again, making you yelp quietly. He leaned in close to you, his hot breath on your ear making you shiver.

"Because I get paid for this. You, on the other hand, are giving a free show to anyone who wants to see."

San flipped your dress up so that your asscheeks and panties were exposed to the chilly air backstage. He grabbed and pulled your cheeks apart before tugging the waistband of your panties upwards, the fabric digging into your pussy. You whined and whimpered the more he teased you. You reached behind you to grab his wrists, but he ended up grabbing yours instead and pinning them on the wall above your head with one hand, the other firmly clenching your buttock.

"What's wrong?" San asked, his lips near your ear again, the sound of his low voice making every cell in your body scramble for dear life. "Use your words."

"F-Fuck," you whispered. "I want you inside me, baby. Please..."

"Alright, only because you asked so nicely," San purred. "But also because I don't think I can wait much longer, either."

San released your wrists so that he could push your panties to the side with one hand and stroke his cock with the other. He collected some of your arousal on the tip and spread it down his length before lining up his cock with your entrance. He moved you slightly so that you were completely pressed up against the wall before pushing his fat cock through you. You bit your lower lip to keep from crying loudly when you felt him muscle his way through your tight cunt.

What originally began as a punishment for him being shirtless on stage became a punishment for you flashing everyone if the wind hit you like you were Marilyn Monroe (but was it really a punishment if you were enjoying every second of it?). He rolled his hips upwards into you fluidly but with so much power that your entire body moved upwards with every thrust. You only felt more pleasure run through your body when his hands moved to your waist, allowing him to have more control over your body as he rut more powerfully into you.

"Mmm, fuck, San," you moaned, your head moving upwards while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "So good—!"

San let out a throaty chuckle. His hand moved to your neck, his fingers pressing into your skin lightly, making the pleasure build even more. You gasped slightly when the pressure from his fingers went away, and you were going to whine had he not turned your head so that he could kiss you feverishly.

However, the angle was a little too awkward for him. He pulled out and turned you around, your back slamming into the wall a little too hard. You would've told him something had he not rushed his cock back inside you, the pain from your back immediately subduing as he resumed pleasuring you.

One hand under your thigh, San lifted your leg so that it wrapped around his, giving him more room to fuck you. His other hand held the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him slightly so his tongue could dive into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you, unable to get enough of him.

When San's hips started jerking quickly and sharply, you felt him hit your cervix, and you lost your sanity. You cursed multiple times as you pushed him away slightly, your hand reaching for your clit to give you the extra bit of stimulation that you needed. San, however, was having none of that. He pulled out and pulled your hand away before shoving two of his fingers into you and fingering you so harshly that your entire body reacted. You bit your knuckles as you felt yourself cum, stars filling your blurry vision as your thighs trembled wildly.

San didn't give you any time to recover from your trembling orgasm. He grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you intensely, making your brain melt all over again. As soon as his lips parted from yours, he held your face with one hand again, his dark, lust-filled eyes making your body quiver with excitement.

"On your knees. Now," San growled.

You had never dropped to your knees so fast. San grabbed the back of your head and shoved his cock deep in your throat. You gagged, your saliva nearly dripping onto his black pants. He moved your head ruthlessly, throat fucking you until you were almost certain you were going to pass out because you couldn't breathe. Every time he let your head go, you would gasp and nearly cry as you breathed hard. He would only give you that split moment of relief before forcing your mouth back on his cock.

"Baby," he grunted, prompting you to look up at him. "You're going to swallow everything, got it? Don't you dare spill or make a mess."

You nodded, and with a couple more thrusts, San groaned in relief as he shot his seed into your mouth. His cock twitched several times, and he rolled his hips a couple more times to make sure he completely emptied his load. Before he pulled out, you looked up at him with eyes you knew drove him insane and swallowed audibly.

You took San out of your mouth and stood up while wiping your lower lip, leaving the man to quickly situate himself. You, on the other hand, just had to adjust your panties and fix your dress and hair.

"Mmm, you should probably get going before people get suspicious," you hummed to San, a slight smirk on your face.

"Uh huh," San replied slightly sarcastically, his face still a little dazed.

Once he was fully dressed again, the two of you left the room as sneakily as you could. Right before you were going to part ways, you grabbed San's arm and stopped him.

"By the way... We're not done here, Choi San."

"What do you mean, baby?"

You left a light kiss on his cheek before whispering sensually into his ear, "I'll see you back at the hotel."

With that, you winked, and you walked away from him knowing that he was hard again.

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[runningthroughthegarden]

opening night - elijah hewson

summary: its the opening night of your bands tour. spotting inhaler in the crowd was not what you were expecting. locking eyes with elijah hewson was just the start to something new.

being in an up-and-coming band might have been the most exhilarating feeling in the world. it was scary and exciting and fresh. so signing up with a management company and headlining a small tour, you felt on top of the world. especially after finding out your management company also managed an Irish rock band, inhaler. you absolutely loved their music and would be lying if you said you didn't find the lead singer (very) attractive. this gave you the hopeful feeling that maybe one day you could be as successful as them.

as you sat in your dressing room applying your final makeup touches, you felt ecstatic. glittery lids that made your eyes pop on stage, shiny red lip-gloss that would transfer onto the mic and be gone within the first four songs. but you could care less, you felt beautiful. looking down at your lacy white dress and tall brown boots, it felt like your rockstar dreams were coming true.

getting to enjoy these moments with your absolute best friends in the entire world felt like a true blessing. you have shared such intimate moments with these girls and have created such amazing songs. hearing your managers voice, you snapped out of your thoughts.

"i really think you guys should play now you got me" he smiled while leaning against the door.

"the inhaler cover?" grace asked, looking up from tuning her guitar.

"yeah i mean theres a lot of cross between your two fandoms, i think the crowd would be really excited" he replied.

"you never request songs, whats up?" you ask with a grin, sensing some kind of plan coming along.

"nothing, nothing just think about it. show time in 5" he leaves closing the door behind him.

"he is so planning something" meg says, going to grab her drumsticks.

you all giggle, grabbing any last-minute things for the stage. you could hear chatter coming from the crowd as the lights began to dim, you had always loved going to concerts, so being on the other side of the stage was like heaven.

the cheers only grow as your opening song begins to play and everyone slowly walks onstage, walking over to their instruments. the lights come up as you walk on, and you know you're in for the night of your life.

you're a few songs into the setlist and the nerves have finally worn off. you have a tendency to toy with anything near or around you when your nervous. usually playing with the hem of your dress, just looking to calm yourself down. now that the nerves were gone, you felt comfortable to dance around and interact with the crowd.

mid song you were smiling down at a group of girls who were going crazy over the song. giggling during the song you looked out at the rest of the crowd, wanting to take it all in.

you almost passed out when you saw four familiar faces staring back at you. they were all there, standing at the back of the crowd. singing along, to your song. inhaler.

snapping out of your mini freak out, you continue through the song trying your best to be chill. elijah hewson. the man you were practically in love with was here, at your gig, intently watching you.

"that was wildflower" you giggle into the mic. praying that your bright red cheeks weren't visible under the bright lights.

immediately going back to freaking out, you walk over to grace.

"inhaler is here" you whisper, holding the mic away. she looks just as shocked as you were. giving a silent nod to the rest of the band, they immediately knew what was going on. you walk over to the mic stand, snapping the mic in place, praying that it will keep you standing upright.

"so tonight our manager insisted we sing this cover. and now i know why. this is now you got me" turning away from the crowd, you hear an insane uproar. damn, guess he was right. you have always loved singing this song, so here it goes i guess. better not fuck it up.

looking over at the boys, you see them cheering and practically jumping up and down. that gave you enough confidence to have fun and not worry about messing up.

now you got me wherever you want me. do i want you to say it back?

you don't know how or why but a rush of confidence surged through you and you locked eyes with elijah. elijah hewson. for a second you thought your knees were going to give out. the smile he gave you sent shivers down your spine.

because we can't stay. lets run away. now you got me where you want me.

snapping away from his gaze, you turn to your band deciding to just have fun with it. singing the lyrics to them and jumping up and down. for a split second you forgot inhaler was literally watching you. you were just having the absolute time of your life during the song. and so was the crowd. they were loving every second just as much as you.

the rest of the song was honestly a daze.

"if you see me blushing, no you dont" you giggle turning to take a sip of water.

the rest of the show was amazing. every song in the setlist was perfectly in place. the crowd was dancing and singing along. the band was having just as much, maybe even more, fun. it all just felt so right.

"thank you all for such an amazing night, i love you all. i hope to see you soon" waving bye and blowing kisses, you practically skip off stage. as soon as the curtain closes you and the band star hugging and jumping up and down.

heading back to the greenroom, on a show high, you see your manager sneaking in. giving everyone a weird look, you follow after him. nothing could have every prepared you for this moment, opening the door to see inhaler smiling back at you.

all of you girls are stopped dead in your tracks, feeling incredibly starstruck.

"glad you took my advice and played the song" your manager smiles.

you all start giggling trying to calm yourselves down. but you know your cheeks have already gone bright red, again.

"you guys were fucking sick" Ryan is the first to say.

from then on everyone breaks into chatter introducing themselves. it was so surreal to be meeting the band you looked up to for so long. you found yourself alone for a second, and before you knew it elijah was walking up to you.

"i'm elijah" he says reaching has hand out. taking it in yours you hope he doesnt feel the way your shaking.

"y/n" you reply, with a lovestruck smile and rosy cheeks.

"y'know you wrinkle your dress when you do that" he states, feeling the hem of your dress between his fingers.

"when i do what?" you ask confused.

"when you're nervous. you play with your dress. but you wrinkle it all up" he replies with a laugh and a smirk on his face.

god his accent. you were done for.

literally not being able to form sentences you just shoot him a confused look. his fingers were far too close to touching your skin.

"i was the same way, took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to get over the nerves." he says, letting his eyes flicker around your face.

"no ones ever really noticed that i do that" you gaze up at him.

"yeah um, it was kind of hard to take my eyes off of you" he suddenly seems really nervous. taking this as your opportunity to gain some confidence.

"oh really?" you question with a giggle.

"mhm made it even harder when you sang my own song better than me" he smiles down at you.

"well now i think its your turn to sing one of my songs better than me" you reply.

"i dont think thats possible" he laughs.

"me and the boys are in town for a few more days. would you want to go on a date with me?" he asks.

"yeah i would love to" you reply, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

"sounds like a plan, but for now i think we all need to go celebrate a killer opening night of tour" he states.

"i couldnt agree more"

a/n: super cheesy i know but i couldnt help myself

[billskeis]

Hiiiii, um I'm not sure if this is too much but could you do Bill kaulitz smut win his big poofy hair era with a reader that has like super curly like fluffy hair, and he like pulls in it while there having y'know, fun, it's okay if not but thank you so much :)))

ᡣ𐭩 bill's love for fluffy hair

“okay guys huddle up! we’re gonna play truth or dare!!” one of the girls at the house party shouted loud enough that her voice boomed throughout the first floor.

“c’mon bill! let’s go play,” you grab his hand, leading him to the large circle of bodies that surrounded the living room.

it was just a casual weekend where you and the band got together with a couple of other friends your age to just simply hang out. tom was doing his own thing, hanging with both the guys and the gals that came around, georg was with his girlfriend and gustav was content by himself..

with a liquor bottle..

it wasn’t news to anyone about you and bill dating. both being lead singers of the hottest bands right now, hot, spunky, and the sexiest voices anyone could’ve ever heard this time of year!

you sat down beside a girl you’ve meet a couple times backstage during concerts. she’s really cute you thought, greeting her, the two of you peck each others cheeks saying little ‘hi’s after one another.

bill has a grip on your hand where your fingers are interlocked, you turn to look at him pouting at you. giggling, you think about how he gets jealous really easily, even if you don’t swing that way, the little things seem to just get to him.

you place a gentle kiss on his forehead, leaving him flushed.

“mmm okay let’s start with.. y/n! truth or dare?” tom asks,

“dare!”

“alrightalright, write something embarrassing on your body with a sharpie..!”

scoffing, you raise an eyebrow at the silly dare.

“surely you have something better than that,”

“hey, we’re just getting started y/n”

he tosses a black marker over in your direction and you catch it with ease. you pop off the cap by using your mouth and hand the marker over to your boyfriend.

a bunch of “ooo’s” and “ahh’s” filled the room as bill looked at you in shock, you can hear tom and georg cheer slightly while everyone else was giggling and laughing.

“go ahead babe, write something embarrassing,” winking at bill, he swallows a hard lump down his throat, sweat beginning to form upon his forehead.

“matter of fact, why doesn’t everyone write something! but choose your words wisely, i won’t hesitate to beat someone’s ass.”

placing his hand on your shoulder for leverage, bill leans his head a little closer to your neck to write what he thought was embarrassing.

he feels an uncomfortable tightness grow in his pants. the volume of your hair to which it reaches, lets a curl of your hair touch his forehead, tickling it.

it was also one of the rare occasions where you let your natural hair be. soft curls that adorned your face, draping down your shoulders. you had always straightened your hair as much as bill uses his hairspray.

one can wonder how your hair stays healthy with how much heat you put onto it, but you know how to take care of it.

heaving in a deep breath, bill inhales the scent to which your shampoo left. it smelled, clean and fresh, like that of lavender and roses. he couldn’t tell, but just knew it smelled good.

you had showered earlier that morning, bill reminiscing it. having walked in on you to grab his eyeliner and fix up his makeup, not that you minded it much because you’ve been dating a while now.

watching you through the reflection of the mirror, watching as the water seeps through the scalp of your head, through your hair, and down your soft and supple skin.. falling upon the curve of your back and—

“bill?? are you done??” you ask him, slightly concerned.

“o-oh! right.. yeah ‘m done..” he hands over the marker to the girl sitting opposite to you.

you can’t see what he wrote due to the inability of the human body physically unable to bend your neck far enough, but you couldn’t really care less as to what bill had wrote.

the marker had been passed down from figure to figure, and everyone was finished up writing. there was about ten more people in that circle, which took up quite a lot of time.

snickers and quiet laughter filled up the room, you were really curious as to what people wrote on you in the areas you were unable to see.

but on that where you could, you could see “bitch” and “whore” spelled on your body. rolling your eyes, you laugh and flick away the marker in tom’s direction hitting his face knowing he wrote one of those.

“ow!! what was that for y/n 🥹🥹”

“don’t act stupid tom.. i’m gonna go see what the rest of you fuckers wrote.”

you really did not care as to what anybody wrote, shit like this didn’t get to your head because in all honesty, it was kinda true, in your rockstar nature, of course. just pure curiosity to see it is all.

“i’ll be back baby,” you kiss bill’s cheek, “wait for me kay?”

he just sat there, looking up at you as you stood up and adjusted your dress to walk towards the bathroom down the hall.

a few seconds later, a figure follows you.

pushing aside the hair that hid your neck, you look into the mirror to see what bill had wrote on you.

‘meine liebe <3’

pft, that’s not embarrassing at all, laughing to yourself. endearing if anything. bill probably wrote it not because he thought you wouldn’t be able to handle the insults that decorated your body with black ink, but because he just really really liked you and it hurts him to play rough like that.

for now.

as you’re about to exit the washroom, you open the door and are immediately shoved back into the tight space of the tiled room. “what the fu—”

“shhh meine liebe, i don’t want the others to hear us..”

it was bill. despite you telling him to wait, it seemed as though he had other plans. he left harsh kisses on the bare skin where ink hadn’t stained you, filling the empty space of your body with hickeys.

“b-bill! mmph, people are gonna see..”

“yeah? let them see, let them see how what they wrote is in accordance with who you are,”

he pushes you gently against the bathroom counter, allowing you to slightly sit on the edge of the top for leverage, wrapping your arms around his neck as he assaults your neck and chest with his mouth leaving sloppy wet kisses.

purple and blue bruises finding its way onto you.

using his knee, he parts between your legs. one arm is placed onto the curve of your back while the other slips it’s way under your dress, fingers pressing into your heat while he moves the fabric that gaps the contact of your skin together in circles.

“oh gott.. i can feel how wet you are already, so needy hm?”

“w-well.. when you do that, i can’t help it,”

unconsciously, you find yourself grinding onto his hand and he obviously amused by this. pulling the lip of your panties to the side, bill swiftly inserts two of his fingers into your heat.

“agh..! no warning..?” you yelp,

bill just grins and tilts his head at you, putting on a facade of fake sympathy and pity, beginning to drag his fingers in and out of your cunt slowly,

“pretty lil’ pussy was just askin’ for it.. couldn’t help myself,”

“hair looks beautiful by the way,”

“hahh.. thank you..”

he places soft kisses on your lips, after each compliment that spills out of your body while he slowly finger fucks you. at some point he took out his fingers and pulled your panties down to your knees.

this gives him easier access to rub your clit while his fingers are also inside of you.

“so pretty.. so soft.. you should leave your hair like this even more.”

curling his fingers into your g spot, your body jolts into his, your head leaning forward into his chest, forehead resting on his shoulder as you attempt to quiet down your moans.

simultaneously, bill thumbs your clit in circles, painfully slow. drool threatens to spill out your mouth as you then bit your lip and using your hands once more to keep the moans at bay.

a throbbing to your head as bill has your hair in a tight grasp, “ugh fuck.. you feel so good in my hands—don’t hide your moans schatzi, i wanna hear em..”

“you just told me to be quiet..!”

“well, yeah. for me to hear but not them :) please? wanna hear the pretty noises you make.”

all he could do was smile at you as he begins to thrust his digits into your pussy at an animalistic pace. squealing, you feel the knot in your stomach become tighter as bill’s grip on your hair does too.

“f-fuck bill nngh.. ‘m gonna come,”

“naughty.. you clench harder every time i touch your hair,”

patting your head, he caresses the top of it as he motions his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, abusing that spongey spot leaving your legs feeling like jelly, almost about to fall onto the floor but he keeps you up with the arm that fucks into you.

you attempt to push him away with what little strength you had, but he only shoves his body closer to you as he speeds up the pace of his fingers overstimulating you.

“b-bill.. enough,”

“but look at how you’re sucking me in!”

bill can’t help but giggle and laugh at how pathetic you are under him. you’re so cute like this! all out of breath and sensitive, he found that every time he pulls or tugs on your hair while fingering you, your cunt cannot help but clench around him.

he’ll have to keep that in mind when the time comes around and he gets to fuck you.

“come liebling.. come while i finger fuck you. just f’me, pretty girl.. my slut, all mine..”

his chin now rests atop of yours, tilting his head a bit down to inhale the scent of flowers, taking it all in along with how fluffy and soft your hair feels on his face.

your body convulses and shakes under his touch as bill jerks his fingers into you. a squelching sound can be heard throughout the small bathroom, hopefully unable to be heard from those outside. you bite your lip so hard to hinder the moan that you swear you bit a cut into your mouth.

“perfect.. you’re so perfect like this baby.. you did amazing..”

bill lets you ride your orgasm out on his fingers, fingers still inside you as his thumb fully positioned where your clit is rubbed as you motion your body. thighs clamping around his limb as to not let go.

as he removes his fingers from your cunt, you whine at the cold feeling of air and emptiness that hit your heat.

taking his fingers into his mouth, he licks up your juices that coats his hand as if it were nectar, like honey, as if it was the last thing he was going to eat. tired, your body falls onto bill’s as he brings you into a hug, rubbing your back.

your body melts within his touch, you don’t wanna move but you didn’t want people to find out what you and bill just did, so you gotta act as though everything’s normal.

bill pulls your panties back up as you adjust your dress. he takes off his sweater to drape it over your body to hide your hickeys. but really, it’s not hiding anything and it also just makes it more obvious as you and bill did something in the washroom.

the two of you basically left the room together. because as soon as bill left to follow you, they all planned to be sneaky and nosy to see what the two of you were up to.

“good job princess, let’s head back out, ja?”

you just nod, humming. cheeks all flushed and shy from what just happened. you intertwine your hands with his as you both exit the bathroom, unlocking the once locked door. only to be meet with a pair of eyes, actually, a lot.

everyone was standing outside the washroom. waiting for you and bill, to.. finish. smiles were shared, eye contact was made.

tom, gustav and georg, well.. they were definitely cheering for their lead singer. your band also hyping you up for the action you so-called do not get.

“well shit.”

[m-ayo-o]

concert

21+ guitarist Megumi wc 690 selfshiptember; 27

You’re finally going to see your best friend play at his own concert tonight. You’re getting all jittery and excited when you enter the small venue, seeing his guitar already on stage. You wait patiently in the crowd and watch them enter.

Rather, you watch him.

It’s the same Megumi– dressed in black, his hair as untamed as usual. But rather than his moody resting face, he looks more relaxed. Maybe there’s one less agitated crease between his eyebrows.

You watch him step out with a plectrum between his teeth, picking up his guitar and checking the tuning carefully. He looks between his bandmates, the top down lighting accentuating his angular features, and they start.

During the show, you see a different side of Megumi. He’s always been your reliable, intelligent best friend who helps you with assignments and anything stressful– he gives the best advice and always stays calm and collected in the most trying times. But his reserved nature seems to be slipping away as the music flows, his quiet confidence shining through as he takes the limelight.

You never knew he could shine like this. It’s a powerful, stirring light that gives you goosebumps, more like the iridescent moonlight than the bright, dazzling sun.

He finds you in the crowd after the last song, in the afterglow of their performance.

He greets you and wipes the sheen of sweat from his forehead with a little smile, “Thanks for coming”

You know his thanks is genuine. He’s waited a long time to see you at his show. And you’re so glad you came, getting to see him perform like that.

“You guys were amazing” you beam up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.

Despite his usual aversion to your affectionate behaviour, your casual compliment easily sways him into returning the hug, his arms squeezing your waist.

“You looked,” you pause, straining on your tiptoes to whisper into his ear, “different.”

He tilts his head, crooking an eyebrow.

“Good different?” he repeats, his face getting a little too close to yours.

You just nod, feeling the heat coming off his body and his breath fanning your face. You swear he’s pulling you closer, his dark eyes finding your lips.

He hesitates and stares a little longer, until his bandmates storm over and interrupt your intimate moment, dragging you and Megumi to the bar to get some drinks.

He gives you an apologetic look but clings onto your hand, taking you to the clubs and afterparties.

It’s only during your sobering walk home that you finally have a moment alone again.

He walks you right to the door of your apartment and you can’t help but pull him in for another hug.

He lets you enjoy his warm embrace for as long as you need, hugging you back tightly.

“Really enjoyed the show, Megumi,” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent with every breath.

“Yeah?”

You finally pull away, his hands still in yours, looking up at him with the most endearing smile, “Mm, you were great.”

He heard that right. You. You were great. He repeats it in his head for a moment, your voice ringing like a pretty little bell in his ears.

He bites his lip, afraid he’ll say something stupid if he opens his mouth.

You leave the rest unsaid, holding your words in your chest as you release his hands and enter your apartment.

He watches you step inside and close the door, instantly bringing a hand to his head with a groan.

He curses under his breath, feeling pathetic for not making a move, but trudges home and hopes that you’ll forgive him and maybe, just maybe, you’ll give him another chance.

selfshiptember 27!!

megumi m.list

likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

[mustainegf]

I lost the original req, I’m so sorry, buuutttt this turned out so cute and I hope you guys like it

WARNINGS: mention of throwing up, mention of emetophobia, panic attack

SUMMARY: James comforts you through an emetophobia panic attack

It was well past midnight, and the house was shrouded in deadly silence. The only light came from the small window, beaming a soft glow across James’ messy room.

I lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The familiar, creeping sensation of dread began to unfurl in my chest, growing more insistent with each passing minute.

I had been here before, too many times to count, and I knew what was coming.

Panic attacks were not new to me, but they never became any less terrifying. Each one felt like a fresh wave of horror, dragging me down into an abyss where there was no escape.

My heart pounded in my chest, erratic and fast. I could feel the cold sweat beginning to form on my forehead, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

Beside me, James, my boyfriend, lay peacefully asleep. His presence was usually a comfort, but tonight, nothing could pierce the thick fog of anxiety that swallowed me.

I tried to focus on his slow, steady breathing, hoping it might calm my racing heart, but it was no use. The panic was building, fear and nausea threatening to choke me.

My throat tightened, and I could feel the bile rising, my greatest fear clawing at my shaky body.

The mere thought of it was enough to send me spiraling into a full blown panic attack.

I didn't want to wake James, but I knew I couldn't handle this alone. My voice came out in a shaky whisper, "James… James, wake up."

He stirred, a soft grunt escaping his lips as he slowly looked up. "Hmm? What's wrong, baby?" His voice was thick with sleep, but the concern was immediate.

"I… I can't breathe," I gasped, my words barely coherent through the sobs that were begging to break free. "I'm so scared, James. I think I'm going to be sick."

In an instant, he was fully awake, sitting up and turning to face me. His eyes, still droopy with sleep, were filled with worry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he said gently, his hand reaching out to stroke my hair. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

He knew about my emetophobia, knew how debilitating it could be. He had been there through countless panic attacks, just like this one.

He pulled me into his arms, holding me close as he whispered soothing words in my ear. "You're safe, baby. Just breathe with me, okay? In and out, nice and slow."

I tried to match my breathing to his, taking deep, deliberate breaths. The air felt thick, each inhale was a struggle, but I focused on his voice. He rubbed my back in slow comforting circles, his touch a reminder that I wasn't really alone.

"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead. "Just keep breathing. You're not going to be sick. It's just the panic."

Tears shot down my face, my body shaking with the force of my sobs. The fear was still there, a living, breathing creature inside me, but his words began to help.

He was right, it was just the panic. It always felt like this, but I had never actually been sick during an attack.

James held me tighter, his voice a constant, soothing presence. "The fear is just fear. It can't hurt you."

"Focus on something else," he suggested, his voice calm and steady. "Tell me about a happy memory, something that makes you smile."

I closed my eyes, trying to push past the fear and find a moment of happiness. "The first time we met," I whispered, my voice still shaky but steadier than before. "At that concert."

He smiled, his eyes lighting up with the memory. "Yeah, I remember. You were wearing that Metallica shirt and looking so damn cute. I couldn't take my eyes off you." He smiled.

I managed a small smile. "You came up to me after the show and asked if I wanted a drink."

"And you said yes," he continued, his tone light and teasing. "We talked for hours and It felt like I had known you forever."

"Yeah," I whispered, my heart rate beginning to slow. "It was the best night of my life."

"Mine too," he said softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You see? You're already doing better. Just keep focusing on those happy things."

His words, his touch, feeling of his heartbeat against my cheek, it all helped to pull me back. I could feel the tension in my body beginning to ease, my breaths coming more evenly.

"Thank you," I whispered, looking up at him with tear filled eyes.

"You don't have to thank me," he said, his voice filled with love. "I'm here for you, always."

We stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms, the panic slowly washing away.

Eventually, the exhaustion from the attack caught up with me, and I felt myself beginning to drift off.

James held me close, his hand gently stroking my hair, his voice a soothing murmur in the darkness.

"Sleep now, baby," he whispered. "I've got you. You're safe."

With him by my side, I believed it.

[scekrex]

Hello ! How are you doing ? Could I ask for an Adam x reader who doesn't know how to say 'no' so Adam is kinda teaching him how to ? Just reader sweating profusely, looking at Adam, who's making big "No no" signs. I live in a community (?) and my asocial ass is /not/ liking it. I generally act like I'm napping when they're calling me (yes they can't see me but I still pretend in case there's invisible cameras) but when it's face to face, oh lord have mercy... I say yes. I hate driving (I'm a bad driver when I have people in my car...).

Thank you if you do it ! <3

As someone who had to learn that saying "no" is not only okay but also important, I love this request so much!! <3 I hope you like it

People Pleasing doesn't rock

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Saying no to things, especially people close to you, has always been a struggle, even during your days on earth. And living in heaven hadn't changed much about it. Well that wasn't entirely true, while living in heaven itself hadn't changed anything about that, Adam had. Or at least he was trying to.

He had started to realize that right when you met him. He had invited you to one of his concerts and while you really wanted to go, big crowds weren't your thing, they usually caused panic. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to say no, so you agreed. It ended with a panic attack for you and overwhelm for Adam and his band mates since none of them had known what to do. Luckily Lute had carried you through it - a thing you were forever thankful for.

Adam's arm was wrapped around your shoulders, his hand held onto yours to spend you comfort. While you were used to heaven and its people, it didn't mean that your panic was kicking in any less. However when you saw a familiar face in the distance, your mood changed a little and you gave them a bright smile, it was one of your closest friends. They walked right towards you and you poked Adam's side as the first man sighed as he noticed them. They weren't his favorite, in his opinion they were too pressuring and talked you into stuff more than they accepted you not wanting to do certain things. But it wasn't his place to tell you who to hang out with so he remained quiet.

“Hey Y/N,” they greeted you with a warm smile and the three of you stopped so that you and them could have a conversation. “Sup, are you doing okay?” They nodded before changing the topic from smalltalk to whatever it was they wanted to talk about, “So you know how I have this project going on?” You thought about it for a moment before you remembered what they were talking about, “Oh yeah, you mean that art project of yours, right? How's it going?” Their face scrunched up unpleasantly and they broke eye contact, “Not well to be honest and I thought-” Adam interrupted them rudely, his hand gave yours a soft squeeze as he spoke, “And you thought he could help you fix the motherfucking mess you created to save your own fucking ass, didn't you?” You looked up at Adam, the LED face of his mask represented the annoyance his voice had given away quite well, it was visible that he was having none of it.

You looked at your friend in front of you, “Is that true?” They seemed uncomfortable with the way Adam had worded their need even though he was right about it, “Well, sort of, I-” Yet again they were interrupted by Adam, “No.” And oh dear mighty Lord you thanked Adam for disagreeing with them. Because while you loved them, they asked for you to correct their mistakes a little too often. “I think Y/N can speak for himself,” they hissed at Adam who simply flipped them off. “Okay, hear it from him yourself then,” he gently squeezed your hand again and offered you a reassuring look. He'd have your back if they wouldn't respect your no, he'd get you out of the situation if you couldn't do it yourself. So you inhaled deeply and muttered, “Sorry, can't help you,” the words were spoken fast, almost too fast to process but your friend had managed to anyway. “But-” Adam's index finger was onto their lips within a heartbeat, shushing them without a word. “He said no, go look for some other fucker who's willing to fix your fucking mistakes,” and with that the first man lead you away from them.

“Thanks,” you mumbled as you rested your head against his upper arm, still walking the streets. “Yeah, don't fucking mention it. But your ass really needs to learn how to stick the fuck up for yourself,” you sighed at his words, knowing he was right. You couldn't agree to anything, that would lead to you doing everyone's work, fixing everyone's life and drowning in your own problems. “But you did fucking great today, so how about we have your favorite dinner later, huh?” And at that you beamed at him, pure joy was visible in your eyes and he loved to see you that way. God help him, he'd do way too much to see you happy.

[morganbritton132]

Hi :)) you have no idea how much I enjoy your EMTTS it's literally my only motivation to get anything done when I see an update haha and your writing is so good?! And it's so wholesome?! How dare you make me feel happy things :((

Anywhoo, I was wondering if there'd ever be a moment where Eddie does an interview about fan conspiracy theories or read thirst tweets and what that would look like (I'm kind of getting hard core dylan o'brien vibes here where he's like "these are tame") maybe he's filming a tiktok in a break and he slowly pans around to Steve where he just looks so uncomfortable because !?? That's his husband?! People want him to step on them!?

Concerned and unaware Steve is all I'm saying

But literally you are insane I love what you've created it's so adorable!!

WHY HAVE I NEVER CONSIDERED THIRST TWEETS???!

Thirst tweets are such an obvious next step for him. Of course, someone would ask him to do it and obviously, he’d agree. I do think that Steve would be less uncomfortable with the concept but maybe a little jealous, a little possessive of his husband. Maybe keep your thoughts and your tweets off his hot ass husband, okay?

Eddie is taken.

The video actually starts with a little behind the scenes when Eddie is being mic’ed up. He’s talking to someone off camera but you can only hear his side of the conversation. He asks who he’s talking to if they know what thirst tweets are and then after they respond says, “They’re tweets about how people are desperate for me. For a drink of me, if you know what I mean… Not piss! Actually. Maybe piss. I’ve got some kinky fans.”

There’s a transition with a clapperboard and then Eddie is starting the video proper like, “Hi, I’m Eddie Munson. I play guitar in the heavy metal band, Corroded Coffin, and I’m on Tiktok. I’m gonna be reading some of your thirst tweets today.”

There are some tweets about wanting Eddie to step on them or blow their back out, or spit in their mouth. Someone tweets that they want Eddie to blow them like JFK’s head on a sunny afternoon drive which, “Admittedly, that one is really funny. These are a lot tamer than I was expecting.”

It’s not actually Eddie that posts the Tiktok that reveals that Steve is there too. It’s someone who works on the set and they’re technically just posting a video about the problem with the camera that halted production and how to fix it.

Eddie and Steve are just on the monitor so you can see them and you can kinda hear them. Eddie is teasing Steve about being jealous over some tweets from people they’ll never meet and Steve is pointing out that Eddie could actually meet them at one of his concerts.

Eddie is sitting on top of the table and Steve had been a few steps away from him until Eddie reached out and yanked him over to him by the waistband of his jeans. He smiles up at Steve and says, “Babygirl, you know you’re the only one for me.”

“Don’t call me that,” Steve said weakly, “In public.”

“Tell me you don’t believe me.”

“…I believe you,” Steve tells him, tilting Eddie’s head back further and leaning down to kiss him. “I believe you always.”

Eddie kisses him back and then asks, “Wanna go find somewhere and make out like teenagers?”

When they get the camera operating again, the first tweet Eddie reads is about someone wanting to be the middle of a Steddie sandwich, “Hot damn.”

 

Side Note: Eddie also does the one interview where you show them what’s in your bag. He has notebooks, pens, dice, his ADHD medication, Steve’s medications since they’re traveling together, a comb, a book, a toothbrush, and a charger. What he doesn’t have is his inhaler which - “Nope, not in my pocket either. Steve?”

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Polaroids & Promises

When your mother had first met your boyfriend, she had made two very astute observations: He was incredibly distinguished (read: much older than she’d expected) and he was definitely a heartbreaker. At the time she’d meant the latter as a testament to his devilishly good looks, but her statement had turned out to be true in a much more literal sense.

Letting out a sigh as you toed your shoes off by the front door, you settled your winter gear and house keys on their respective hooks before making your way to the kitchen. The contents of your fridge left much to be desired, a box of Chinese takeout and an unfinished bottle of wine sitting pretty on the second shelf, a sad cast of recurring characters in your post-breakup misery. Pointing at the Merlot, you declared, “I’ll be back for you soon.”

Although you wanted nothing more than to curl up with a trashy romance novel and the cheap wine, your career didn’t care how sad you were; work needed doing and therefore laundry needed washing. After shedding your work attire and scrubbing the day from your body with a hot shower, you carried the sizable buildup of clothes down the hall to the laundry room. You began sorting the delicates from your regular wash, pausing mid-squat at an unfamiliar shade of red peeking out from the bottom of the hamper. Tossing t-shirts and work pants aside, a traitorous prickle of hot tears momentarily blurred the stark white USMC before you. Releasing a ragged breath, you pulled the hoodie to your face and inhaled deeply, the fabric muffling your sob as the smell that you had come to think of as home overwhelmed your senses. Seven months of memories played in your head in the span of mere seconds, quiet nights on the couch, steaks cooked by the fire, the scraping of a sander against wood.

You missed Jethro more than words could describe. You missed his warmth, his touch, his teasing remarks. You missed visiting him at work, and sharing entire conversations with Tony consisting only of movie quotes, and nerding out with Tim over the latest Game of Thrones episode, and bonding with Ziva over a few hours at the range, and going to concerts with Abby, and trading interesting cases with Jimmy. You missed insightful talks with Ducky about life and opera and the enigma that is his friend and your lover. You missed the sight of matching keys on the hook next to yours and work boots in the hallway. You missed trading sections of the paper over morning coffee. You missed the quiet protest of the bed when he slipped in beside you well past midnight.

You missed having someone to come home to.

Swiping at your eyes, you abandoned the task at hand in lieu of moping in your bedroom, but first doubling back to enlist the company of your trusty red. You settled down on the floor at the foot of your bed and eased the cork out of the mouth of the bottle, taking a hearty swig as you pulled your wooden memory box into your lap. Running your fingers over the intricate pattern on top, you recalled the day Jethro had gifted you the handcrafted piece for all of those pictures you force me to be in, he had admitted with a begrudging smile. You took out the stack of Polaroids, spreading them out on the floor before you as you gulped down another mouthful of wine. Although the dates were printed at the bottom of each photo, you could easily track the progression of your relationship by the way Jethro’s visage grew less grumpy and more smiley over time. A teardrop splattered across the shiny surface of one of your pictures, and you were quick to wipe it off without smudging the writing on the bottom. You finished off the last dregs of red wine and with it, your crumbling resolve, and you dialed ten digits on your cellphone purely via muscle memory.

Jethro’s voice in your ear made your heart twinge, even if it was just to tell you to leave a message. Taking in a shuddering breath, you opened with a brilliant, “Hey, it’s me.” Cringing, you soldiered on. “You’re probably still at work, because that’s- that’s what you do, isn’t it? Work yourself to the bone, people who care about you be damned. Sorry,” you sighed, immediately reneging on the snarky comment. “That’s not fair of me to say. I admire you and the work you do, you know that, right? It’s just that, well, Ducky had warned me this would happen, that you have a hard time separating yourself from the job. I guess I thought I could stop it or delay it or something, but I couldn’t. And now it’s-” You paused to squint at the digital clock on your nightstand. “-a quarter after ten on a Wednesday night, and I’m wine drunk, and I miss you so much that I called just to hear your voice on a goddamn answering machine. I mean, c’mon, Jet, who still has a landline these days? Christ, this is fucking pathetic. Maybe I should get a cat or some-” The phone beeped at you, indicating that you’d reached the time limit on the machine. Dropping your head into your hands, you groaned out, “Oh my god.”

You heaved a sigh, then delicately returned your treasured memories to their keepsake box before replacing it on the desk. Deciding that the crisp winter air would do you good, you slipped into your coat and boots, locked up, and headed outside for a late night walk.

_______

“I mean, c’mon, Jet, who still has a landline these days?” Jethro chuckled softly at the incredulity in your tone, tuning back in to your message just as it got cut off. He poured himself another splash of bourbon, then downed it in one go, finger already itching to replay the rambling message for the third time in as many minutes just to bask in the sound of your voice for a few more precious moments. He heard the stairs creak and emptied out a mug of miscellaneous screws and fasteners under the assumption that Tobias was joining him to discuss their progress on the case. Instead, the voice he was so desperately craving to hear floated downstairs to him.

“You really should lock your doors. Never know what sort of unsavory character could wander in off the street.”

Turning to face you as you reached the bottom step, he rumbled out, “So that’s where my favorite hoodie’s been hiding.” There was a distinct edge to his voice as he silently took in your bleary eyes and slightly disheveled appearance.

“I took a cab,” you said softly, immediately recognizing the heat in his glare as concern at the thought of you driving in your current state. “Can I come in?”

“You’re already in,” he responded, not quite curt, but not exactly warm either. Still, he hooked his ankle around the stool beside him and pulled it out, simultaneously pouring two fingers of his signature bourbon into the awaiting mug on the workbench. You took that as an invitation to join him, closing the remainder of the space between you and accepting the amber liquid as you perched on the seat. Gathering your courage, you took a sip and offered, “I missed this gasoline with a side of tetanus.”

“I missed your unparalleled wit,” he shot back, the corner of his mouth lifting with mirth.

“Hey, so, random question,” you forced out through a laugh, “have you checked your messages yet today? Just wondering cause I-” Your words caught in your throat when Jethro suddenly framed your face with his hand, the familiar ridges of his callouses pressing against your skin as he molded his mouth to yours. He pulled back just as abruptly, eyes wide with the realization of the wounds he had reopened and muttered, “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” you whispered, entwining your fingers with his on the workbench. Not yet able to meet his gaze, you clarified, “Don’t apologize. Not for that, at least.”

“Y/N-”

“No, actually, you know what?” You finally dared to look up at him, taking in the scruff dotting his cheeks and the dark circles beneath his lower lids that no doubt mirrored your own. Hot tears brimmed at your water line as you continued with a ferocity, “You don’t get to turn those pretty blue eyes on me and kiss me and make me forget about the terrible month I’ve had without you. I’m so mad at you. So mad.” You punctuated this thought with a sharp prod to his firm chest. “I wanted you to fight for me. For us. But no! You decided the best course of action was inaction, and I had to be the bad guy. And you know what the worst fucking part about all this is?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head before pulling you into his arms. You melted into his embrace, all of the fight draining out of you as you confessed, “I’m not really mad at you. I’m mad at myself for being so naive.”

“Oh, my love,” he breathed out, squeezing you tight until your tears subsided. “You deserve so much better.”

Pulling back so you could look into his shiny eyes, you huffed, “That’s just it, you idiot. I want you to be better.” Lifting your joined hands to your lips, you pressed kisses to his knuckles before whispering, “I need you to choose me, just like I choose you every day. I want to build a life with you, to grow old with you-”

“One of us is already old,” he cut in with a cheeky grin, forcing a laugh out of you.

“Fine,” you amended, “I want to grow older with you, grumpy.”

“I want that, too,” he confessed quietly, the intensity in his eyes stealing your breath away. “The thing is, angel, I did choose you. I just thought you would be better off without me, and that if you left you’d be angry instead of hurt.”

“You- what?” you spluttered. “I should smack you upside the head for that, you stupid, infuriating man. What kind of dumb reverse psychology is that, Jethro? I just thought you would be better off without me,” you mimicked in a deep voice. Jabbing your finger into his chest again, you repeated, “Stupid.”

Grabbing your outraged finger as leverage, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours once more, hands coming up to cup your cheeks and thumbs rubbing soothingly against your skin until your righteous anger boiled down to a controlled simmer. You let out a sigh as his mouth left yours, then beckoned him forward again. “One more.” He placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Another.” This time, the opposite side. “Keep ‘em coming.” He chuckled warmly before dotting gentle kisses all over your face until you graced him with a smile.

“Honey, listen,” Jethro said, growing serious as he guided you back down to sit across from him but keeping a firm grip on your hand, “I know I went about this in entirely the wrong way, and I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making up for it.”

“Yeah, you’d better,” you grumbled playfully, squeezing his hand.

“And you know I’m not big on moon phases and star signs and all that-”

“We’ll work on it.”

Fixing you with a look and tweaking your nose affectionately, he continued, “But I’m pretty sure most people don’t get lucky enough to find two soulmates in one lifetime. Shannon would never let me hear the end of it if I let you get away again.”

“Oh, Jet,” you sighed, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. “The day I realized I was in love with you, I made your girls a promise that I would take care of you. Help me keep that promise, okay?”

“I will,” he whispered, two simple words, a solemn pledge. “Now let’s go upstairs so you can tell me what I’ve missed and call me stupid a bunch more times.”

“Deal,” you laughed, taking his hand so he could help you up. “Can I just check the answering machine real quick before we-”

“Nope,” Jethro cut you off, pulling you into his side and squeezing your hip as you ascended the stairs together. “I’m keeping that message forever. Maybe even quote it in my vows one day.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

[katzkinder]

Put too much dijon on my burger (again) so now you get burger headcanons. Yeah. I know.

Mahiru: simple and classic hamburger. Rare instance where he prefers premade over doing it himself because a pound of ground chuck makes So Many Patties and he’s just one person. This changes though when he has more people over than ever, especially because it means he can tailor the fat content and ingredients to Misono’s more delicate body so his friend can enjoy a good old burger too. LOVES the Alicein cookouts for giving him access to a fancy outdoor grill.

Kuro: children’s Cheeseburger from WacDonald’s because the onions come pre diced lmao. His only request is that they hold the mustard. The type of person who likes to open his burger up and stuff french fries on it

Sakuya: bacon cheeseburger. He used to get a fried egg on top but one time Belkia said it looked like a pimple ready to be popped and Sakuya can no longer eat it that way. It’s for the best; he never managed to not be messy with the yolk

Tsubaki: veggie burger with avocado and grilled onion. Yes he’s picky about it. Yes he’s a pain in the ass about it too. Yes, Shamrock will make it from scratch for him

Belkia: Meat! meat! Meat! Wagyu beef or bust! Swiss cheese and mushrooms cooked in the beef fat are a must!

Otogiri: you ever seen those crazy burgers with stir fried noodles piled on top? Yeah

Mikuni: eats fast food with surprising regularity. He likes Wanda’s* when it comes to chains, but mom and pop diners always serve the best of the best he’s ever had. They’re so greasy though…

Jeje: Does not like to eat burgers. Will steal mikuni’s fries or onion rings, though

Ildio: do I even need to say it. Bigger is better and the more toppings the more he loves it. Frankly, though, he’s learning to actually enjoy his food instead of inhaling it. Give him time to figure out what he actually likes.

Nicco: like Mahiru, wants to keep it simple. Loves heirloom tomatoes and bread and butter pickles.

Lawless: prosciutto and avocado on a fresh ground patty cooked medium rare. Roasted tomato slice, garlic pepper, and a focaccia bun. Did you expect anything less?

Licht: Basic and familiar WacDonald’s is his go to. Reminds him of late night concerts and the satisfaction of a job well done

Anyone else have some ideas??

*Wanda’s, the servamp equivalent of Wendy’s

[yellowloid]

my experience at am's show (3arena, dublin, 15/10/2023)

starting to write this post while stuck waiting at the airport, after somehow managing to get rid of my sleep deprivation headache through an overpriced orange juice. (edit: it's been two days and i'm stuck at home with a cold and it's all their fault) (jk) (i mean i guess that's giving me an incentive to finish writing this post so yknow. silver linings)

i'm sorry in advance because i know this is gonna be super long (and probably less cheerful than my other recap posts because i'm opinionated) but i swear i'm gonna try and not be insufferable (said as i obviously lie)

• SO let's start off by saying that we made it right in time for the start of miles' set (we were looking for our seats as he came on stage) and thank god because i was shitting myself and almost throwing up thinking we were gonna be late bc the bus we were supposed to take never showed up and we had to take another one. we literally SPRINTED up the stairs once we were in and heard he was coming up

• seeing miles open for them was moral compensation for his milan concert that i wasn't able to attend despite having tickets in 2022

• he had a very short time slot as usual with opening bands :/ and unfortunately that led to everything feeling a bit rushed :( like i'm not sure how he's been playing songs like cry on my guitar or the wonder at his latest gigs but they were SO DAMN FAST like please slow down i want to let my fav omb song sink in 😭

• still i absolutely LOVED his set, especially colour of the trap (which was AMAZING live), rearrange, come closer and inhaler. his energy was through the roof, he was literally buzzing and if you can already see how much he loves performing via video, it absolutely shines through when you see it live like. bro's literally a ball of light and energy and like. the sun personified l??? he's got so much charisma and a great stage presence. he was all smiles and really really tried to get the crowd hyped. loved him loved his set

• speaking of the crowd. it was absolute bullshit they had ZERO idea how lucky they were to have tickets to one of those four dates and how iconic it was that mk was opening for am after all these years. or maybe they just didn't care idk but i swear to god it wasn't even the usual "crowd who's not interested in the opening act" which. again. do you know how lucky you are you're seeing them both on the same night. don't let yourself be fooled by that cott video with the phonelights on, that was the only thing they did to show miles at least the tiniest bit of support - they were fucking dead otherwise, which is so weird because if you know am at more than a surface level you most likely know who miles is, and you probably know at the very least some of his songs... and yet they were so fucking quiet it was honestly painful to witness. most people there really had no idea how much lore was behind those gigs and it shows

• but again, it wasn't even that they weren't interested in the opening act. because they were fucking dead even during the main set. my section was full of drunk guys who were kinda hyped but very annoying (we'll come back to this later) but even in the pit which is supposed to be the most active area it looked like everyone was asleep and woke up at random times remembering they were at a concert and they were supposed to cheer and sing and just act accordingly ??¿¿??

• not even dancefloor or diwk managed to wake them up......DIWK. that's like. the song that's guaranteed to make the ground shake. i've seen am three times this year and in both paris and rome the crowd was usually only dead during the car songs (and tbhc depending on the song) - but they were INSANELY active during other songs, both oldies and classics. but this crowd was so disappointing literally snork mimimi-ing their way through the show

• anyway. miles should have played wrong side of life just for me and he also had the opportunity to do the funniest shit ever and play killing the joke or see ya when i see ya but alas one cannot have everything

• he did do something very......interesting during cry on my guitar (and i think also during one man band? but i'm not sure). my guy pointed at the mirrorball while singing "late night, all night, miss your kiss" which was kinda insane and i lost my mind a little but anyway

• as we all know there was no tlsp because he removed aviation first and then sntm which particularly hurt because he did it just a couple of hours before the show and when i saw that i just Knew. i knew shit was rapidly going downhill but still i was holding out my hope!!! i thought well there's still 505 or maybe they're saving sntm for later!!! i chose to keep being delusional!!! and boy was i about to get slapped in the face!!!

• now before we talk about am's set allow me to tell you a funny story. as i said my section was full of men who were very hyped (especially for wpsia/fwn/am songs) and the guy right next to me in particular (who was there with some other male friends) was, to put it shortly, a fucking annoyance. i was there with my brother and as we were waiting for the start of am's set he went to get us some water; so i was there alone minding my own business when the guy next to me immediately started hitting on me (he literally waited for my brother to leave bc he probably thought he was my bf lmao real smooth man). he was trying to make conversation asking me where i came from or things about the band, if it was my first time seeing them and what song did i think they were gonna open with and internally i was like BITCH who do you think i am. i literally know their setlist by heart. you and me are not the same

when i told him sculptures was gonna be the opener he was like 'mmmm idk' and i was like shut the fuck up. he was so condescending and patronizing about it and mentally i was like honey trust me we're not the same kind of fans i know much more than you do. anyway spoiler: of course they opened with sculptures

(he was also from england and told me he saw them in london at emirates stadium and when i asked him if he saw them on THE night when miles joined them he was like 'haha no' at which i was mentally like bro you didn't even see them on the right night why are you pestering me with your lame ass attempts at hitting on me. and he was so close too and already tipsy and basically just a stereotypical english dudebro and i swear the whole scene literally looked like this

but anyway then my brother came back and he finally shut up

• the problem is. this guy and his friends then started chugging on their beers and getting really drunk and the whole show this fucking idiot had no idea what personal space was because he kept invading my section and kept moving around drunkenly and i couldn't even fully enjoy the concert because i was so fucking scared i was gonna get elbowed in the face sooner or later, and i even tried to push him off because he kept bumping into me with his clumsy ass drunk moves but he just kept fucking being a nuisance the whole show and i really really wanted him gone from planet earth <3

• this went on to the point that i was dreading the fast and more active songs because this guy would just start being really frantic and overexcited and i literally feared for my life but even during the calmer songs he was fucking annoying like bruh. i appreciate the enthusiasm but i promise you don't have to throw it back to cornerstone like calm the fuck down or at least back off and stay in your fucking lane or i swear i'm gonna bite your head off

• anyway now let's talk about the actual show

• let me start by saying that yes i may have some complaints but regardless of everything it was (as always) a fucking great show. no doubt about that. i very much enjoyed it and i'm also very happy we were the first crowd to experience the strings live. i definitely got some better setlists (rome's lives in my head rent free), but it is what it is. beautiful show but well, it's always a beautiful show with them and we all know that. i may have mixed feelings about some things but these are just my opinions so please don't come at me lmao

• about the setlist: i definitely would've appreciated if we got a bit more tbhc (we only got the title track and that was it... i mean at least i got to hear it live, for the first time if i remember correctly, but still..... i'm mourning the loss of 4/5 and star treatment) (we didn't even get the iwby x star treatment x jet skis mashup which i was really sad about because i LOVE that mashup and i would've loved to hear it again); for the car, i'm so happy i got to hear hello you (we'll talk about this more later) but i also would've loved to hear perfect sense again because </3 sir that's my emotional support favourite the car song </3

• i was also thinking we'd get a bit more wpsia since originally it was the uk&ireland tour and back in june they played some more songs from that album, also because usually the closer they get to home, the more they go back to the origins... i was so hoping for mardy bum, a certain romance or ritz but instead we only got the view from the afternoon (not complaining about that tho) and dancefloor (please for the love of god remove that song from the setlist forever thank you very much)

• also if you want to give us sias (good) then why would you choose to give us don't sit down.........give us hellcat.......give us the title track........anything but That One...................

• however i got my beloved cornerstone (<3), 505 with the new string outro (but at what cost) and also all the car songs with the orchestra so that's a win

• as usual the crowd was kinda dead during the car and tbhc songs but again. they were already dead so they only became more dead during those songs

• they didn't really interact that much with the crowd, nor with each other; alex limited himself to the usual ("good evening dublin", "how you feeling/are you enjoying us dublin", "thank you", a couple of "terrific" here and there but that was it) + he did a shout out to jamie during cornerstone ("it's jamie cook here on his electric guitar!") and i think they scissored at some point during the body paint outro

• the transition from teddy picker into crying lightning was absolute FIRE my ass was shaking

• now for some silly antics

• after the piano interlude before high he said "why'd you only call me when you're high........" in the lowest saddest way ever as he usually does. okay man 😃👍

• he introduced arabella by going "i'll tell you about a girl that i made up......real character......arabella" like bruh we got it we understand you totally made her up and she's 100% not real like i promise we Get It we really do. why do you always feel the need to reinforce that why are you so adamant about it ESPECIALLY when in the presence of a certain someone......you're so sus

• "and it sounds like..........THIS" before the arabella guitar solo. literal chills

• "let's bring this party down to the cornerstone.........woah 😯"

• he always adds this thing during cornerstone i remember he also did it in rome and then i forgot to post the clip but i swear i never understand what he's saying i've seen some people transcribe it as 'ken barlow' but to me it sounds more like 'jenny ballow' or smth like that which doesn't make sense either way but still. does anyone know what i'm talking about and wtf he's on about

• nothing to say about cornerstone. beautiful beautiful beautiful as always <3 he also did the "squeezed me very tightly" bit that he always does and it was the cutest thing

• he sang the last line of the song so cuntily it was like. 'yes 😗 you can call me anything 😏 you want 💅' if it slayed

• after the song ended there was a moment of silence after which he went "......they kept in touch" and i felt the need to put him in a blender and drink him whole

• "from our first LP wpsiatwin, the view from the afternoon......."

• he got on his knees during pretty visitors. where he belongs

• we also got knee socks but there was something wrong because his voice cracked multiple times on the higher notes, he didn't even finish singing some lines - he just stopped, shook his head and then tried the next one... idk what was happening but he really looked like he was struggling during that song :(

• at the end of fluorescent adolescent he sang "remember when you used to be a rascal....... ~do you remember?~" which i saw he also did at last night's show and idk man that was kinda sus

• the strings were absolutely amazing showstopping spectacular and really put a nice ribbon on the songs they were used for (especially 505 and hello you) but that just makes things even more infuriating because why did they only get the whole orchestra there for the last four shows which weren't even originally supposed to happen.......... are you telling me if alex hadn't caught laryngitis we never would've have got them or what. like what's up with that

• anyway up until this point despite the lack of sntm i was still a sweet naive summer child who had some hopes left for 505. but the moment the music started playing without miles having been introduced to join them i knew. i knew we wouldn't get shit

• the 505 outro with strings was amazing tho......so melancholy and beautiful and just sososo pretty i loved it. would've loved it even more if miles and alex smooched right there and then

• as i said the crowd was dead even during diwk which was absolutely embarrassing lmao like wtf. not only was i the only one popping my pussy to the car and tbhc songs i also was the only one doing it to the most basic ahh song (still a banger tho it's always so powerful live 10/10)

• i can't believe the biggest milex interaction we got was alex saying "let's hear it for miles kane" right before body paint... i nearly lose my mind there and he literally just said his name (not a dedication like some people said) but i mean. that was at least acknowledging each other so i'll take that (said as i rip my hair out and bite my tongue and roll on the floor hitting myself)

• i was so delusional at that point when i heard he said his name i thought well maybe they're gonna be random and he's gonna join for body paint!!!!! which in hindsight i'm like. girl do you have any idea how insane you sound rn

• "thank you for having us dublin, it's been lovely" said with the most 'i'd rather be anywhere else than here rn' face and tone ever :/

• btw his little HA! was very <3<3<3 and at some point he was like scratching his head in such a cute way i almost forgot how mad at him i was (emphasis on almost)

• "just a trace....... just a trace....... just a traaaaaaceeeeeee....... just. a. trace. on your legs~ and on your arms~ and on your face........ your faceeeeee"

• when they left the stage before the encore the crowd was shouting "one more song" but all i wanted to hear was "miles, miles, miles fucking kane" because who knows maybe that would've shook them up and they'd spontaneously decide to call him on for the encore (incredibly delusional)

• hello you as the encore opener was fire, i'm so glad i got to hear it live AND with the strings too, it sounded just like the recorded version and you could hear the improvement in the live version so clearly compared to when they first debuted it; the mirrorball still hadn't dropped and since i haven't been watching many videos from the north american tour i was like ??? i thought it was maybe malfunctioning bc only the little one at the back was shining before but them BOOM the main girl dropped during hello you and it was crazy beautiful!!!!!

• "i bet that YOU look good on the dancefloor, dublin"

• at the end of the show he was blowing and catching kisses, they were bowing and waving to the crowd and that's when i realised it was my last time seeing them this tour and you could see the exact moment my heart cracked i was desperately hoping they'd never leave that stage </3

• it was an amazing night but it very much left me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth - because, as i've been saying, the vibes felt so off and i don't even know why. i can't exactly point out what was wrong, because really we have no idea what goes on behind the scenes; and i'm not even talking about it through a milex lens or smth like that. i mean, i was absolutely disappointed that nothing happened - no sntm, no 505, nothing -, but when i say the vibes were off i don't mean it in a demon way. i'm talking about the band. they really looked like they didn't want to be there, probably because they're tired and burnt out and can't wait for the tour to be over so that they can have a much-needed break. they must be exhausted and i get that, i really do; but still. it was a bit disappointing and i hate that i can't fully put my finger on why it felt that way, what was wrong, why did everything feel so rushed and why the well-oiled machine feeling translated into 'we're gonna play this show so soullessly it's gonna fly by more quickly' but it really felt that way. also mind you, i'm not even saying this as the 'tumblr fan who follows every show they play and knows all their antics by heart so that's why she notices perfectly normal things no one else notices' (like i remember the discourse back when they played glastonbury, and that really made sense because ofc casual fans are not gonna notice everything we notice) - but no, i'm not doing this that way. because my brother, who's very much a casual fan who knows nothing about the lore or the usual way they play shows (he saw them with me in paris so he had some kind of basic for comparison but that's it) said THE EXACT SAME THING. he agreed that the vibes felt very off, he also had to listen to me angrily ranting about it all the way back to the hotel and once again he agreed that the show felt, to put it very simply, kinda weird.

• now speaking of miles not joining them... the fact that he removed sntm at the very last minute was one of the sussiest thing he's ever done because why would he even add it to the initial setlist only to remove it just before the first show. it literally doesn't make any sense but i'm choosing to believe there were some technical problems out of their control, no time to rehearse or something like that... they're still best friends and if they weren't okay they wouldn't even have asked miles to open for them. i do find it weird and stupid that they'd miss this opportunity and i'm so angry at them for being dumb and not doing anything with it (unless something happens tomorrow), i'm very much heartbroken and my mind was and still is wandering trying to find more or less rational or delusional reasons why they didn't do it. i was drowning in grief after the show and the day after because i simply couldn't wrap my head around it all, but that's on me for having expectations i guess. i know they're still best friends. they're also never beating the divorce allegations. the two things can and should coexist when you're in an obsessive codependent homoerotic friendship and you're constantly having filthy telepathic sex with each other

• someone please get them to therapy or lock them in a room and throw away the key until they talk and sort their shit out and it stinks of sloppy nasty make-up sex in there because at this point it feels like we're fucking intruding on their fucked up psychosexual games and i'm SO TIRED of being a child of divorce. please we know you know everyone knows you're obsessed with each other just stop being insane (barely acknowledging each other) and start being insane (having crazy gay sex again). i promise all your problems would be solved if you just fucked each other into oblivion like the good old days

• ANYWAYS. i'm still kinda sad and angry over the way the show unfolded and it's not really helping that it's dawning on me that there's only one show left and then they're gonna disappear for god knows how long. i still loved the show, don't get me wrong, and i'm very grateful i got to see them again before the end of the tour and also to see miles for the first time during the same night. i do feel very lucky and despite the fact that we got no tlsp reunion or 505, the fact that miles was opening for them after YEARS of this not happening is still very much history in the making. iconic in and of itself. i'm also happy i got to visit and fall in love with a new city, i'm missing dublin so much and i miss THEM so much and i'm feeling so sad and bittersweet and heartbroken and ugh. i swear i can't even explain it to the full and i can't believe the tour is almost over </3 but that's a thought for another post..........

• for now i just want to see what happens at the last show and enjoy it to the full because yes we might have complained about some stuff along the way (i know i just did it myself lmao) but it's been such an amazing and memorable tour i just wish it'd never end </3

[underburningstars]

darlin', i'm falling 12

for @jegulus-microfic prompt jealous, wc 1036, nsfw

(Did I skip through Regulus' recovery period to write smut? Yep. This one is inspired by this lovely art btw)

Regulus’ recovery is a slow, painful process. Most of the time, Regulus is impatient, James is scared, Sirius is angry and Remus is stressed. It’s a gruesome and exhausting month but they make it through. 

Regulus is fully recovered now. He can, once again, kick James’ ass while sparring. Sometimes, James finds him running around the garden like a madman. Regulus is fine and there is nothing left to heal anymore. 

So why does the Healer keep finding excuses to come back?

James didn’t notice it at first because his mind was rather occupied with concerts about Regulus’ health. But now it’s as clear as the day. The Healer visits Regulus way too often and every time Regulus kicks everyone out of the room to talk to them. 

James doesn’t like it. 

The Healer is back again. They visited Regulus a week ago too. Why are they here again? And why did Regulus tell him to leave? What are they discussing that James can’t know? James stands outside their bedroom and glares at the door. His glare lands on the Healer when the door opens and they come out. They flinch. 

Good, James thinks with no little amount of satisfaction. 

They smile tightly at him before leaving and James enters the room. 

“Are you sick? Why do you still need to see a Healer? And why can’t I be in the room when you see them?”

Regulus’ eyes shine with mirth when he looks at James. “I needed to do something to celebrate my recovery but the curse from the attack made it a little complicated. So I told Healer Jenkins to stay in case something happened. And you couldn’t stay because it was supposed to be a surprise.”

Okay, James is curious now, “What did you do? Did you get a new tattoo? Show me.”

“Not a tattoo. But…I think you’ll like it.” With that Regulus slowly starts pooping the buttons of his shirt open. Soon, Regulus shrugs his shirt off and it pools at his feet on the ground. But James’ eyes aren’t on the shirt. He couldn’t give less of a damn about it. Not when Regulus is standing in front of him; his pale skin is on display and two golden nipple piercings adorning his chest. The light falls on the chain that connects the piercings and makes it glow. 

James walks towards Regulus slowly and deliberately, still not taking his eyes off the piercings. 

“Can I touch?” He whispers. His voice has already gone hoarse and they haven’t even done anything.

“Yeah,” At least, Regulus is in the same boat as him.

He doesn’t touch the piercings or the chain. Instead, he caresses Regulus’ neck. He can feel Regulus' trembling pulse under his fingers. He trails down with featherlight touch to his collarbone and then right above his heart. He continues his ministrations until his fingers reach the chain resting on Regulus’ sternum. 

Regulus is panting now. His chest moving up and down rapidly.

James hooks one finger under the chain and tugs. 

Regulus inhales sharply as he stumbles closer to James. He bites his lips and looks up at James. He cups Regulus’ cheek with his other hand and brings their mouths together. He twists the chain around his finger and Regulus whines into his mouth. 

James leaves the chain and pushes Regulus towards the bed without breaking the kiss. They make quick work on their clothes and soon a very naked and flushed Regulus is lying under James.

James leans back on his heels and takes in the view. Regulus looks beautiful like this. Breathless, with his hands raised beside his head and the gold chain glowing on his skin. 

“Turn over,” James says and Regulus follows instantly. 

He gets like this – obedient and pliant – when he’s too turned on to be a brat. 

James strokes the path of the snake tattoo on Regulus' spine. The snake shudders under his fingers. Or maybe that’s just Regulus. He leans down to press a gentle kiss on Regulus’ dimples. 

“Hurry up,” Regulus huffs impatiently. 

Yeah, James can’t wait to fuck Regulus either. He smooths his hands on Regulus’ sides before caressing his stomach. His fingers make a slow path down to the apex of Regulus’ thighs. James’ fingers ghost over Regulus’ clit and already finds it swollen.

Regulus whines and clutches the sheets over his head. 

“James, just–please. I don’t–I don’t need prep. I can take it so just–”

“Shh baby, this is my surprise, right? So let me enjoy it.”

By the time James is done prepping Regulus, he has gone completely boneless. He is lying on the bed, face down ass up as James strokes his walls one last time before pulling out. Regulus’ cum is coating his fingers and James laps at them eagerly. 

He wraps an arm around Regulus’ waist and the other around his neck to pull him up on his knees. James presses his chest to Regulus’ back and slowly pushes in. Regulus throws his head back on James’ shoulder with a low moan. James groans loudly as he feels Regulus’ walls sucking him in. 

“Look at you, taking me so well,” James pants.

After letting Regulus adjust, James starts rocking them slowly. He sets a sensual and languid pace. But that doesn’t satisfy Regulus. He pushes his hips back and James gets the message. He doesn’t increase the speed but starts thrusting harder into Regulus. He drops the hand around Regulus’ neck and twists his fingers around the chain again. 

He tugs the chain in sync with his thrusts which has Regulus thrashing in his arms. Regulus clenches around him and that’s how James knows he is close. James twists the chain around another finger and reaches down with his other hand to stroke Regulus’ clit. 

Soon, Regulus’ walls are clamping around him and he is coming on James’ cock. James’ climax follows closely. 

James detangles his fingers from the chain and pulls out slowly. He gently lays Regulus down on the bed and drops beside him. 

“You should get jealous more often,” Regulus tells him after catching his breath. 

James snorts and curls around Regulus. “And you should get a few more piercings.”

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[i-still-mask-because]

So I was under the impression that we are all still masking cos we care about other people and don't want to get them (especially disabled / immunocompromised / etc) sick from our germs? But I was told masks don't protect the wearer from the virus? Or do they? The info kept changing over the last 2 years so I lost track.. I also heard it was ok to not wear a mask in open outdoor places cos of the aerial nature of the virus (allegedly the particles from our breath are so diluted(?) in the air that it doesn't matter(?)), is that still true? Thanks for your time

Hello! Thank you for reaching out to ask this! It's understandable if it's confusing because of the inconsistency of information that's been told to us by higher ups these past few years. I'll try to answer these chronologically and thoroughly:

Do masks protect the wearer from covid-19?

Yes, if worn correctly, masks are supposed to protect you, the wearer, and the people around you from catching anything you may have. The quality of the mask definitely is a big factor in this too. I went in depth about mask qualities in this ask.

Is it true that you don't have to worry about catching covid-19 outdoors?

No, this is because covid-19 is an airborne virus, and its variants are evolving to be more contagious. While an outdoor environment may provide more circulation to minimize the odds of catching covid-19, that doesn't mean it's 100% impossible to catch it outdoors, especially if you're in a crowded environment like a concert or protest. The likeliness of you not catching covid outdoors is moreso in situations where you're far away from other people. A comparison can be how you can still get secondhand smoke from someone outdoors, even if you're not that physically close to them; the harmful aerosols can still enter your body if you inhale them. Alternatively, the harmful aerosols can still linger in the air for hours even if the person smoking is no longer present.

To put this into perspective: at the time of me writing this, I'm taking an in-person summer course, and during my lunch break I choose to isolate myself somewhere I feel like there's less of a chance of me catching covid, such as sitting by myself in a nearby park as far away from other people as possible. I do this especially because every day 99% of the people I see are not masking anymore, so I treat everyone as though they have covid because I do not know where they've been & who they've interacted with.

Bottom line, masking outdoors is still necessary because covid's variants are getting better at being infectious & can still linger in the air (like the secondhand smoke example), and there's no way to know whether or not who you bump into outdoors may have covid or not, unless they explicitly told you. Either way, I don't see a point in risking it.

Here's a podcast episode from the Death Panel that goes into the misconception that covid-19 is non-transmissible outdoors. And this is a link to the transcript for that episode.

I hope this helped!

[desertfangs]

Lestat/Daniel

First sentence: Hey! Where is that hand going?!

This went in a direction I didn't expect but I had fun with it and I hope you'll have fun with it, too! I don't usually write this way, either, so it's a bit of an experiment and I hope it works.

“Hey, where is that hand going?” Lestat smiles teasingly at Daniel as he reaches for his jeans, to pull the little box of cigarettes from his front pocket. 

Daniel gives him an exasperated look but it’s temperated by the elation in him, the joy from the concert they’ve just left. Lestat can smell the blood and sweat on him from jumping and dancing around to the music. 

He puts the cigarette to his lips and flicks the lighter until a tiny flame dances on the top. He touches the cigarette to his lips and inhales, his dead lungs expanding in his chest. Lestat can hear the breath move into them and the way his heart speeds up almost imperceptibility. He offers Lestat the box.

Lestat holds up a hand in refusal. Daniel shrugs and puts the box back in his pocket, creating a small bulge over his hip. Lestat’s eyes trail to the other bulge beneath his jeans and he smiles to himself. Such a mortal thing to notice. Such mortal desires. But then he’s not immune to the pleasures of the flesh. They’re no longer the same as when he was a human boy, but no less intense. 

He watches Daniel smoke, the cigarette held between two long fingers that bring it to his soft lips. His blond hair is damp with blood sweat near the roots and the aroma is intoxicating. Lestat moves closer without realizing and Daniel looks at him.

The look stops his heart. It’s so open with the hint of a soft smile on his youthful face. Lestat can see plainly how this boy captivated Armand so quickly. With his tenacity and boldness, surely, but no doubt his beauty played a part. He’s a captivating creature. And yet there’s a casualness to his movements, an almost unawareness of just how alluring it is when he sucks on the cigarette, his lips puckering around it. 

“Did you like the band?” Daniel asks, shifting nervously under Lestat’s gaze. Lestat turns away, watching the rest of the crowd exiting the building, their hearts hammering at frenetic tempos. They smell of sweat, beer, and hairspray, the faint smell of marijuana lingering in the air. 

“They had a good energy, though I was tempted to go up there and show the lead singer how it’s done.” 

Daniel laughs, a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth as he does. “Yeah, well, not everyone can be The Vampire Lestat.” The cigarettes make his voice rougher and give it a texture that sets Lestat’s hair on end. 

“I’ve been thinking it’s time for a reunion tour,” Lestat says. He doesn’t really mean it. Yes, he longs to do it, to be on stage again, but as much as teases Marius, he knows it’s not realistic. His new role is the role of a lifetime: the prince of all vampire kind. He works that stage brilliantly, plays the part with fervor and zeal. But sometimes when he posts videos of himself singing a few bars on the internet and the comments go wild, he wants to be on the stage again like he used to.

“Yeah, well, sign me up,” Daniel says. “I’ll work your merchandise table.” 

Lestat laughs. This is what he loves about Daniel. When he says things like that, Armand will frown trying to work out how serious he is and Louis gets that familiar little wrinkle in his forehead that marks his concern. Marius will jump into a long lecture of why he can’t ever be on stage again. But Daniel simply jumps on board.

Lestat moves closer and snatches the cigarette from his fingers. Again, Daniel gives him that exasperated look, the one perfected over years with Armand. There’s no real rancor in it, though. Lestat touches the cigarette to his lips, slightly moist from Daniel’s mouth, and inhales. The smoke is hot, filling his lungs with dry, crackling air. Daniel takes it back, putting it right to his own mouth and leaving it there hanging on his lip as he runs his fingers through his blond hair.

“You can be my tour manager,” Lestat says.

“I know you’re joking but if you want, we could make it happen,” Daniel says. 

Lestat’s pulse quickens. He imagines the heat of the lights, the microphone in his hand, the crowd in front of him going berserk like they did for this mediocre local rock band. 

“Armand has connections in the music scene here, he could secure a venue. Maybe even this one.” Daniel gestures behind him. “We could sell you as a cover artist. Get you a back up band for one night. No one would think it was really you but…” He shrugs. “Could be fun.”

It could be fun. Lestat can imagine it clearly enough. He can wear a costume similar to one of his more famous ones and go wild with the hair and makeup. He’ll be an impersonator to the audience, playing a role. 

“The role I was born to play,” he mumbles.

“Yourself?” Daniel snorts.  He drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds it out with his shoe. “Yeah, man, it’d be cool.”

Lestat considers. Puts his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and pulls him into a hug right there on the street. No one cares. That’s the best thing about this modern age in the big city. No one really pays attention to anyone else. Everyone is too busy stumbling out of the venue, heading for the subway or a taxi, or a bar.

“Let’s get a drink,” Lestat says. 

Daniel gives him a sidelong look, and his thoughts are easy enough to read. But he vocalizes his question anyway: “What kind of drink?” 

Daniel is young and he’s fed. He has no need of blood right now, though Lestat is tempted to take him somewhere dark and quiet and offer him some regardless. 

“In a bar! Let’s follow the crowd.” 

“Sure. I actually know a good place three blocks down,” Daniel says. 

Lestat grins. He lowers his arm so it’s around Daniel’s waist and Daniel puts his arm around Lestat’s waist in turn. They walk together, milling through the crowd. “If were to do this show—a one night only engagement you understand—“ 

Daniel nods. “Obviously.” 

“Do you really think Armand would help?” 

“Of course! He’ll love the idea. Getting to dress you up in 80s rockstar regalia and watch you perform? He’ll be first in line.” 

“I suppose you and your maker get up to plenty of trouble in this town,” Lestat says. 

Daniel snorts. “You can say that.”

The idea is stuck in his head now, and he can’t stop thinking of which songs he’ll want to do, how many rehearsals it’ll take with a new band, how much time they’ll need. “What about the others?” Lestat asks, as they stop at the curb and wait to cross. 

Daniel considers, worrying his lip. It’s an extremely human gesture. Louis might be the most human of them all but Daniel has retained so much of his humanity, and Lestat enjoys that about him, too. “I think Louis will come around once we explain the whole impersonator part.” 

“Hm.” Lestat can picture Louis’ elegant face shifting into disapproval, but then he remembers their reunion in the 80s, and how delicious it was. How delicious it always is to see him worried and perturbed and to prove him wrong. Besides, he’ll love it, too. Perhaps even more than rest, not that he’ll ever admit it. “Good. Then we should start making plans immediately.” 

The light changes for them to cross, and Daniel hesitates. Lestat can hear the uncertainty in his thoughts, not for this crazed concert venture, but whether it’d be best to go back to Trinity Gate and enlist Armand’s help immediately, or whether they can do some basic planning at the bar. Lestat is  still buzzing from the energy of the show and his new plan for a show of his own and he wants to be in a lively setting, surrounded by people. 

“To the bar, Danny,” Lestat says, giving him a hard pat on his ass. “You can call your maker and have him join us there. He can bring a computer.” 

Daniel laughs and shakes his head and they head across the street. 

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[opening act]

Previous || Next

Note: When I’m given the choice between A, a slightly inconveniencing situation, and B, a shit show with a devastating consequence, I will inevitably chose option B.

Two years later.

In your defence, the man didn’t seem to mind the kiss too much. It did take him a moment to adjust—perfectly understandable, given the sudden circumstances. It was an awkward, uncomfortable, somewhat painful minute in which you were simultaneously smashing your lips against his and pushing yourself as high as your toes would extend to keep your mouth at the same level as his face. Did he have to be that tall? The kiss must have looked like some clumsy headbutt, you grew anxious that you was not going to be able to pull the whole thing off. Your dear best friend, Nicole, whom you had spotted coming your way a few seconds ago, was going to take one look at you and ‘Kiss Dude’ know for certain you were not even remotely committed to each other.

Then that agonising slow moment went by and the kiss changed. It became different. The man inhaled sharply and inclined his head a tiny bit making you feel like less of a squirrelling monkey climbing a baobab tree. His hands, which were kind of large and pleasantly warm in the cold outdoors of the party you were at, closed around your waist. They slid up a few inches, coming to wrap around your rib cage holding you to him. Not too close. Not too far.

Perfect.

It was honestly more of a ‘prolonged peck’ than anything. However it was quite nice. For a life span of a few seconds you forgot many things. Including the fact you were pressed against a complete stranger. You barely even had the chance to ask him, “can I kiss you?” Before you locked lips with him. That the reason you were even doing this was under the hope that you would fool Nicole. Your best friend in the entire world.

But a good kiss would do that; make a girl forget everything for a while. You found yourself melting into the kiss, running your hands across his jaw and brushing by his seemingly soft hair and you sighed, as if you were already out of breath and- nonono.

Nope.

No way.

You should not be enjoying this.

You gasped and pushed yourself away from him, frantically looking for Nichole. In the night time darkness off the party, Nichole was nowhere to be found. Which was weird considering you were certain you’d seen her coming this way.

‘Kiss Dude’ on the other hand, was standing right in front of you. His lips parted, chest rising and a weird light flickering in his eyes. That was when it had dawned on you of who exactly you’d just shared a kiss with.

Fuck you.

Fuck your whole fucking life.

Because Clyde Donovan was a know ass.

This fact wasn’t remarkable as everyone with even a small amount of fame was required some levels of assness. But in the pyramid of asses, Clyde Donovan was a special case. At least if rumours go anything by it.

He was the reason your roommate, Kyle, had almost given up on the band and quit music entirely. The one who made Kenny throw up from anxiety before a concert. He was the sole culprit for half of the upcoming artists quitting before they even got a chance. He was essentially the cause of stage fright.

Clyde Donovan may have been amazing at what he does, and have taken the public by storm but he was also mean and hypocritical. It was always obvious in the way he spoke and in the way he carried himself that he thought he was doing a better job at this whole music thing than everyone else. He was a notoriously moody, terrifying, pretentious dick.

And you had just kissed him.

You weren’t sure how long the silence lasted, only that he was the one the break it. He stood in front of you, insanely intimidating with eyes even scarier than him, himself. He was staring down on you. A scowled expression that you recognised from seeing him around at parties and other meetings with record companies. A look that was usually followed by him interrupting to point out an issue.

It’s okay. It’s totally fine. it’s okay. You would just pretend nothing at happened. Give him a nod and tiptoe out of here. Solid plan.

“Did- did you just kiss me?” He sounded utterly gobsmacked. His lips were parted and plump and—kissed. There was no way you were getting away with pretending you hand done anything.

It was still worth a try.

“No.”

It seemed to work.

“Ah okay then.” Clyde turned around vaguely disoriented and took a few steps to the table where the drinks were. Probably where he had been heading from the start.

You we’re starting to, foolishly, think that you were actually being let off the hook when he holted.

“Are you sure?”

Fuck sake.

You buried you face in your hands. “It not what it looks like.”

“Okay…I-okay.” He repeated. Slowly. His voice was hoarse, he was seemingly on the way to being mad. Or maybe he already was. “What’s going on here?”

There was no way you could explain this. Anyone would of found the situation odd but Clyde, who obviously considered empathy a bug, could and would never understand.

“I’m really sorry…I am but—this really isn’t any of your business.”

He stared at you for a moment. Then another. “Oh, okay. Of course.” It seemed like he was getting back to normal. His tone was starting to sound less surprised and more monotone. “I’ll just go and write a complaint about you then.”

You exhaled in relief. “Yeah that would be great. You know—what. Your what?”

He cocked his head. “A complaint. You basically just committed a crime of sexual misconduct.”

“No, I didn’t! What?”

He shrugged. “I must be mistaken then, someone else must have assaulted me.”

“Assaulted— I didn’t ‘assault’ you.”

“You did kiss me.”

“Well not really.”

“Without getting my consent.”

“I did actually ask if I could kiss you.”

“So why didn’t you wait for my consent?”

“What? You said yes.”

“Excuse me?”

You frowned. “I asked you if I could kiss you and you said yes.”

“Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I laughed in your face.”

“I’m pretty sure I heard you say yes!”

He raised and eyebrow at you and let you daydream of the floor swallowing you whole.

“Listen, I’m so so sorry. It was a really weird situation and we forget it happened?”

He studied you for a moment. A look set on his features that you couldn’t quite decipher. You couldn’t help but notice how small you felt in his presence. For some reason he felt like he was towering over you. You knew he always made a point of making people feel insignificant, you’d seen him do it at many events, but never to you.

Well, except for a few second ago once you almost put your tongue in his—

“Is there something wrong?” He almost sounded concerned.

“What? No. No, there isn’t.”

“Well” He continued calmly, “kissing a stranger you’ve never spoke to, may indicate that there is in fact something wrong.”

“There isn’t.” You insisted.

He nodded, thoughtful. “Very well. Expect mail in the next few days then.” He started to walk past you and your turned to yell after him.

“You didn’t even ask my name!”

“I’m pretty sure I can find it out with one quick google search. Have a good night.”

“Wait!” You leaned forward and stoped him with a hand on his wrist that would take minimal effort to remove. He stared at the spot where your fingers wrapped around him. Right below a watch.

You let go of him and took a step back. “Sorry I didn’t mean to—“

“The kiss. Explain.”

You bit into your lower lip. You have really fucked up. You had to tell him now, it was the least you could do. “Nichole Daniels.” You looked around to make sure she was really gone. “The girl who was passing by.”

He gave no indication of knowing who she was.

“Nichole has…” you moved a strand of hair out of you face. This is where it was going to get embarrassing. Complicated. Maybe even plain wrong. “I was briefly talking to this guy, the manager for our band. Tolkien Black. But Nichole and Tolkien have always sort of hit it off and—“ you huffed and shit your eyes. You almost wished you hadn’t, you could see it painted clear as day behind you lids. Nicole and Tolkien flirting while you were his date. They talked about endless topics. Something you’d failed to do with Tolkien. The night had ended with Tolkien following Nichole like a lost puppy. Whether it was with his eyes or physically. You physically cringed recalling the memory.

“To cut a fun story short,” you cringed, “Tolkien ended things with me and asked her out and she said no because she didn’t want to upset me. Girl code and stuff. But I know she really really likes him. She’s afraid to hurt my feelings even after I told her it’s fine and she wouldn’t believe me.”

Not to mention you over heard her marvelling about him to your friend Bebe. But she would never betray you. And she sounded so dejected and disappointed. Maybe even insecure.

“So I lied and told her I had a date here tonight. Because she’s literally my best friend and I’ve never see her so out of character. Plus, she really likes this guy and—“ you’d now realised you’d been rambling. And not even to just anyone, to Clyde Donovan. Someone who definitely couldn’t care less. You tried to sawlike but your mouth was dry.

“Ah.” His expression was completely unreadable.

“But I obviously don’t have a date. I honestly kind of forgot she would be here and see me and know I didn’t have a date so I panicked and acted on impulse and uhm well—you know.” You wiped a hand down your face. “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t think.”

Clyde didn’t say anything but it was clear to you that he was thinking.

“I just want her to believe have a date.”

He nodded. “So like any self-respecting woman, you kissed the first person you saw in a hallway. Logical.”

You leg out a pained whine. “Well when you put it like that, it probably wasn’t my best moment.”

“Probably not.”

“But it wasn’t my worst, either! Im pretty sure Nichole saw us. Now she’ll think I was on a date and she’ll hopefully feel like it’s okay for her to go out with Tolkien—“ you shook you head quickly. “Look in honesty so sorry about the kiss.”

“Are you?”

“Please don’t write a complaint about me. I really thought you said yes.”

Suddenly. All at once, everything set in. It fully dawned on you. It felt like a tonne of bricks. You had kissed a complete stranger, who then turned out to be the last person you wanted to kiss considering he had a reputation for being a notoriously unpleasant. And now that same guy was staring at you in an odd, pensive way that made you feel so small.

Shit.

Maybe it was that you were running on minimal sleep. Maybe it was that your last coffee had been far too long ago. Maybe it was Clyde Donovan looking at you, like that. All of a sudden this was all way too much.

“No no—actually you’re absolutely right. I am so so sorry if you felt like I was harassing you at any point please you should write a complaint about me. It was a horrible thing to do and I really didn’t want to. Not that my intentions mattered because it’s more of your perception of the situation that matters.”

Shit, shit, shit.

“I’m going to go now. Thank you and I’m really sorry.” You spun on your heel and ran as fast as your legs could carry you.

“Y/N” you heard him call after you. “Y/N wait—“

You didn’t stop. You didn’t slow down you sprinted out of there as fast as your could and to your car. You were essentially running on pure adrenaline.

You got back to your shared apartment with Kyle as fast as you could and slumped down on your bed and it was only then it dawned on you.

Clyde Donovan—know ass—has called you by your name.

Masterlist

[marwhoa]

request: Musician Reader who has a concert in some soon time (maybe in a month or even could be less than a month)

And is stressed about it because not only the concert is coming near and it feels like every practice time, something would go wrong (maybe keep messing up part of the piece or feels like they dont have enough time?) Especially since the concert is the reader's and (insert turtle's) anniversary and didnt want to mess things up (also to make it more special reader composed a song for the anniv!) But at the end reader managed and played it in the concert as (insert turtle) watch them play the song! (Ofc hidden because ya know.. mutant whole situation lol)

🝮 “ mikey & the rose burns ”

rise!mikey x rockstar!g/n

author’s note: i totally wasn’t listening to “pov: you’re at a concert” YouTube playlists, just in case you were wondering? while i was editing the format to post this, the font size suddenly became large asf so i hope this posts normal 💀 (help me)

word count: 1.4k

As your hands fiddled with your guitar’s tuning heads, the nervous buzz coursing through your very soul could hardly be brushed aside. There was a performance quickly approaching, and the stakes were higher than ever. It was your first gig in a much bigger stage, which meant this was going to pull an even bigger audience than any shoddy underground basement bar could ever draw in.

Not only that, but this concert had sunk its teeth straight into you and your boyfriend’s anniversary date.

So, to say that you were a tad bit stressed by the heat set for this show? Well, now that would be a gross under-statement.

“ Damn it, try it again, Y/N, you missed your cue, scatterbrain! “

“ Ah, sorry Missy. “

You winced at your drummist’s outburst, tuning back into the present training session. There was only a few weeks left until this performance, and you needed to get it squared away. Missy huffed, ticking away on the drums as she cocked her head towards the band’s bassist, Jonah. You three were a ragtag crew, brought together by your producer after he felt you all would sound better together, rather than separate.

Fortunately for them, your vocals and lyricism skills were top notch, and being a lead guitarist who could sing? Well, that was just the common assumption, so it’s a good thing you nail both tasks, right?

Or well, you did. Until these mock sessions.

Each practice brought with it a set of problems, be it the strings of Jonah’s bass snapping last week, or Missy’s drumming being off key the first week, something had gone wrong. Now it was your turn, with poor timing and absentminded moments, it couldn’t have been a worse cocktail of trouble to give you cold feet.

“ Hey guys, I brought—whoa! You guys look horrible! Break time? “

The best part of it all was your adoring boyfriend dropping in on practice for whatever reasons he had in mind. Jonah and Missy were down-to-earth enough that Mikey’s… “ appearance ” was just another Tuesday to them, especially when he brought his amazing home cooked meals by.

“ Whoa Mikey, is that a pork risotto!? Haven’t you been spending months to perfect this? ”

Jonah collapsed at the table, inhaling the delicious aroma deeply as Missy sat just as roughly, practically salivating.

“ Jeez, Y/N, I’m so jealous that you get to experience culinary genius whenever you want! ”

“ What? No way, he’s my boyfriend, not my chef. I cook for myself a lot! “

Puffing out your chest, you feigned a playful air of “ insulted beyond belief!” and happily dug in to the bowl Mikey placed in front of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead before turning his gaze to everyone’s instruments.

“ Is practice running any smoother, guys? ”

He asked, jumping back a bit as he turned around to see everyone’s dulled spirits.

“ Ah man, Mikey, it’s… Well, it’s going, I guess. “

You sighed out, chomping a bite of the more-than-delightful array expanding out in your mouth. Flavors bounded across your tongue in an all-too-inspiring fashion. This happened to be just the light to ignite in your chest to get through this practice.

The night carried on with higher spirits, as it started to finally turn up. Mikey lingered, taking on the role of “ Personal Hype Man ”, which served to be just the buzz you all needed to wipe away some of the stress of the night.

Although, there was one song you all were keeping hidden from Mikey. It was going to be the “ bang! ” of the concert, a group-written song filled with everyone’s emotions. Consider it a thank-you letter, addressed to Mikey personally—with a teensy love letter tucked in, a solo verse written by your heart alone. Since the performance clouded any chance of a sweet anniversary date, your bandmates got the bright idea to make the concert the date! And they both had more than enough thanks to give to your boyfriend to begin with.

I mean, he boosted morale so much more than y’all’s shifty producer, from his warm meals to the refreshments all the way up to the hype man parts. If it weren’t for him, there may have been a longer road of fear and stress leading up to this gig.

So, you all grit your teeth and powered through mistakes, each trying to make your next practice better than the last. Each replay of the lyrics, strings, and the music left the band invigorated, hardly able to sleep at night, and much too excited for the upcoming night.

With all that preparation, the only thing buzzing through each of y’all as the room stirred with anticipation was straight, pure, and raw confidence.

“ Thank you for coming tonight—let me hear y’all give a great big yell for the Rose Burns! “

You leaned back from the mic, grinning wildly as your eyes cascaded across the sea of fans screaming out for y’all to play. One deep breath later and you all set off, playing through song to song. Under the stage lights, beads of sweat rolled down your head, but there wasn’t a care in the world as you all carried each lyric and note through with perfection. The fear chilling each practice was no where to be seen, and no mistakes sunk their teeth into any verse.

Heavy boots stomped to the beats, both on stage and from the fans before you. Lyrics slid from you and your mates’ lips like venom, bitter yet irresistible, and the music was enough to make even the shyest listener hear tonight jump and scream.

Cries from the crowd—some singing along, others cheering and dancing—pumped the band even further. As everything snowballed even bigger, your eyes finally landed upon the one you loved the most, up along the ceiling, perched along the building’s iron beams. Mikey could be seen bouncing along to each song as if he himself had written them. As a fan from one of your first solo gigs, you may have been insulted if he didn’t know every word. Well, to all but one of your songs. This one was a surprise.

“ This next song will be the last for the night, and is dedicated to a special someone in the crowd today. ”

You winked, watching the audience exchange glances as if looking for the special someone they’d never find. Pick in hand, you shook off the nervous jitters, exchanged glances with your mates, and yelled out a big “ let’s go ! “

Music filled the room, vibrating the floors, chairs, reverberating through the soles of the moving crowd. Not a single person was still nor quiet, as the room filled with the experience of loud, shared energy. This was an experience to go down in your memory, and you hoped that it would become a song that Mikey put on repeat.

Energy surged through the song, enlivening the room as Mikey regularly did. Notes bounding around the area’s walls with the very same fire he did everything with. Warmth filled the room, embodying those delicious moments at the table, and the crescendos of the music had everyone on their tippy-toes as it spilled into your solo.

Your voice wavered, standing strong as it was left to its self. Jonah and Missy’s instruments paled in the presence of your words, all spearing Mikey perfectly through the heart. Its message blanketed the audience, yet lovingly suffocated its receiver, straight until the last note. The words roared and filled the air, captivating with a tinge of longing that pushed you further.

The song’s end was one so impactful and subtle that the cheers and applause skipped for a second until roars bombarded the stage. Everyone poured their soul into tonight, and the energy of the crowd was evidence enough of its success.

“ Good night, New York! ”

All three of y’all beamed into your mics, laughing at some of the random remarks thrown from the audience. As the curtains drew, you caught sight of an orange blur that surely would meet you backstage.

First to the back, you were met by affectionate hands scooping you up into a tight embrace. Your back met the wall, and without warning your boyfriend’s lips met yours.

“ You were—that was, amazing! ”

Out of breath, Mikey’s hands cupped your cheeks roughly as he placed more and more kisses on your face and lips, up until you were both unraveling with laughter.

“ Hey, hey, lovebirds, leave that for your backstage rooms! ”

Missy and Jonah teased, dragging you both away with cacophonous laughter. Tonight had been a hit, and the future would only prove to bring even more packed nights.

[helifreds]

For the music ask game🎵: 2, 10, 12, 16, 18, 28 e 59

I numeri a disposizione erano parecchi devo dire XD quindi la mia lista é lunghetta ma non sentirti obbligat a farli tutti

Thanks for the asks💛💗:D

2 - Top 10 favorite songs at the moment (not in order of importance)

1. If I had a gun by Noah Gallagher

2. It won't always be like this by Inhaler

3. Sky by Renoir

4. Homesick by Noah Kahan

5. Brighter Side by WILD

6. Have a nice day by Bon Jovi

7. Siamo qui by Vasco Rossi

8. Full of life by Christine and the Queens

9. Where is my love by SYML

10. With or without you by U2

10 - 3 songs that make you happy

1. Dragostea din tei by O-Zone (I know, I know, it's a pure meme but it really got the vides XD)

2. Preacher by OneRepublic

3. To the sky by Owl City

12 - 3 songs that make you nostalgic

1. The funeral by Band of Horses

2. Where is my love by SYML

3. Still I fly by Spencer Lee

16 - 2 songs that hold meaning for you

1. Eve of destruction by Barry McGuire - I knew this song from the A-Team "Sound of thunder" episode, so thanks also for this A-Team :')

2. Seven wonders by Fleetwood Mac - gosh, I got such memories of this song👀 I heard it on the radio less than 15 minutes before my first flight and geez everything in my life changed after that, so yeah, it gots a very great meaning to me

18 - First vocalist you remember being a fan of

John Lennon P:

I had this teacher in primary school which made us often hear Beatles songs during some english lessons and I didnt knew pretty anything about music... and I really liked them👀 so yep, that's how it started

28 - Favorite soundtrack

"Nemo Egg" from Finding Nemo

Absolutely onorable mentions to "Define Dancing" from Wall E, "McQueen and Sally" from Cars and "Starwaves" from Oblivion

59 - Bands/Artists you still wish to see live?

Pretending that I can go everywhere I want and I just robbed a bank, I'd like to see these three

1. OneRepublic - but most of the songs of them I like were made 10-15 years ago... so idk exactly if they'll ever do a remake of old concerts lol; a 'greatest hits' concert would be perfect though XD

2. Bon Jovi - YES, YES AND MORE YES

3. Vasco Rossi - ah... ok, I've actually "seen" his concert a couple of weeks ago and even if it was from outsite of the stadium we all could hear everything perfectly well

This was the first ever concert I saw and I have to say that wow I really liked it👀 I wasn't really a fan of his songs, I only heard them when they passed on radio... but now, after being there and listened at some very great musical pieces I'd really like to see him Live again (but this time from inside the stadium XD)

Bonus:

4th way too expensive dream - Finding Nemo Orchestra on "Pixar in concert" at the Hollywood Bowl in Los Angeles